SPORTS SHOP TEEN ORGY by JUSTIN SHORTS scott_justin51@hotmail.com
I had noticed the small ad in the Gay magazine with interest, and at first did nothing about it, even though I was fascinated. 'WANTED: Young guys for hot video shoot, based in sports shop. You must be uninhibited, aged between 18-21,and enjoy role play in shorts and kit.' There was the usual box number, and request for a photo.
I came back a few times to that ad over the next few days, and something told me that I was in the end going to do something about it, but I was nervous. I had never ever responded to something like that, for fear of what I might be getting into, but on the other hand the idea of being involved in some kind of filming, with my favourite theme of sports and shorts involved, sounded too good to miss. So in the end, I wrote away quoting the box number and sending a photo, and waited for a reply. It came pretty quickly, within 3 days I guess, and asked me to turn up at an address (an actual sports shop in central London) one evening about 10 days ahead.
I was both nervous and excited, and started to worry that I would not be able to go through with it. What if they didn't like me? Could I face the humiliation of being sent away? And what if I chickened out at the last moment - would it all be worth it?
The next 10 days seemed like 2 months, they really dragged. I found myself fantasising about what might happen. Would there be just me, or a few young guys like myself, or what? And what would I be required to do? If I was going to be filmed having sex, could I cope with that - would I be able to perform? I thought that I would be OK, providing that the scenario was erotic enough, and I certainly made it so in my imagination. During those days before the appointment, I imagined myself in really hot scenes with young teens, sucking and being sucked, exploding with spunky cum shots captured for the cameras.
Eventually the evening came, and I set off in good time to arrive for 8 pm. I wore casual clothes, as I had been told that other gear would be provided, so I was wearing a teeshirt and light blue jeans (under them I had blue silk boxers). The sports shop was a branch of one of the big chains, which surprised me as I thought that they wouldn't want to be associated with anything a hint sleazy. I had been told to go down a side passage to gain access, and I soon found a door with the shop name and 'deliveries' marked on it. I rang and waited, and after a few minutes a really cute young guy, dark and about 19 I suppose, let me in. I hoped that we might get to know each other during the course of the evening. He introduced himself as Darren.
I followed him into the shop, and then up the stairs to the first floor which was not overlooked from the road. There were three or four other lads standing around talking, all aged about 18 I guess. One of them looked only about 16, though he must have been a bit older. There were several stage lights and cameras set up, and there was clearly an area of the shop marked out that was going to be the filmset. This included some racks where sports kit was on display, including soccer kit, a changing room area, and there was also (a bit incongruously) a couple of large sofas on the shop floor.
Darren took me over to meet the producer. He was a nice guy, about 30 I guess, good-looking and friendly. He shook hands and welcomed me. Then he introduced me to the other lads, who presumably had only just arrived themselves. The lad who looked really young was called Jamie, and the others were Steve, Mike, and Carl. All ranged from cute to handsome in looks, clearly fit without being too muscular. We were all wearing our jeans and teeshirts at this point.
The other boys, like me, were trying hard to be natural and relaxed, but I was a bit relieved to see that underneath they were as nervous as I was. But I was already trying to imagine what I might be doing with each of them in turn. Now that we had met for the first time, I could begin to flesh out some of the fantasies that had been preoccupying me for the last 10 days.
Then the producer, Dave, began to explain to us all what was going to be involved, so that if any of us wanted to back out then we could do so now, with no hard feelings on either side. He introduced us to the three cameramen and sound guy, who were all pretty hunky themselves! 'As you have probably worked out for yourselves, lads, we're making a gay film today. It's hardcore, with soccer kit as the main theme, and we want you all to be happy and relaxed with the idea not just of being filmed with each other, but of getting really hot and horny in kit. I only want people for whom that it is exciting and hot, because then you'll turn yourselves on and lose yourselves in the roleplay. The storyline, in so far as there is one, is that two of you, let's say Justin and Carl, are going to be shop assistants, and the rest of you are going to be coming in to buy kit, try it on, getting a helping hand form the assistants, and let things take their natural course. There's no script, but I want plenty of sound! Hot horny talk, and lots of groaning and moaning. We want really hot cum shots remember. Just enjoy yourselves, forget we're here.'
