I handed Sarah her phone back, "Just be careful what you're getting up to on that thing Sarah darling!"

I almost ran down the stairs to my lap-top in the living room, I quickly logged into my router as administrator and checked the incoming and outgoing streams, I had both sides of the router on my screen, I saw the first message coming in for Sarah on her aunties old mobile phone, A blue text box opened with, 'Are we safe Sarah?'

I heard her footsteps across the ceiling as Sarah left her bedroom and walked on the tips of her toes to the top of the stairs, I followed her movements with my eyes on the ceiling as she returned to her bedroom, the picture of Sarah's room went a little wobbly and then I saw her hands blurred against the stream from the phone's camera and a red text box popped onto the screen, 'My dad is back in the living room now!'

The blue box opened with a new message, 'Perhaps it would be safer to close your bedroom door, we almost got caught by your dad just then...I'm sure that your uncle Paul told you that you had to be really careful when you play on your phone!'

I heard Sarah's little footsteps cross her bedroom again and the sound of her bedroom door closing and then her face returned to the screen as a voice came over my lap-top's speaker, "Right Sarah, where were we?"

"You had just asked me if my boyfriend tries to put anything else into my mouth."

"And does he?"

Sarah looked over her shoulder at her bedroom door as if she had just heard something but I knew that she was trying to cover the fact that her face had turned really red, so red in fact that the tops of her ears had also turned red as she nodded her head while still looking at her bedroom door.

"Is it more embarrassing when I am asking questions instead of texting them Sarah?"

She nodded her head again but the red tips to the tops of her ears were starting to turn pink again.

"Does your boyfriend try to put his cock in your mouth Sarah?"

She half turned back to the phone and nodded her head again.

"How wide do you have to open your mouth for him to try to get his cock into your mouth Sarah?"

Sarah turned to fully face the camera now, she opened her mouth really...really...really wide.

"Wow Sarah, you open your mouth really wide there, does he manage to get his cock all the way in when you open your mouth that wide?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her head.

I heard a chuckle from the man, "I didn't mean all of his cock, can he get the head of his cock inside your mouth when it is that wide open?"

I saw a look of light spread across her face, she smiled and then she nodded her head enthusiastically. "How much of his cock can he get inside your mouth Sarah?"

Sarah moved her index finger away from her thumb to indicate three or four inches.

And while Sarah was showing her chat partner how much of her boyfriend's cock she could manage in her mouth, I thought back to when I was in top primary class like Sarah, any boys that she knew from school would be ten years old maximum, just like her, at eleven years old, kids all moved up to secondary school, academy, comprehensive school or grammar school. I remembered back to what my body was like when I was ten years old, my cock was barely fatter than a cigarette, barely longer than one as well...and not one of those king size cigarettes either, not even one with a filter tip...just a regular one, all of my cock would have fitted in her mouth back then.

I was snapped back to my computer screen by the man asking Sarah if her boyfriend's cock was bigger than his cock, I looked at Sarah's upper body on my screen, she didn't have breasts yet but her nipples were definitely showing signs of her excitement, she had a thoughtful look on her face again...'She must have seen his cock at some point for him to ask her that question!' jumped into my head.

Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

"Can't you remember what my cock looks like?"

Sarah shook her head.

"Didn't you keep my picture?"

Sarah shook her head, "You told me not to...just in case my mum or dad ever found my phone!"

"I didn't keep it either...I...erm...I could turn my camera on if you would like to see my cock in real life instead of just in a picture...but only if you'd be okay with that!"

I saw a little smile break out on Sarah's face, she looked over her shoulder again to check that her door was still closed before she nodded her head excitedly as she turned back to face the phone's camera and sat a little more upright in her seat.

I sat upright too, I would be interested to see who the man was that was talking to my ten year old daughter, I hovered my finger over the 'Print Screen' button, if I caught a glimpse of his face, I had to be ready, I may only have a second or two to capture the screenshot before he hid his face and his identity.

The right half of my lap-top screen flickered three times and then the image from the man's camera opened up, the camera shot only covered from the man's knees to his belly button, so no face for me to capture, he rubbed his fist from his balls to the head of his cock but I pressed the print screen button anyway, "What do you think Sarah...am I bigger than your boyfriend?"

I was very impressed with what I saw, his cock looked massive...well, long at least, the head of his cock looked like a clenched fist but his cock shaft was only around one and a half inches in circumference...at fully erect, the head of his cock pressed into his bellybutton.

Sarah giggled, "Your cock is longer but his cock is fatter!"

My reaction to hearing my sweet little girl's voice coming out of my computer's loud speaker describing her boyfriend's cock to a stranger...I got the strongest erection that I could ever remember getting in my life before, my cock was fatter and longer than I could ever remember seeing it. I knew that it was wrong but I couldn't help myself, my hand slipped straight down the front of my trousers, I told myself that it was just to make my cock sit more comfortably in my trousers but within seconds, I was rubbing my cock the same as the man talking to my daughter was rubbing his.

"Has your boyfriend tried to get his cock into your pussy yet Sarah?"

She nodded her head.

"Did he manage to get it in you?"

"Not yet but he tries every time he can but it just hurts me too much...I'm worried that he'll give up on me...think I'm a baby or something."

"Do you think that my cock would be a better fit? You already said yourself that my cock is thinner than his...if I did you while he was there with us and he followed me straight after I cum in you, he might be able to get his cock in you without hurting you too much that way!"

I groaned a little at the thought of my daughter having sex with a stranger while her boyfriend watched them and after one man took her virginity, her boyfriend would follow him, two grown men with much larger cocks than mine fucking my little girl, one after the other.

There was a loud ringing sound from the kitchen that made me almost jump out of my skin, the bell was telling me to stir the sea-food risotto in the oven and pop the garlic butter baguette on a baking tray next to it to warm through for the last five minutes of cooking time. I took my lap-top into the kitchen with me so that I could still hear the conversation between my daughter and the man on the computer.

