Football or Soccer?

                                   FOOTBALL OR SOCCER?

                                        By Mighty Mouth

I have to confess that I don't know a football from a golf ball. But I do know a lot about male balls, and have played with many of them.

My name is Jack. I am 30 years old. I live in a medium-size city on a deserted street. There is only one other house on my block, and it is rented to poor white trash. They are not nosy neighbors. My modest house overlooks a football field, attached to a local high school. Sometimes I go onto the school grounds, not to watch a game, but to ogle the guys at practice. It's a feast for the eyes. There is one kid in particular, #10, who is a real looker, and muscular. Built like a brick shit house and always smiling when he isn't wearing his helmet.

After a game was over, I motioned the kid to come over to the modest bleachers. I said, "You could be a model, you are so good-looking. I'm a photographer, and I'd like to take pictures of you.  I live in the house next door to your field. I can't afford to pay a lot, but I'll try to make it worthwhile for you. Here's my card."

He beamed. "Thanks, I'll think it over," he said as he took my card.

Sure enough, the next afternoon after school let out, he phoned me.

"Hello, this is Tom, the guy you gave your card to yesterday. Can I come over?"

 "Sure, I'm not doing anything much this afternoon." I have a decent-size living room with a large sofa, and two arm chairs. I have a wide-screen TV mounted on the wall. I threw a porno film into the DVD player so that it would be running when he arrived. Within minutes my doorbell rang.  I welcomed him and offered him a seat. I asked, "How old are you, Tom?"

"I just turned 18," he replied. I breathed a sigh of relief, and asked if he would accept a beer. He opted for a coke, saying, "I don't drink much alcohol." Of course he eyes were glued to the TV set, obviously turned on by what he was watching. I had selected a video with a hugh-titted blond deep-throating a big dick. 

"Why don't we begin with a shot of you without your shirt?" I asked as I set up my equipment. He complied. When he stood up I could already see a distinct bulge in his crotch. "Like the movie?"

"Hell yes. I can't watch something like this at home, because I have a younger brother, and my dad would certainly find out about me watching porno on my computer. And I'd have hell to pay for it."

I got right to the point. "Would you like to get a blow job like the guy in the movie?"

"You bet I would," was his reply.

"What if I were to tell you that I could do that to you. Would you be offended?"

 "No, not at all. I've never had a blow job, and would like to try it out. I'm not prejudiced against anyone"

"Well," I told him. "Why not take off your pants now that we"ve gone this far?"

He immediately did so, and was now just wearing shorts. I walked over to him and took out a beautiful cock. It was hard as a rock. I immediately swallowed the entire rod, as he gasped with pleasure.

"God, this is better than I imagined." Of course this was partly because of my skilled technique, but also I had taken out my dentures. So he would certainly remember his first blow job the rest of his life. Tom came fast, as they all do when I perform.

"I gotta get goin," he said, "I have some errands to do." So I paid him 50 bucks and he was happy.

I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. He phoned and asked if he could stop by.

I replied, "Sure."

Then he surprised me by asking, "Can I bring a friend? His name is Dick."

I hesitated, but cautioned, "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Don't worry, he can keep a secret," he assured me. "Besides, he wants to try it out."

"You are a naughty boy," I admonished. But I reluctantly agreed. I love to suck one cock right after another.

 I got a porn video going, and about 10 minutes later, Tom and Dick arrived. I had already left the front door open a crack, so they came right in. Dick was as cute as a button, about 5'7". He was not as muscular as Tom, but he wasn't skinny either.

Tom was not surprised that I had a movie playing. He was an old hand this second time around. But Dick was mesmerized. Tom had his usual Coke, and Dick accepted a beer, after I confirmed that he was 18. After all, I don't want to rot in some prison for violating minors. I asked Tom if Dick was a football player, but he said, "No, he plays soccer."

Tom wasted no time in unzipping his fly, and pulling out an already-hard piece of meat. I promptly went down on him. Dick watched, fascinated. Tom told Dick, Dick join the fun. That's why you are here, isn't it?" Dick promptly took out his cock, slightly larger than Tom's nice size.

I came up off Tom's cock and walked over to fondle Dick's dick. Then I pulled my usual surprise by devouring Dick's tool in one gulp. He reacted the same as Tom had his first time. After giving Dick a taste of full pleasure, I went back to work on Tom. He didn't last long. Then I quickly finished off Dick. Both boys looked happy, and Dick even thanked me. And zip, they were gone.

After their visit, there was a few days' lull, but one afternoon my phone rang, and it was Dick. "How did you get my phone number?" I asked.

"Tom gave it to me. I asked him for it."

 "WOW," I exclaimed. "Aren't you a clever one. I guess you liked what happened here when you came with Tom."

"You bet. Do you think I can come over now?"

"Sure, it's always nice to have company." It seemed no more than five minutes passed before he arrived. "He must have run here from school," I thought. I offered him a beer and some popcorn, which he accepted. I already had a video playing.

He surprised me by asking, "Can I take off my clothes? I think I'll enjoy it more that way."

"Be my guest, I always admire guys naked," I answered, thinking that the situation was getting interesting. After he undressed, I went right to work, eating his frankfurter with relish, while rubbing my hands over his entire body, which he obviously enjoyed.

A week went by without a word from Tom. When he finally phoned, I asked, "Do you have another cocksucker now?"

"Ha-ha-ha. You are my exclusive," he laughed. "I don't need another one."