We all laughed and began to relax more, and then the two of us who had been identified as playing the part of the shop assistants were taken off to change into the uniform. This was pretty hot in itself: blue and red nylon shorts and a tight cotton singlet. We also wore white sports socks and trainers. I deliberately kept my silk boxers on for the moment, as I hoped they would be exciting for whoever was going to encounter them! Actually, I was already hoping that I would get a session with Carl, who was very enticing and boyish.
Once we had changed, we headed back into the main part of the shop. Dave told me that my first 'customers' would be Steve and Mike, who would play the role of friends coming into the shop to try on soccer strips. They were to head off to the changing room and start a hot scene, and then I was to surprise them and join in. We were to take it from there, as our instinct led us! Sounded good to me, I must say. Both lads were really hot, dark like me, and both under 20 I should think. Meanwhile, in another part of the shop. Jamie and Carl were going to get acquainted as they discussed the merits of the size of shorts Jamie needed (yes, a measuring session).
After a few technical preliminaries, Dave told us that we should start relaxing in to our roles, and he would just begin when we were unaware of what was going on. 'Remember, we're not here!' he said. Easily said, I thought.
The cameramen had distributed themselves around the shop, and started following us around as we moved. The strange thing was, as things proceeded, I really did begin to ignore the cameras, and so did the other guys. Actually, that's not quite true, I couldn't ignore them, but they didn't seem to inhibit any of us in any way. If anything, it made things even hotter to know that every move was being captured: so far as I was concerned, it made me really horny and turned me into a real performer.
I was at the racks, arranging the shorts, when Steve and Mike approached, already into their roles as friends out Saturday shopping. They fingered the shorts on the racks and started discussing relative merits. Steve was looking at the Liverpool red strip, and took a pair of shorts and shirt off the rack.
'Where can I try these on?' he asked. I indicated the changing cubicles and he headed off; then Mike indicated some white nylon Umbros and again asked if he could try them. 'Sure thing' I said. One of the cameramen went through the curtains behind the lads into the changing room, whilst another one stayed with me. I thought that I might as well give him a show, so as I returned to sorting out the racks, I bent down to pick up a pair of shorts which had slipped off the hanger. As I bent down, I parted my legs wide, and rubbed my hand casually over my firm bum through the shiny nylon of my uniform shorts.
It felt good, the silky shiny nylon, smooth to my touch. The cameraman had closed up behind me, I knew. As I stood up straight again, I began to lightly caress myself through the front of my shorts, moulding my meaty boypacket in my eager hand. The camera got all of this.
I stood at the racks, alone on my part of the shop, with my legs apart and leaning on the rack. I bent my back slightly, and continued to stroke my rising cock through the shiny nylon. Then I thought it was time I headed for the changing-rooms (I certainly didn't want to miss any of the fun) so went through the curtains, still followed by my cameraman. As I went into the changing area, I could see that only one of the cubicles was occupied. The curtain was pulled wide back, and the camera guy who had previously gone in with them was on one knee focussing his shot at Mike's shorts. He had put on the white nylon Umbros, and was furiously rubbing himself through them, whilst Steve was on his knees (also changed into his Liverpool strip) and had got his hands behind Mike's buttocks and was pushing him in towards him.
I decided that I had to enter my role. 'Is everything OK?' [innocently] 'My God, what's going on' [as I register what I see]. What a consummate actor I could have been! The two lads seemed genuinely embarrassed to be discovered (as if the camera hadn't even been there) and tried to recover their composure. 'No lads, don't stop. Let's see how well those shorts fit you both.' I joined them in the cubicle, and the three of us, still standing, closed together.
I decided to take control of things for a bit, and began to feel Steve through the red Liverpool kit. First I stroked his smooth young chest through the red shirt, and he seemed genuinely to enjoy this as he began to breath quite hard. Then with my other hand I began to stroke his big boy's cock through the shiny red material of his shorts, and he seemed really hard and eager. His knobhead moved easily under my fingers, and I could feel the foreskin moving backwards and forwards under my gentle wanking motions. Reaching further down still, his young heavy balls swung easily in the silky material, luscious and full.