While I was stirring the risotto, I heard, "Have you ever been skinny-dipping Sarah?"

I let my eyes flick to the screen of my lap-top, Sarah looked a little confused, "What does that mean?"

He laughed, "That means, swimming in a public place with no clothes on, no bikini or swimming costume either."

Sarah shook her head.

"Has your father lived in this village all of his life darling?"

Sarah nodded her head, "Well, most of it, he went to Manchester for a few years to university."

"Well then, I'll bet he used to go skinny-dipping in the river by Pengelly's farm when he was your age, we all did back then!"

That brought back some memories from my youth, I never went to the river pool when I was ten, like Sarah was now, but when I was eleven years old, I was at the pool whenever I could get there in the summer because it was the only place boys and girls got to play together back then, our local council used to separate boys and girls at eleven years of age, the boys and girls secondary schools both had the same name but the two schools were a mile apart. I never had any interest in girls when I was ten and they were around me all the time but as soon as I turned eleven...sex was definitely big on my emotional agenda.

No one ever used the river pool these days, when I was twenty years old, we had an unusually dry summer and the river branch that housed the pool lost flow from the main river and stopped flowing for a few weeks, allowing a poisonous bloom of 'Blue/Green' algae to grow, sending two local boys to the hospital in a very perilous state. The land owner had been forced to close all access to his stretch of the river off to the general public for insurance reasons.

I heard the man say, "You should definitely ask your father if he ever went skinny-dipping in Pengelly's pool when he was your age, it will be so hot this afternoon that you should definitely try to go to the river for a swim this afternoon."

I'd finished at the oven so I carried my lap-top to the foot of the stairs, "Sarah...lunch will be in five minutes darling!"

The man's cock disappeared from the screen and a blue message box opened, 'What was that?"

Sarah's picture went crazy as her fingers touched the camera's screen and a red text box opened with, 'My dad telling me that I've only got five minutes left before lunch.'

The blue message returned, 'Well, I'd better go now anyway...I have a little work to do before I can have my lunch...been lovely playing with you this morning Sarah...hope to see you soon...😘'

The video stream from Sarah's phone disappeared and I heard her running across her bedroom, I'd just dropped out of the internet router's administrator screen as Sarah burst into the living room, she was still only wearing knickers but no longer pink ones, she had changed into her powder blue knickers..."What's for lunch today daddy?"

"I've cooked the sea-food risotto today darling."

"Garlic bread?"

"Of course darling, a long baguette with lots of garlic butter cut into it."

"Goody."

Sarah sat on the right hand side of the dining table while I dished up our food, the garlic bread was left whole and placed on a wooden board in the centre of the table so that we could just tear chunks off of it as we wanted to. Sarah had a massive smile on her face as she ate her lunch, using small chunks of bread as a spoon to put the risotto into her mouth and as she ate, she was fidgeting with her legs, opening her legs wide apart and closing them, over and over again. I tried not to look but I couldn't and as she ate her lunch, a darker patch of blue between her legs appeared as her inner excitement spread across the gusset of her knickers and higher up the front of her knickers.

I'd finished eating my lunch but Sarah was only about half way through hers, she looked at me, "Erm...dad, did you ever go skinny-dipping when you were my age?"

Fortunately I'd been forewarned that the question might be asked by the messages passing between Sarah and her on-line friend, "Well darling, I did...but not at your age, I was a little older, I was at secondary school when I started swimming at Pengelly's pool!"

Sarah filled her mouth again and pulled her fork out of her mouth as she chewed...and as she emptied her mouth, she pointed her fork at me like a weapon, "Is it true that Uncle Paul met Aunty Alex while they were skinny-dipping?"

Well, I hadn't seen that question coming but I steadied myself, I just nodded my head, "Yes, that's where they met!"

"And wasn't Aunty Alex mum's best friend at school?"

I nodded my head again.

"Sooooooo...did you meet mummy at the skinny-dipping pool as well?"

I had to think about that question a little harder, I closed my eyes and travelled back in time.

When I first moved up to my secondary modern school at eleven years old, there was an exhibition football match between the school's previous first eleven team and second eleven, all one hundred and twenty boys that started with me were having a mass sports lesson so that the football coach, Mr Simons, could take a look at us, he only had a few weeks to pick his new first eleven and second eleven teams before the start of the inter-school's football season and the rules of that competition mandated that each team had to have boys from each year in their team, at least one eleven year old boy, two twelve year olds and three thirteen year olds, two fourteen year olds and finally, three fifteen year olds...they could substitute younger boys for the older ones if they liked but not substitute an older boy for a younger one.

The strange rules on player's ages did mean that the usual three substitutes rule had to be adjusted so that there were enough substitute players of each age to cover all eventualities if a player needed to be replaced during the game.

I remembered watching the exhibition match, Richard Cooper was the oldest boy in the team, he was the first team captain from the previous year as well as their centre forward, he scored four goals, his footwork was like watching a ballet dancer out on the field, he ran fast, he managed the rest of the team and was definitely the alpha male of the whole school.

They only played for thirty minutes, fifteen minutes each way so Richard scoring four goals in such a short time was quite remarkable. After the match, each of the players took five or six new boys under their wings and ran training exercises while the football coach walked around the sports field watching us all in turn. My group of six were on the part of the field that was furthest away from the school building, the worst possible place to play any sport because the ground there was so rough, the six of us were under the tutelage of Richard Cooper.

We started out running backwards and forwards between two cones, like a mad relay race for ten minutes, when the coach reached our group, he told Richard that he was doing very well, "Now try them with a ball Richard!" We were the first group to be allowed to use a ball on the whole sports field and that was seen as a great honour to the six of us, as well as to Richard's teaching method.

