Chris the Sportsman gets me all horny

I was in my final year at school before living school so we were preparing for the school sports every week on a Friday afternoon, we walked in convoy to the playing field at far end of town, to practise and decide what we thought we could compete in at the annual school sports. We walked three abreast in school uniform and then changed into our sports gear, when we arrived. I usually walked with my two mates, John and David, they called us the three musketeers, as we were inseparable at school, but only at school as both lived in a totally different area of town, a long bus ride from my home. but at school we were mates, always looking out for one another.

Chris, the lad this is about, was in my class, but through school apart from the occasional pairing by teachers ins some classes, not really had much to do with him, as he and his mate another Chris, had both come from a different feeder school than us three. Thje two Chris s , as we called them could not have been more different in build, the Chris this is about, was about 5 10 slim, fit looking with a tussle of dark curly hair, and the sort of looks all the girls swooned over, in his favour, I will say he wasn't fazed by the attention, and was always, friendly and pleasant. The other Chris, could not of been more different, about 5 7 stocky, and awfuls a stern expression, and not very friendly to all except Chris, quite Shy where the other Chris was more extrovert.

We arrived as usual at the field, and made for the changing rooms, which were what you would describe as basic. They always had a smell of sweaty feet and stale body odour, which is fine if its what your into, as we always followed soon after the school who had the morning slot. We all changed into our kit, which was the most basic and unflattering gear you could imagine, a t shirt that came in a standard size Large, and an awful blue shade. Paired with rough navy shorts, the sort of thing worn by convicts in prison, again in a standard size about large. So the shorter guys such as me and my mates, looke proper misfits in the gear, at least the taller guys they did fit a bit better. Id noticed that the brief wearers all. rolled theirs up at the waist and turned the legs up so they at least looked more flattering on the field. Unfortunately the three of us were wearers of the baggy aertex sort from the local Coop store called I believe trunks, they had a vertical fly, which your cock kept popping through, at the most inopportune moments, usually when you were doing high jump, or long jump. the brief wearers had none of this to contend with. this was the time when your mother bought your underwear and you had no say in what style, so you had the same as your dads!

We had all taken part in all the usual sports, as practice and either short listed for a particular one, or struck off as below standard, eg for me triple jump, by the time Id hopped and skipped Id no jump left!. However I always did well at the long distance running events for example the 440 and 220 yards and in the past had always done well finishing second or third, usually behind Chris who usually won both. For some reason, the Teacher always insisted on me running the 100 yards, which I was no good at fast starts so usually finished last! It was after the practices that some of us were chilling and as it was a warm day. The Teacher had filled a tin bath full of water and ice cubes and gave us all a plastic cup to drink some. Having filled our cup we went to chill at the track edge and was surprised to be joined by the taller Chris, his mate no where in sight. I naturally asked where Chris P was, as they were known as Chris G and Chris P to save confusion. Chris G told his he had pulled a muscle doing the long jump and was in the changing room with a teacher having some ice put on it.

Chris was sitting on the grass, legs wide apart in his rolled up shorts, and had also taken off the awful shirt and was wiping his brow. I was awestruck by his lovely torso He had just a little hair between his nips ,a from his navel, a treasure trail of black hair disappeared in to the waistband of his Y fronts, not only that but his briefs leg holes were visible in the baggy shorts showing blk hair peeping from them. I must point out that my friends and me were a bit later than some of the others with hair growth, our cocks were developed but none of us had much hair then. I was , therefore fascinated at the bush at the waistband and the hair in his crotch peeping out. I was transfixed enjoying the view, and suddenly realised my cock had found its way as it grew out of my trunks, fortunately lying horizontally as the hole was not wide enough for it to shoot out in front, the bagginess of the shorts hiding it. As I was looking at the view between Chris s legs he shifted position bending one leg up and straightening the other and rubbing it as he said he had cramp. this meant the bent up leg side gaped wider and exposed much of his briefs crotch so that the crack and edge of his balls were almost exposed. Having stretched it and rubbed it for a bit he resumed the legs apart position, I could see the full crotch of his briefs now gaping showing the hairy ass crack. I was rock hard but fortunately my trunks keeping things from showing but I could feel the mesh of them getting a bit wet with precum at the sight before me.

That night back home in my bedroom I was lying my legs in the Chris G position as I called it after in my aertex trunks rubbing my cock and remembering the site of Chris s hairy treasure trail and crotch, I had sneaked a peek as we changed later, as the sports master insisted that we either trained commando or brought a pair of clean pants, to change into after for the walk back to school. Chris unfortunately had his back to me, as he stripped out of his sport briefs, but I did see a lovely hairy bum crack and two hairy balls, he had what you would call now "low hangers" , which obscured his cock so I couldn't see how long it was flaccid! He did however stand for several minutes showing off his lovely body, clad in what looked like a new pair of briefs which he had I noticed failed to remove the sticky tag of the checker off. I went over to him and asked him who Sybil was, when he looked puzzled, I removed the sticker and said "she d checked out his pants!, to which we all erupted in laughter, even the usually sullen Chris P who was still rubbing his sore ankle, now bandaged. "Quiet there" said the Games master and "Hurry up there". I lay there thinking of Chris and longing to have seen his cock, but picturing that gorgeous furry bum, I imagined as I stroked myself, cupping my hand under the balls and running my finger along his furry crack, my other hand was running along my crack and sliding toward my hole, thinking of him, there with me. Suddenly it got too much and before I could free my cock, I exploded into my pants, cum seeping through the many holes in the material, burst after burst seeped through till they were soaked in my cum. I hadn't even had to hardly stroke it, the thought of that beautiful guy, his lovely furry arse, me cupping those lovely low hanging balls. I immediately changed my pants and hid them. luckily I had several pairs so I cleaned my self up with them and hid them under my bed. I dreamt many times of Chris G and us being in bed together, me pleasuring him and seeing him naked next to me, I often wondered what had happened as that year we all left and went into various employment. I often wondered what had happened as a lot of us lost touch and at that time, school reunions were rare.

There is a postscript if you like, several years later I was delivering post to a small cul de sac and noticed a letter for delivery to a house at the bottom for a Mr and Mrs Chris G??? I wondered, but being very early in the morning, no one was around. There was a child s bike by a side gate but noting else. By chance I had a few weeks later, I had an item that had to be signed and knew from the senders address, the jiffy bag envelope and its shape, what the contents would likely be, it was obviously a dildo or vibrator! It was too big to go in the letter box, so I rang the bell the hall light came on and the shape of a guy appeared through the glass portion of the door, I could see he was clad in just blue briefs. He opened the door, reaching around the door and thanking me as I handed him the packet and he closed the door. Yes, it Was Chris after all these years and yes he still looked fit from what I could see, but his face was now fuller, it had lost a lot of its wow factor, and his chest was a lot hairier but now the dark hair mingled with grey. Too think I had wanked myself over him for those years, now he was just a normal middle aged guy. Often wonder if the dildo/vibrator was for them both or just him, as I saw the wife some days later, a plainer Jane you could not have imagined!!!! nothing like the Chris of old would have even given a second glance, so possibly HE used the dildo on himself while wanking, Id like to imagine so lol !