I stroked him from the root of his teenmeat to the tip of his flaring knobhead, all through the material. The camera was right by my hand, so the viewfinder must have been filled with his quivering meat pushing through the sexy red shorts.
Just then, I became aware of a hand on the back of my shorts, and it was Mike. He reached from behind me round to the front of my nylon shorts, and cupped my boymound. My own cock was already oozing precum into my boxers. Mike massaged me firmly but sensitively through the shorts, and it was great to feel the hand of a total stranger pressing and working my package. As I felt Steve's teenmeat, my own hard cock was being pleasured by his boyfriend's loving strokes. Still behind me, Mike stroked me firmly in my nylon shorts, and my blue silk boxers quickly dampened with my precum.
We were too confined in that space, so we headed off back into the shop towards one of the large sofas. The three of us sat side-by-side, with Steve in the middle. We had two cameras round us, so presumably they were getting every bit of action. The sound man had a mike over the top of us too. Steve lay back on the sofa and pushed his legs wide apart, so that his left leg pressed into me and the right into Mike over on the other side. Mike pulled the red Liverpool shirt upwards to expose Steve's smooth boyish stomach and chest, and leaning over began to kiss his small firm nipples whilst running his hand up and down his chest. I leant over, but further downwards, and plunged my hand over the front of the big bulge in the front of Steve's nylon shorts. God, it felt fucking fantastic. I could clearly make out the shape of his hard pressing teenmeat, thrusting upwards in the sexy soccer shorts, and there was now a damp patch oozing from his mushroom head. I wanted to get sucking on his cockmeat.
I decided it was easier for me to pleasure Steve (and for the camera to get a really hot view) if I left the sofa and got on my knees in front of him, which is exactly what I did. I was massaging his thrusting boymound in the shiny sexy nylon, and getting my mouth ever closer to the object of my desires. The fantastic aroma of the warm nylon and the distinct tang of precum met my nostrils as I placed my mouth over Steve's bulging cock. I delicately suckled his delicious juices through the material, and then began more firmly to bob my mouth up and down over his thrusting packet of joy. I knew it was time to get the shorts down his firm thighs, and get working on his naked cock, so I tugged them downwards and they slid easily away from the teenager's bulging boymeat.
He had the most glorious quivering cock, more than 6 inches of hard young meat, with pearls of precum dripping from the loose foreskin. I grasped its taut length and began to masturbate him vigorously, and as I did so Mike said: 'yeah mate, make him shoot his hot boyspunk. Let's see the little fucker jet a stream of creamy cum over his stomach and chest.' I could see that Mike was stroking himself through the white nylon Umbro shorts that he had put on in the changing room, lying back on the sofa and watching Steve being wanked off next to him. Meanwhile, I was desperate for someone to get working on my own throbbing prick, which was tightly confined in my boxers which, of course, I still had on under my shop shorts.
As if in answer to my unspoken prayer, Mike got off the sofa and down on the floor beside me. As I began to suck with some enthusiasm and, I think from memory, rather noisily on Steve's absolutely delicious boystick (his precum dripped like nectar into my grateful mouth), Mike knelt by me and began to rub me off in my shorts, massaging my swollen bulge so that I began to groan even as I continued to suck off his young friend. With both hands he expertly worked me over, with one feathering the front of my slippery nylon shorts, with the other slipping under and upwards beneath the left leg. He quickly made contact with the silk boxers, and his hand was inside my shorts but over the front of my boxers. The confined space in my shorts seemed to excite him, as it meant that my meat was pressed firmly into his warm wanking hand. It felt fucking marvellous, being rubbed towards cum heaven by a complete stranger, and in the presence of a load of other strangers who were filming every throbbing detail!
Mike wanted to get my shorts off, I could tell, so I lifted myself up on my knees and he gradually eased them downwards. My boxers remained, and so did his hand, though he began to slide inside the flyhole and grasped the warm boyflesh of my hard horny cock. God, I wanted him to make me cum there and then, but tried to restrain myself so that I could shoot my creamy spunkjuice over the front of Steve's red soccer shorts: that's what I really wanted. Steve's cock was bucking in my mouth now, so I released him and continued to wank him gently with my hand.