Same mad dash back and forth between the marking cones but this time, we had to dribble a ball at our feet as well as make the run as fast as we could.

I was waiting for my turn to dribble the ball between the cones, Mick Green was running towards me but he kept losing the ball from the toe of his boot and had to run off after it. Richard was standing at my side, "Are you ready John?"

I nodded my head, "I always pick this run to practice my players on because of the uneven surface, if you can control a ball here, you'll be able to control it anywhere...keep your eyes on the ball and the ground ahead of you!"

I collected the ball off of Mick Green's boot and set off a little slower than he had run but I had far more ball control than he had. The whistle sounded to signal the end of our first ever sports lesson at the new school, I stopped and bent to pick the ball up, Richard shouted at me to finish my lap so I restarted running the twenty yards to the far cone, as I rounded that cone, Richard shouted for me to pick that cone up and dribble my ball back to the school building.

Richard made me dribble the ball all the way back to the equipment shed, I had to lift the ball with my foot and flick it into the chest holding all of the footballs before stacking my cone on the top of all of the other cones.

I was a little worried about how long it had taken us to reach the school building, "I'm going to be very late for my next lesson, I'll have to dodge the shower!"

Richard's voice was quite sharp, "You will not...even if I have to drag you through the showers myself!"

As Richard and I walked into the changing rooms, most of the boys were already leaving, having showered, dried and changed back into their school uniforms.

Richard Cooper was certainly a confident boy, he walked over to his peg and stripped off totally before throwing his towel over his shoulder, I had planned to wrap my lower body in my towel before taking my shorts and underpants off to keep myself covered for as long as I possibly could, Richard grabbed my left wrist and pulled me towards the massive shower room. I hooked my towel over a peg and Richard put his on top of mine.

"I do hope that we're going to be friends John, you have a lot of skill with the ball, a strong heart and good lungs, I'm going to ask the coach to put you on the subs bench for our first match!"

Richard walked through the tunnel of hot water until he was well soaked, he left the other end of the tunnel and bent over to pick up a bar of soap, I was just starting along the soaking path through the shower room, watching Richard rubbing soap into his cock as I walked through.

"You can use the liquid soap in the dispensers if you like but it's very harsh, sucks all the moisture out of your skin...or, you can come here and let me soap you with my bar of Dove moisturising soap!"

My hands shot down to my cock to hide it because I'd just got an erection from the way that Richard was talking to me and what he was saying.

I walked up to him and he pulled my hands away from my cock, he started to rub his soapy hands all over my chest, face, neck and under my arms. He turned me around and started to wash my back, down over my buttocks. He pulled my back against him and he reached around my stomach, I felt his cock pressing against my bottom as he washed my cock from behind. He spent a long...loooooonnnnggggg, time washing my cock and as he did, he was sawing his own cock back and forth between my thighs.

I was just starting to enjoy having Richard washing me when I froze, a voice from the entrance to the shower bellowed out, "Don't spend too long in the shower Mr Cooper, Mr Clarke has a lesson to go to!"

Richard pushed me ahead of him through the tunnel of water again and as we stepped out of the last spray head the water stopped running.

I wrapped myself in my towel for the walk back to my peg and my clothes, Richard stood next to me as we dried ourselves, "I'll have a word with the coach to get you onto the 'D' group for sports, that group has their sports lesson last thing in the afternoon, give us longer to enjoy our shower after the lesson!"

I remembered the shiver running through my body back then and it ran through my body again now as I remembered it...

Sarah cleared her throat, my eyes snapped open, she was looking down at the front of my trousers, I was hard and there was a little dot of moisture darkening my trousers above my cock's little eye.

I had a mini panic to myself, I'd enjoyed the memory of my first sexual encounter far too much, just like I did back then when I was eleven years old. When I got home that first day, rather than hang around at home for my mum and dad to ask me how my first day at 'Big School' had gone, I went out with my older brother, Paul, for a walk down the river to meet his girlfriend, Alex, for the first time ever.

We'd walked the river path from our village towards the fork in the main river. The side fork that ran through Pengelly's farm had been dammed slightly to keep a little more water depth in the main river, water only fell down the spillway feeding the pool in Pengelly's river when the main river was high, that meant that the sting was taken out of the fast moving river so the current in the slightly lower branch of the river was half the speed of the main river, or even less. The river path had a bridge built over the dam so to walk on the offshoot we had to climb over the parapet of that bridge.

Alex was a year five student in our little village and primary school and they were let out earlier than us secondary school students and she was already there in the village so I knew that she would be waiting for Paul. I'd expected to find Alex just hanging around on the sandy beach, on her own, but I was wrong. There was no one on the beach at all when we got there, just two towels stretched out in the sand and two small piles of clothes at the head of the towels.

I looked in the river pool, two heads bobbing around in the water. I actually recognised both girls but not their names, I knew that one of the girls was definitely a year ten girl, she had discovered boys at least a year ahead of any of us boys discovering girls, I also knew that her friend was from year four so Paul was three years older than his new girlfriend and that I was just a year older than her, two years older than her friend.

Paul slapped me on my shoulder, "Looks like we're going in the river John!"

"I can't, I didn't bring my trunks with me!"

Paul grinned at me, "Neither did I...but, more importantly, neither did they!" he raised his eyebrows at me twice suggestively.

Paul was naked in a flash, his cock was already rock hard as he ran for the water. He swam over to Alex, they kissed and they cuddled, Paul pulled Alex into slightly shallower water as they kissed and suddenly I realised that they were having sex while standing up in the water. The other girl walked out of the pool, she was totally naked, just little bumps on her chest where her breasts would grow soon, she picked her towel up and dried her face, "I'm Vicky...Alex brought me here with her to lose my virginity, she thought that Paul would do me but I like the look of you more...do you want to do it here on the beach or in the water like them?"