"So why haven't you called me," I asked anxiously.

 "I've been busy studying for finals, but I have some free time now. And I have a question, can I bring another friend, his name is Harry. You'll like him."

"Wait a minute," I retorted, "Don't you know that threes a crowd? Tom, I've got you, and Dick, and now a Harry? So who is this Harry?"

"He's a football player like me," he answered.

So I reluctantly agreed. I had sucked off Tom, Dick, and now Harry. People tell me that I like to suck every Tom, Dick and Harry, but that’s not correct. I do suck every dick, but I am not acquainted with parts of the body called tom or harry. I have sucked off some hairies.

A few minutes later my doorbell rang. I invited Tom and Harry in and they both chose a coke. Harry was a real beefy guy, but ugly. If I had seen him on the football field, I didn’t remember. I might have just given him a split-second glance and decided that he wasn’t for me. When he began talking I quickly decided that he was an oaf and arrogant. It’s one thing to be intelligent and arrogant, but stupid and arrogant is a repugnant combination. I decided then and there that I wanted nothing to do with Harry.

I told Tom, “I want to discuss something privately with you. Let’s go into my bedroom.” I closed the door and explained that I wasn’t interested in the least in Harry. “Tell him that I’m not feeling too well today, and I’m not up to it. Then you two leave, and you can come back later. Is that OK?”

“Yeah, but Harry’s gonna be disappointed.”

“Well, I can’t help that, he’s just not my type.” Harry was crestfallen, but the two left.

About 20 minutes later Tom returned. I don’t know how he ditched Harry, and didn’t ask.

After our usual great sex, Tom surprised me. “How would you like to give a party?”

“For whom?” I asked.

“I have another 3 football players interested in your services.”

“You scoundrel,” I scolded.

          “You could stock up on beer, buy some snacks, put on a porno, and who knows what might happen? Now that school’s out for the summer, everybody has time on their hands. How about tomorrow?”

“Oh Christ,” I admonished. “You know very well what will happen. OK, I’ll do it. What time?”

“How about 3 p. m?”

“It’s a deal.”

And promptly at 3, all 4 showed up. Tom told the others, with their eyes already glued to the porno video, “Why don’t you guys take off your clothes while Jack gets beer for you and a coke for me, and some good snacks?” I’m sure they had all seen each other in the gym shower. often, and probably had no reservations about it. And so they stripped.

I was soon doing my duty on one after the other until they had all shot their loads. I enjoyed all of the three newcomers. I was in cocksucker heaven. I gave each of them my phone number, and I now have a stable of studs. What a dream come true!

A couple of days later, I was sitting on my front porch and a moving truck turned into my street. I thought it was probably a mistake, since there is only one other house on my block. I got up to see where it was going. It stopped in front of the house where the white trash lives, and soon guys were carrying out their beat-up old furniture.  

Fast forward a week, and a different truck arrived at the empty house, following a car. A guy, who appeared in his mid-forties got out of the car, with what was probably his wife, and from the back seat emerged a handsome hunk of a guy who looked to be about twenty. “Hmm, interesting,” I mused.

The young guy must have had a job somewhere. Evidently he started very early in the morning and returned home usually about 2 p.m., always on foot, so I surmised he didn’t have a car. He probably walked the two blocks to the nearest bus stop. Whether his dad worked or not, I couldn’t determine. I discovered his daily arrival time because every day after lunch I sit on my front porch to smoke a Cuban cigar, and sip brandy.

At first he didn’t greet me, so I decided to take the initiative. One afternoon I motioned for him to come to the porch. I introduced myself as Jack, and he said his name was Steve. He seemed to be a friendly guy. This went on for a few days, then I decided to close in for the kill. I invited him inside to have a beer. He accepted. He said that he flipped burgers at McDonalds and started at 6 a. m. So I knew he could use some extra cash. I explained that I was a photographer, and that with his good looks, I’d like to take some photos of him, for pay, of course. I offered him 50 bucks. He gave a quick affirmative answer, so we set it up for the next day.

He arrived exactly at 2 p.m. I asked him if he would accept my taking pics of him in the nude, and he said that would be OK. He promptly stripped while I was getting him a beer. He didn’t seem shy or embarrassed in the least. I said “Just to get you relaxed, I’ll put on a movie for you to watch while I do my job.” Of course, I didn’t say what kind of movie. By the time I got back with his beer, he had everything off but his shorts. Then “whosh,” off came the shorts, revealing a slightly larger than normal, gorgeous cock. My mouth flew open. Probably for two reasons.

Watching the porno flick, his dick started to grow, and shortly was about 7 inches, rock hard.

“Looks like you need to take care of that situation, I remarked, pointing to his prick.”

“I’ll take care of it when I get home,” he replied, smiling.

“I pointed to my open mouth and said, “You can take care of it right here for twenty dollars extra.” He stared at me in disbelief, but nodded yes.

“So I immediately fell, or collapsed, to my knees, and began my regular professional routine. He was a moaner. I love moaners. They show real appreciation. Needless to say, he unloaded fast, as is always the case when I perform. I wish I could have taken photos of me sucking him off, but I knew he wouldn’t agree.

So, he left my house seventy dollars richer, which was probably equivalent to a large part of his weekly salary. The next day when he passed my house on the way home, he was all smiles. I knew that he wanted a repeat. And it happened. And he became another regular.