I pulled Steve's legs up on to the sofa, so that he lay on it full length, and Mike and I stood over him. Steve started to wank his own cock now, and Mike and I closed together. My shorts were down at my ankles, but I still wore my boxers. Mike was still in his white nylon Umbros. I rubbed the front of them and they felt fantastic, silky and shiny and really sexy. Mike was really hard in them, his big teencock pressing forwards and upwards into my hand. I slid my hand down the front of his shorts and his big hot cock met my grasp. He was so wet, I thought for a moment that he had already cum, but it was just a great stream of pearly precum. I agitated his cock inside his shorts, then tugged them a little further down and his quivering boymeat was released. The shorts tucked under his meaty balls. I was masturbating him fast now, and Steve was lying back bringing himself off watching us. Mike was still rubbing me through my blue silk boxers, but then he timed it just right and tugged them down my thighs. Our cocks sprang together, hot and quivering, and we moved up close. 'I want to shoot my cum over you, now,' said Mike desperately close to the edge, and I smiled and looked downwards just as the first jet of his spunkload erupted from the tip of his beautiful boycock. The teenager emptied his load of hot spunk over me, over my stomach, boxers and shorts, so that they were soaked with the warm cum. At that moment there was a last groan of ecstasy from the sofa and Steve arched his back as his boyload emptied onto his own stomach and chest, creamy and warm and thick. I turned towards Steve and stood over him, just as the overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm made my spunk shoot in a warm gushing stream over him as he lay there. The cameramen were breathing rather heavily by now, but seemed not to have missed a single juicy stroke.
As the three of us began to recover from our explosive cumshots, I looked across to the other side of the shop where I could see Carl (my alter ego as the other shop assistant) and young Jamie engaged in something pretty wild. Carl had bent Jamie over the shop desk, near the till, had pulled his jeans down his legs exposing a pair of white nylon briefs, and was sucking his bum through the nylon. Jamie was moaning and groaning like a real pro porn star, and I decided to go and help out. I abandoned my boxers, pulled up my nylon shorts and headed across. As I got closer, I could see that the front of Jamie's nylon briefs (on which the third cameraman was now focussing) were really damp, and I guessed that Carl had been enjoying himself sucking the young boy through the shiny white nylon. I quite wanted a go at that myself.
I joined Carl and Jamie at the counter, and as I approached Jamie turned round to face me. He was so cute, fair and with blue eyes. I suppose he must have been at least 17, but he hardly looked it. Yet between his legs he clearly had a big piece of boymeat bulging in his white nylon briefs, and I could see it moving urgently in the hugging material. I wanted to suck him off in his briefs, with his jeans halfway down his legs, just as he was. Carl had wandered off to join the two other lads on the sofa, and they seemed to be starting up another hot session, so I had Jamie to myself. He smiled shyly at me, and then began to stroke himself in his briefs. What a fucking cocktease!
This boy sure knew how to get me going. His smooth young body and close-fitting nylon briefs sent me wild with lust. I wanted to drink his boycum by sucking it through the tight shiny nylon, but first I wanted a long lingering suck-off session with this cute twink. He was rubbing himself quite firmly now as I watched, with a broad grin on his face. The briefs had a big wet patch where his urgent young cockhead pressed through, and I could clearly see his teenmeat showing through the transparent material. What a horny young lad this was!! I walked right up to Jamie.
'Hi there. You seem to have been having fun' I said.
'Yeah. But I've only just started. I need to be shown how really to enjoy myself.' He blushed as he said this, a bit self-conscious of the stilted dialogue that we were manufacturing for the porn shoot.
'Oh, I think I can help you there. I want to stroke your big boycock in your nylon briefs, and make you beg for it. How much have you got down there?'
'Why not check me out?' said Jamie, teasingly.