I jumped at the chance to fuck her, even though I knew that she was two years younger than me, part of my eagerness was because it would mean that I would lose my virginity as well as take hers and partly because my shower with Richard Cooper and the fact that Richard was going to have me moved into a sports group that would mean we'd have more time to play in the shower together had confused me a great deal...I'd really liked what we had done together earlier, so much that I thought that I might just be gay and facing five years at an all boy school...I needed to know one way or the other, so I definitely wanted to try sex with a girl before I let Richard go any further with me!

I opened my fly and rubbed my cock...because Richard had rubbed my cock earlier but not to completion, I had been walking around for several hours with a bad case of blue balls, I knelt between Vicky's legs and was about to drop on top of her when she stopped me, "I want you to undress as well, not just do me through your fly-hole!"

So, I stripped naked and climbed on top of Vicky, we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything...Vicky was just a girl who was desperate for a boy to fuck her...any boy and I just happened to be the boy that was there at the right time.

I wasn't overly big but I did make her bleed, she gave out a little gasp as I broke through her defensive shield...it took me just a few seconds to cum and naturally, Vicky hadn't got over the pain of my entry before I had finished so she didn't get anywhere close to any kind of pleasure from me.

Vicky pushed me off of her and she ran for the pool to wash between her legs, wash the blood away as well as the little dribble of spunk that I'd deposited in her.

Alex rolled away from Paul and swam over to Vicky, "Was that okay Vicky?"

"Not really...I was a frustrated virgin three minutes ago, I'm still totally frustrated, just not a virgin anymore!"

Alex shook her head and called over to Paul, "Come here darling, show Vicky how it should be done!"

One minute...I'd been king of the heap, I'd fucked a girl and had my first ever orgasm without having to rub my cock with my own hand and the next moment, I'd been knocked off that castle by Vicky telling Alex that I was crap at it...and to make things even worse, as I washed my cock clean in the pool, I had to watch my older brother fuck her to put my mistake right.

"Are you okay daddy?"

"What darling?"

"I said...are you okay daddy, I asked you a question...like...an hour ago and you just went to sleep!"

I laughed, "An hour...you do exaggerate darling. I was just trying to remember exactly when I met your mother...I knew her in school but not well enough to know her name, when I was in top primary, she was two years below me in school..."

Sarah butted in with "Year five you mean?"

I nodded my head, "Yes, year five darling and your mother was in year three and your Aunty Alex was in year four but I didn't really know either of them until I moved up to big school and your Uncle Paul started going out with Alex when he was in year eight and she was in year five. He took me to meet Alex one day after school and your mother was there with her...that was the first time I actually spoke to either of them."

"Where did you meet them daddy?"

"We went to the pool and met them while we were swimming."

"Did you go to the pool in Kettering or the one in Wellingborough for your swim daddy?"

I could see exactly where the conversation was leading...one mouth full of food at a time, "No darling, not the council pool in town, we used to be able to swim in a little pool on the river when we were kids, we'd swim there all summer long."

Sarah finished her last mouthful of food as I was telling her about the river pool, she put her fork down on her plate and picked them both up, she also collected my dishes and took everything into the kitchen, I heard a long drawn out, "Dadddddddyyyyyy..." from the kitchen that ended when Sarah was back in the dining room with me, "...it's so warm today, can we go to the pool for a swim to cool us down please?"

"I'm sorry darling, the pool is on private property, no one is allowed to go there these days."

"Could we at least try...even if we can't go swimming...being by the river will be cooler than being here in the house on a hot day like this daddy?"

I put my swimming trunks on under my trousers and grabbed towels, bottled drinks and Sarah's swimming costume while she pulled a t-shirt dress on over her powder blue knickers. I drove to a car park close to Pengelly's farm created when the narrow country road was widened and straightened in the last ten years, then Sarah and I walked from the car park towards the river.

There were two other cars already parked in the little car park but the drivers weren't anywhere in sight. We walked past about twenty old and faded posters declaring that the land was private and forbidding trespassing, other signs warning that the water was unsafe, more signs warning of the dangers of the poisonous algae that had been reported in the river.

"Someone is desperate to stop us reaching the river Sarah darling."

"Not really daddy, if they didn't want people to come down to the river, all they needed to do was lock the gate from the road, you can't trespass if the gate isn't even locked!"

The river pool had changed a lot in the twenty-odd years since I'd last been there, the beach had been eroded away and was only half as wide as it used to be, the only thing that was still the same was the granite outcrop that had been a feature of the landscape since before the last ice age. Our river had been formed at the end of the last ice age by the action of slow moving glaciers. The ice shelf had come across the granite and been split into two directions, forming the fork in the river, the left fork through sandy land and the right fork through clay.

I checked the water for any signs of danger, any rubbish under the water as well as any signs of the poisonous algae. The water actually looked cleaner than our tap water, even the natural river bed weeds had been scoured away by last winter's heavy snow melt flooding down from the main river.

I spread out Sarah's towel for her and took her swimming costume out of our bag, she complained that it was too hot to wear a costume "...and anyway, isn't this called the skinny-dipping pool!"

I conceded to Sarah's ten year old logic and let her go into the pool in the nude. I took my shirt and trousers off and lay on my towel on the beach wearing just my trunks.

Sarah swam over to the granite outcrop and found a way out of the pool and onto a small rock shelf about three feet above the water's surface, Sarah shouted loudly, "Look at me daddy!" to get my attention.

I looked over at her as she made a perfect dive into the water, hardly a splash as she slipped through the surface of the river.

I heard voices to the west, the direction of Pengelly's farm, men were in the wood between the farmhouse and the pool, two men stepped out of the wood, just as Sarah's head popped out of the water and she called over, "Did you see that daddy?"

I nodded my head and then I looked nervously towards the two men, one looked slightly younger than me, the other looked a few years older, they were both shirtless, just wearing shorts and work boots and then I noticed that both men were carrying towels so they obviously had a similar idea to Sarah.

The younger man came straight over to me, he dropped his towel on the sand close to Sarah's towel, "Didn't you see the signs mate? This is private land, even the river belongs to Pengelly farm."

The older man stepped past the younger one, he looked me over, I saw him give the front of my trunks and the outline of my sleeping cock a good long look, "John...John Clarke...is that you?"

Well, that was certainly a shock for me, I didn't recognise the man from Adam, he looked at his friend and said, "He's okay Simon...John was on my old school's football team...I was his mentor back in the day!"

The younger man said, "Oh...okay then, but who's that in the river?"

I looked over at the river, "That's Sarah, my daughter."

I felt the disturbance in the air as the older man dropped his towel on the sand to my right, I looked over my right shoulder just as he bent down to take his shorts and boots off he asked me how I was doing these days.

"I'm good thanks...I'm sorry though...I don't remember you at all!"

He straightened up, he was now totally naked and his cock was rock hard, I realised that I knew him, not from twenty-plus years ago though, I'd seen him that very morning on the screen of my lap-top, he was the man that had been talking to Sarah on her borrowed mobile phone a few hours ago.

He gave me a disappointed look as he rubbed his hand along the length of his cock, "I'm really disappointed John, I taught you how to play football...as well as other things when you first went to Alderman Porter's Boy's School!"

I gasped, "Richard Cooper?"

"That's right John..." there was a splash at that point, I looked towards the pool, Simon had just slipped into the water, a very naked bottom all that was left of his body above the water, "...and that's my younger brother Simon swimming towards your daughter."

Sarah had been in the centre of the lake when Simon Cooper slipped into the water and as soon as she saw him swimming towards her, she turned and swam away from him, towards the granite outcrop. She didn't climb out of the water this time, but to use the shadow caused by the tall rock face to make it difficult to see what she was up to. Simon joined her in the shadow, she giggled and then there was silence for about ten seconds...roughly the length of a kiss...but, naturally I didn't see any kiss, just heard the silence and my imagination filled in the rest.

Richard touched my right hip, just above the waistband of my swimming trunks to get my attention away from Simon and Sarah, "We had a lot of fun together in nineteen ninety-eight, didn't we John, do you still play?"

I shook my head, "I did my left knee in while I was in university so I had to stop playing football."

Richard moved his fingers from my hip, sliding his hand across my stomach and giving me a very salacious grin, "I didn't mean did you still play football John...the other kind of game...the game that happened after the match was over!"

I shook my head, I felt very guilty, I looked towards Sarah and Simon again, there was a pained gasp from Sarah and a whispered, "Still too painful darling?"

I was distracted by the shadow play just out of my sight, "I messed around a little when I was at university but after I married Sarah's mother, I settled down...Vicky was more than enough for me once we were married."

I spotted Richard's right hand move in my peripheral vision as his left hand slipped from my stomach towards my swimming trunks, his little finger brushing under my trunks waistband, I looked over at his right hand, he was gripping his cock in his fist, his hand just above his balls, as soon as he saw that I was looking at his cock, he pulled his fist up to the head of it, drawing a ball of pre-cum to form a tear in his cock's eye, "Do you think that you could still take me in you John?"

I shook my head.

He laughed at me, "Come on John, that muscle is one of the few muscles in your body that never really tightens back up after it has been worked open and you had cocks much bigger than mine up you after I opened your back door for you...would you like to give it a try with me again today?"

There was a whispered, "Will you let Richard try?"

I looked back at the granite outcrop, the shadow that it cast allowed for a modicum of privacy for their actions but the natural concave curve caused by thousands of years of wind and rain erosion was acting like a parabolic reflector, causing even gentle whispers to be projected straight to my ears.

"Shall we go in for a swim John?"

I smiled and nodded my head, I went to stand up, "Take your trunks off John."

"But my daughter is right there!"

"She doesn't look particularly worried by the sight of grown men's cocks John, I'm sure that your little pecker won't bother her too much!"

I looked into the shadow again and lifted my bottom to slip my trunks down before I entered the river totally naked, with Richard snapping at my heels.

I swam over towards Sarah and Simon, Sarah was giggling and she suddenly flew through the air, Simon had thrown her up in the air and in my direction, she turned in flight so that when she crashed into me, she was facing me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as if I were carrying her.

Sarah's weight and momentum caused her body to slip down my own, if I'd been flaccid, as I usually would have been under those circumstances, there wouldn't have been a problem, but because of all the flirting that Richard had been doing with me, I was rampant, and I only just managed to stop my own cock from taking Sarah's virginity.

Richard said, "Phew...John, throw it back, quickly, it's too small a fish to keep anyway!"

That caused Sarah to giggle, she let go of my neck and wriggled around in my arms so that she was facing Simon. I gripped her under her arms and hoisted her into the air, throwing her back to Simon. There was the sound of Sarah's body slapping against Simon's chest and then the sound of a kiss followed by Simon shouting, "Here brother, catch!"

Sarah's body left the river again and she sailed through the air to my side, Richard caught her, she giggled and then she groaned, a pained sound from Sarah...because Richard was in the sunlight, I actually saw a little of what had caused Sarah's groan, she had landed directly on Richard's cock, I couldn't see for sure but it looked like Sarah had just been impaled on Richard's cock and with quite a lot of speed and force.

Richard pushed her body down, then he lifted her a little and pushed her down again before he shouted, "Here Simon, I don't want her!"

Sarah was thrown towards Simon again, I was still looking at the point where her pussy had collided with Richard's cock as he lifted her clear of the water, there was a little cloud of pink in the water around Richard's cock. Simon caught her again and this time, she giggled for a minute before she started panting little gasps and Simon whispered, "Good girl, just relax..." then a louder, "...sounds like you could do with a little rest Sarah."