I closed up to him, and my nylon shorts closed up to his throbbing teenage packet. I slid my shorts up and down against his briefs, and the sensation of nylon on nylon was incredible. I was really hot for it, and I could tell that Jamie was also enjoying every moment. I could feel the hardness of his youthful cock pressing through the thin transparent fabric into my rapidly dampening shorts. Our two pricks moved as one through the flimsy fabrics. I slipped my hand down between us, and almost fainted as I made contact with this beautiful lad's hardness, pressing into my eager grasp through the soft white nylon.
'Oh yeah, rub my cock Justin. Feel my hard dick and make me shoot my load of creamy jizz.'
'Plenty of time for that Jamie. I want to feel you up through these tight sexy briefs. God, your hard young cock feels fantastic, throbbing in my hand. And your balls are so silky and full.'
He closed his eyes and his head fell back, and I gently kissed his soft throat. Over his shoulder, I could see that Steve and Mike were now both dressed in full Manchester United strip, and that Carl was on his knees massaging each of them in turn through their shorts. His own shop assistant nylon shorts were rounds his ankles, and his big cock was sticking up from the front of a tight white jock.
I needed to suck Jamie through the sexy white nylon of his briefs, and I wasn't sure that he would be able to hold his youthful cumload back much longer, so I headed downwards, passed his absolutely flat and smooth stomach, and positioned myself in front of his throbbing mound. The damp briefs were absolutely transparent now, and I knew that the cameraman was focussed on them: through them the teenager's big rigid cock and fantastic balls showed through, the damp pinkness of the flesh forming a very erotic picture trapped in the material. I feathered him lightly through the nylon and Jamie began to moan quite loudly. 'Come on Jamie, open your legs wide for me kid.' He did just that, and stretched his thighs wide for me. I closed up, and allowed myself the supreme luxury of breathing in the heady scent of this teenstud, dressed only in bulging nylon briefs, oozing his luscious precum through hugging hot nylon. And then my mouth made contact, and my lips closed gently over the hard cockhead of the randy teenager's quivering boymeat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Carl had got Steve's shorts down to his ankles, and was sucking hard on the dark-haired lad's hard cock. Meanwhile, Mike was fingering Steve's eager hole, loosening him up for a bit of hot action. Mike's own ManU shorts were thrust out at the front, and Steve was reaching behind him, fondling his friend's big boydick through the flimsy satin. It looked as if he would shortly be getting the fucking that he seemed to be begging for.
I continued to suck Jamie's damp cock through his shiny white briefs, and his moaning got louder. I slipped my hand down into my nylon shorts and started to wank myself off towards my second orgasm within 20 minutes. Most of all though, I wanted to focus on the pleasure of juicing this lad up through his fabulous briefs, and the hardness of his big young dick moving in his silky briefs almost made me swoon with excitement. Jamie was resting his hands on the counter behind him, and slightly leaning back so that his bulging snowwhite cockmound pressed upwards and outwards into my sucking mouth. He was fantastic, and so hot.
I allowed myself the luxury of rubbing him a little bit more with my fingertips through the transparent nylon, and I could see streams of his boyish precum flooding from the uncut tip. As I moved his eager young cock in the confining nylon the sound of it, wet and straining in the material, was very clear. Then I returned to sucking the lad's cock, drinking in the newly-released juices.
Just then, I was aware of a hand between my legs, and I looked up to see that Darren, the lad who had opened the door for me, had moved across and had joined us. He was wearing the white England soccer strip, which always makes me randy, and looked really dreamy. He had started to massage my throbbing teenmeat in the tight nylon shorts that I had been asked to put on in my role as assistant, and which hugged my crutch deliciously. As I hadn't bothered to put my silk boxers back on since my previous cum session, my cock moved a bit more easily in the shiny nylon. His hand moved expertly up and down, round and over my pressing cockmeat, and he pleasured me fantastically. The end of my knob, sticky from my flowing precum, was tingling with pleasure and my approaching explosion of spunk. Darren was standing behind me, and reached right under my open legs and in long eager strokes massaged my big hard cock through the sliding nylon. It felt fucking marvellous, the nylon riding up and down my extended length, and I spread my legs wide to let this eager teen feel me up good and proper. He kept rubbing away firmly on my throbbing cock and bulging balls, filling with my creamy cum, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before my load emptied itself under his expert massage. I was so full of hot spunk.