Richard grabbed my wrist, "Come on John, let's go for a little swim!"

We swam east, upstream to the water spillway from the main river under the footbridge, Richard pulled me to the north bank of the river, the same side of the river that we'd left Sarah and Simon playing together in the river. Because of a slight bend in the river, the four of us were out of each other's sight.

The place that Richard had just pulled me to was about the most private spot on the whole river, the water spillway hid us from the east bank of the main river, the bridge construction hid us from anyone on the west bank of the main river, the only place we could actually be seen from was the little sandy beach which was totally empty at that moment.

Richard pushed me up against the sloping spillway wall, his right arm over my right hip, his hand on my cock rubbing me gently as he nuzzled the head of his cock against my bum hole, he whispered, "Two minutes ago...my cock was covered in Sarah's blood and..." he stabbed his hips forward, there was pain as his large cockhead parted my anal muscle but once inside, because his cock shaft was so thin, he just slipped the rest of his cock all the way in without further pain, "...and now, it's covered with your shit John mate!"

We were only around thirty feet from Sarah and Simon, as I was being fucked by Richard, I could hear the splashing water behind me and Sarah's gasps of pleasure, mixed with a little pain as well, I started to feel a little guilty but then the 'Nucleus Accumbens', in the centre of my brain took over, rationalising things for me by sending messages out telling me that Sarah had been trying to let Simon fuck her for a while, even arranging for Simon's older brother, Richard, to meet her today to open her cunt up to help his younger brother get in her body.

As my pleasure increased from being fucked and wanked by Richard, I started to distrust that soothing message so it changed slightly...I got another internal message, 'Sarah is a year older now than her mother was when she took on two brothers when she lost her virginity, and she didn't really know either of us at the time...at least Sarah had some kind of relationship with Simon and Richard before they met for their fuck.'

Richard bit the back of my neck as he filled my bottom with his cum and that pain made me release my salty spunk all over the spillway wall.

Richard laughed, "I thought that you were never going to cum...you always used to get off a lot quicker than that when you were eleven years old..." he looked over his shoulder, downstream towards where we'd left Sarah and Simon, playing in the river, "...sounds like they've finished, we can go back now!"

I felt movement in my bottom, Richard had climaxed and his cock was flaccid but the size of his cockhead was holding him deep inside my bowel as if I was clinging onto it with my inner muscles, this was definitely a different feeling to anything I'd ever felt before in my life as Richard had to tug hard to get his cock out again.

We didn't so much swim back to Simon and Sarah as just floated on our backs and allow the river's current to carry us back downstream. As we drifted, Richard thanked me for the fuck, "...and it's nice to see that you haven't forgotten any of your training John, you were always a great little fuck, you had the prettiest face of any eleven year old in your year at school and your face is still really fuckable now, you've looked after yourself really well...I'd like another chance to fuck you but in a comfortable bed next time...would you like to come to one of our football reunions John, your brother Paul could bring you, he regularly comes to our 'Alderman Porter's old boys' reunion evenings."

That made me look over at Richard in shock, "Paul isn't into..." I didn't know what the correct terminology was, was it homosexual, was it gay sex, was it bisexual. I'd seen Paul fucking girls ever since that first day at secondary school, he was never too shy to do anything sexual in front of me but I'd never seen him go close to another boy sexually, I had no idea that he was into sex with boys back then or with men now, "...I mean, I never had any idea that my brother even liked football..."

Richard laughed at my confusion and then he said, "Paul never had a pretty face like yours John, he didn't pop up on Coach Simpson's gay-dar, so he was left on the market...Mr Gildert, the music teacher picked him up on that first Tuesday and Paul was his girlfriend for the next five years...so he didn't really get the best training like you did. We could have a three-way, Paul loves a nice little cock up his bum...you could fuck him while I fuck you, you'd be 'Piggy in the middle', that would be great fun."

Richard telling me that my older brother had been in a gay relationship with my old music teacher for five years and that Richard wanted to fuck me again with another man involved, reminded me back to that first week at secondary school, on Tuesday morning, I was in my form room, that was the room where a teacher would call the register to see who was in school, he had fifteen minutes to give us general messages for the day before we went off to morning assembly.

Our form master didn't really know us, he only met us once before, he called the register on Monday morning and then told us all about the sports event that would take place following morning assembly and he had called the register that day as well but before he got to important messages for the day, the door opened and Coach Simpson came into the room, he walked over to my form master and I heard him say, "I need a word with John Clarke if I may please Gordon?"

The teacher looked around the room, I saw his eyes flash over my face in passing as he scanned all thirty of us, then his eyes returned to my face, he smiled and then he called out, "John Clarke, Mr Simpson would like a word with you...outside in the corridor please!"

As I stood up, he smiled to himself because he had picked my face out of the thirty boys in my class, he knew the type of boy that Coach Simpson would select from the one hundred and twenty new boys available to choose from.

I was given a 'Lunch Pass' that would allow me to go straight into the refectory to have my school lunch without having to wait in the line to get in. I was also given a locker key to one of the football team's lockers inside the changing room to keep my football kit in. Coach Simpson was still talking to me outside my form room door as the rest of my class filed out to go into assembly, I was sent off to follow the last boy out of my class into the main hall.

When lunch time came, I walked proudly past half the school forming a massive queue to get into the dining room, I flashed my pass at the supervisor and was allowed in ahead of the queue. Richard and four other players were already in the dining room at a long table, I was called over and told to sit next to Richard, he introduced me to his team mates as John Clarke but several of them feminised my name to 'Joan' as a way of riling me up a little.

After lunch, we all went to the changing room, Richard made me change on the peg next to his and the others all watched us both as we stripped off to put our football kit on, Richard had an erection standing out in front of his belly when he was finally naked, I wasn't so self assured, my cock was hiding from the world behind the few straggles of hair that were starting to form on my pubic mound.

One of the year nine boys laughed at the size of my cock, "At least Joan doesn't have anything to get in Richard's way when he fucks her later!"

The other boys all got changed while still laughing at me trying to hide my cock from sight under my football shorts.

Richard told me to put trainers on, "...we won't need boots today John, I'm going to take you out on a long run to build your fitness up!"

We got ninety minutes for lunch, We'd used fifteen minutes on lunch and getting changed, Richard put forty minutes on his stopwatch and started it running as we ran out of school, if I could run at pace for forty minutes, in theory, I'd be able to play a whole half of a football match without being winded.

We were just returning towards school when Richard's stopwatch beeped to tell him that our time was over, he stopped just short of the school fence behind an old oak tree, he pushed my back against the tree, kissed me on the lips for a few minutes before he pulled my shorts down, he crouched in front of me and started to suck my cock. As he sucked me, he spat on the tip of his right index finger and then he said, "Lift your left foot up onto this root John!"

The root was about nine inches higher than the ground that my left foot was on, standing like that, allowed him easy access between my legs, he started massing his spit covered finger over my anal muscle and as he brought me off with his mouth, my muscles all started to clench and relax over and over again and while that was going on, the tip of his finger slipped up into my bottom.

He checked his watch, "We still have a few minutes left John, you suck my cock now!"

Richard didn't push me to do it, he didn't even pull his own shorts down, he just stood there in front of me, looking round the side of the oak tree towards school.

It took me a few seconds to talk myself into doing it but I pulled the front of his shorts down and squatted down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth and tried to copy on him, what he had just been doing to me moments earlier.

Richard started to stroke the back of my head with his left hand, he started to move, standing on the tips of his toes and going down again, I got a salty blast and thought that he had climaxed in my mouth but he hadn't, it was just a warning shot of pre-cum to tell me that he was close. He pulled my face harder against his belly, causing me to gag and choke, "Time to go John, thanks for that lovely blow-job.

We walked along the side of the school fence as the other football players left the playing field, we still had another two minutes before we'd even be inside the fence and the sports field was totally empty. Everyone was dressed and ready to leave the changing room before Richard and I got there. Even though we were short of time, Richard still insisted on pulling me through the shower tunnel, he used the bar of soap again to lather my body, he put lots of lather between my legs and then he pushed me up against the shower room's wall, "Keep your legs tight together John, I just want to use your inner thighs to get myself off!"

He pushed his cock between my thighs and started fucking the gap, when I looked down, I saw the head of his cock rubbing over my balls when his abdomen slapped against my buttocks. He pulled my head around so that he could kiss me on the lips again as he built up his pleasure..."You really are the prettiest boy in your year you know John!"

Richard started to groan, he pulled back and then pressed the head of his cock against my anal muscle and let his spunk spurt up into my bum but without trying to push his cock into me.

He was still kissing me when Coach Simpson's voice called out from the other end of the shower room, "Mr Cooper, it looks like you and Mr Clarke are both going to need a letter to excuse your getting to class late from lunch!"

I pulled my lips away from Richards and looked in Coach Simpson's direction, Richard was still behind me, his cock still spurting into my bottom as he looked in that direction as well, "Thanks coach, we won't be long now, honestly!"

I was pulled through the tunnel of water to wash the soap off of my body and at the end of the shower room, I was told to go and sit on the toilet for a few minutes. While I was using the toilet to empty Richard's cum from my bum, I heard Richard and Coach Simpson talking about me, Richard was asked if he was sure that I would be fit enough for the friendly football match against Bedford Grammar School on Saturday.

"I'm sure sir, he was almost ready just then, I only held myself back because I still have three more days to improve his training...he's really willing to please sir and has a lot of stamina!"

Wednesday lunch time was similar to Tuesday's...Richard and I went out on the same run as Tuesday but we were at the back of the old oak tree in just thirty five minutes, rather than forty minutes. Richard sucked my cock again but this time he got one finger up me right from the outset and a second finger in as I climaxed into his mouth, he just continued squatting in front of me after I climaxed and kept working both fingers up my bum for another five minutes, until it was time to go back to school, so I didn't have to suck his cock this time.

When we got into the changing room, there was one boy left in his football kit, he was a year eight boy called Brian Lovall, he seemed to just be waiting for me and Richard to get there, as we walked into the changing room, he jumped to his feet and started to undress.

Richard and I undressed too and when we were all naked, the three of us walked down to the shower room, Richard had his right arm over my left shoulder as we walked along but he was talking to Brian as we walked. It soon became obvious that Brian had been last year's special project or rather, he was last year's 'me' and Richard had 'Trained' him to play football, the way that he was training me this year.

We all walked through the line of shower sprays and at the end, Richard put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down to Brian's cock, "Suck him for me John!"

I was bent over at my waist and was sucking Brian's cock as Richard started to rub soap over my bum-hole. "Just relax John, try to breathe normally."

Brian took a firm hold of my head with both hands and Richard stuck his cock up my bum, using the slippery soap as a lubricant. I wanted to scream in pain but I couldn't because my mouth was full of Brian's cock, I felt my anal muscle clamp down on the head of Richard's cock, causing him to start his climax almost in an instant but that didn't stop him fucking me and as he fucked me Brian kept telling me over and over again to relax.

Richard had finished his climax and his cock had fallen flaccid but my anal muscles were still in spasm as if my body was trying to hold him in my bum as long as possible...Richard stayed connected until Brian exploded in my mouth. I heard Coach Simpson say, "Here...Mr Cooper, you might need this!"

Richard walked to the shower's entrance and then back carrying what looked like a sauce bottle, a soft plastic bottle with a long, hard pointy nozzle, type of spout screwed on top of it.