I hadn't for a moment stopped my suck-off session on young Jamie, who continued to writhe and moan as my mouth travelled the length of his hard boymeat time and again, enjoying every drop of the freely-flowing precum honey. Then with my fingers I very gently tugged the waistband of his transparent nylon briefs down a fraction, and the full length of the lad's 7 inches of teenflesh sprang free. I plunged my mouth over his mushroom head and head-bobbed him, working him towards his approaching orgasm.
Darren's hand continued its expert work between my legs, rubbing me insistently through the confining shiny nylon shorts. Up and down he stroked, making my tingling dick quiver with the anticipation of its impending jizz-off. With my free hand I reached behind me, and touched the front of his soccer shorts. The glistening whiteness of the English strip, which caught the intense brightness of the studio lighting, was fantastic, and beneath the shorts I could make out the hardness of Darren's big cockmeat. He was a real stud, his cock was hard and rampant, and it pushed firmly into my hand.
I released Jamie's boydick from my mouth for a moment to shout out 'Oh, feel my hard cock Darren. Rub me hard in my shorts. Make me shoot my hot spunk for you. I want to cum so much, and I need to do it now. Keep stroking my knob in my nylon shorts. Yeaah, go for it. Rub me off.'
Darren responded by increasing the rhythm of his strokes on my cock, and my nylon shorts got wetter and wetter with my flowing precum. Jamie looked at me being wanked in my shorts and smiled, and then with his own hand began to masturbate his young cock, so shiny and hard with the glistening cobweb threads of his juicy precum. I slid my hand down the front of Darren's white shorts, grasped his wet cockhead, and agitated the foreskin. The three of us were close to cumming, and there were now two cameramen round us, together with the sound guy. They were having a field day, with three hot teencocks to focus on, all close to exploding their spunk.
Then Jamie began to buckle, and I plunged my mouth back over his hot hard cock. I felt him tense up, and then he began to shoot his creamy boycum into my mouth. It was incredible - the youngster had so much hot spunk to give. My mouth began to fill up, and then the white cum began to burst from my mouth. He had so much boycream, I couldn't believe it. On and on he went, pumping jets of the delicious thick creamy cum into my mouth. My face was covered in thick wads of his white spunk, and still he shot. As he did so, he yelled and groaned with the exquisite pleasure. That did for me, and I could feel my own hot cum topple over the point of no return. I arched my bum upwards, and Darren knew that I was about to cum. He timed it perfectly, giving two more slow strokes on my tingling cock through the hugging nylon, and then flipping my cockhead free from the top of my shorts. My wad of hot spunk splattered onto the floor, and over his hand, which continued to stroke me as I came.
Darren himself was getting really close, and my hand down the front of his soccer shorts wanked feverishly at the swollen end of his teenage hardness. He too tensed for a moment, and then the warm cum flooded over my hand and filled up his shorts, soaking them with the thickness of his boycream. In the middle of all this horny action, I noticed with some amusement one of the cameraman gently stroking himself through the outside of his jeans, which were stretched tight. Good to know that they were human, I thought! Over the cameraman's shoulder, I took in the sight of Mike outstretched on the sofa, his legs raised up either side of his head, with Steve deep inside him fucking him for all he was worth. Carl meanwhile was pumping a load of his teencream over Steve's back, and both Steve and Mike had their ManU shorts down by their ankles.
A few minutes later, we all subsided, and relaxed by gently stroking each other in our satiated state. Dave, the producer, brought some beers over for us all and congratulated us on what he said was some fantastic action. He also said that it would make a great video. I left shortly after with Jamie, and he came back to my place for a couple of drinks and the most fantastically horny session I've had (in private!) for a long time. Maybe I'll tell you about that some time.
This was all a few weeks ago: I rang Dave a few days ago to see if there was a chance of more work, and he's asked me to join Jamie and some other lads to make a video based on a college soccer team. He also told me that they've almost finished editing the sports shop video. Look out for it: it's going to be called Sports Shop Teen Orgy.
If you enjoyed this, and like guys in shorts and briefs, send me something hot: scott_justin51@hotmail.com