Richard told Brian to turn around and bend over, I was encouraged to get in behind Brian and push my cock up his bum, it actually felt to my cock, just like it had felt on Monday after school, when I took Vicky's virginity...apart from the fact that I couldn't kiss Brian as I fucked his bum, there really was no difference between fucking a boy up his bum and fucking a girl in her cunt.

I climaxed up Brian's bum and then Richard made us both bend over as he pumped warm water up both of our bottoms from the bottle that Coach Simpson had given to him. Richard said, "Try and hold the liquid in there until you reach the toilet boys!"

On Thursday lunch's training session, we were all on the football pitch together, this time I was practicing kicking the ball, taking passes from other players and passing back, what they called in the game, a 'one-two' manoeuvre, taking a pass and rapidly returning it back to the first player, it was a way of getting a ball safely past a defensive player standing in your way...

There was a belly laugh from my left that was way out of place, in my head I was just taking a pass from Brian that needed to be passed on to Richard but the laughter came from out of thin air, "I see that you're all excited again John...were you thinking about taking my cock up your bum again while you fuck your older brother?"

I looked down at my cock, it was standing up above my body like a mast on a very small sailing ship, I was back on the river, floating down stream on my back.

I looked past my cock, Sarah was being held in Simon's arms, her head was on his shoulder and she was kissing his neck as they stood in the deep water close to the granite outcrop.

"No, I was remembering my...erm...football training, back in my first week at Alderman Porter's Boy's School!"

We were just two feet from Sarah and Simon when Simon said, "Here John, catch...me and Richard have got to get back to work!"

Sarah was thrown in my direction again, as she flew through the air, she turned to face me, I caught her with my hands on her ribs, her arms were around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist again, just like the first time that Simon threw her to me.

I tried to hold her up above my danger zone but her ribs were very slippery and she was wriggling around in my arms so she ended up sliding down until the head of my cock was just opening her labia. I tried to push her body up a little and repositioned my hand before she slipped back down again, my hands were under her bottom but she wriggled again and instead of holding her cunt away from my cock, her wriggling just caused my hand to pull her body open a little and she slipped a lot further down my body, my cock was at least an inch inside her cunt.

She gave a little purrrrr, "That feels nice daddy...Carry me to my towel please!"

I walked across the pool carrying Sarah, every footstep I took made her bounce a little on my cock so I was actually fucking her gently as I took each step...as soon as the water was shallow enough for me to actually see her bottom sitting in my hands, I lifted her off of my cock and stood her on the river bottom, "Carry me all the way to my towel please daddy!"

I picked her up again but this time, I'd repositioned her so that her crotch was pressing against my hip, rather than over my cock and I carried her all the rest of the way to her towel like that, her mouth was against my ear and she whispered, "You cheater daddy!"

We both lay on our towels drying in the afternoon sunshine, we lay in silence facing each other for a long time until Sarah whispered, "Daddy, Simon said that he thinks that you used to be Richard's girlfriend at school, he called you Joan, instead of John!"

"That's silly darling, how could I be anyone's girlfriend...I'm a boy!"

I closed my eyes and returned to my first week at Alderman Porter's Boy's School.

Friday lunchtime's training was shooting at goal and making high passes across the front of the goal so that another player could try to head the ball into the net past the goalkeeper. After training, we all went into the changing room together, not only that, we all went through the shower together, this time, there was no soap lubricant but Brian Loveall came up behind me, I was bent over and Richard fed his cock into my mouth while Brian used my bottom as a cum dump, I was still sucking Richard's cock when another of the players put his cock up my bum.

Richard suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Phew John, that was close but I don't want to cum in your pretty mouth, I want to cum up your bum...like Brian and Ray did."

I was turned to face away from Richard and was offered another cock to suck while Richard bummed me...my third different cock up my bum in just a few minutes and the second cock in my mouth, this time, that boy allowed me to finish him off in my mouth while Richard took his time up my bum.

My whole first week at secondary school had been one long confusing sexual party but Friday evening was even more confusing, Paul insisted that I went with him to the youth club disco, even though I never danced and never went to the youth club disco...or any other disco for that matter. It took Paul an age to make me go with him and when we got there, I found Alex was waiting for Paul just inside the front door and right behind Alex was Vicky, waiting for me.

Paul and Alex were snogging up a storm just inside the entrance to the disco and Vicky grabbed my arm and pulled me across the dance floor. I told her that I didn't dance...didn't want to dance but her reply was simple, "Well, I want to dance with you, if you don't want to dance, just stand there and let me dance around you like a pole!"

The youth club disco started at seven o'clock on Friday evening and ran for two hours, until nine o'clock, Vicky used me as a dancing focal point for fifteen minutes until a tune came on that I actually liked and I started to sway from side to side in time with it, by seven forty-five, I was dancing with Vicky properly and then she asked me to go out for a walk with her. We walked around the park to the first bench and she stopped me, we kissed and she opened my fly, pulling my cock out of my trousers.

"Sit down John!"

I sat on the bench and she unbuttoned the waistband of my trousers peeling the sides open, then she lifted the front of her dress and dropped it over my stomach to hide my body from potential passers-by, then she knelt straddling my hips and sat down on my cock. Vicky had gone to the disco wearing only a dress and shoes and nothing else. Vicky rocked slowly backwards and forwards on my cock, the pleasure was mind-blowing but she was moving far too slowly to get me off. She fucked me like that for five minutes and had a little orgasm, her lubricating juice soaking my lower body.

Vicky rested from her climax, her mouth against my neck, when she got her breath back, she whispered, "It's your turn now John!"

She started to raise her body up by clenching her inner thigh muscles, she only lifted an inch before falling back down again but because she was able to 'twitch' her inner thigh muscles quite quickly, she soon got me off and as I shot up into her body, she had her second orgasm synchronising with mine.

After a good long rest with my cock still nested in her little hole Vicky said, "Right, we have fifteen minutes left to dance and I expect you to kiss me in front of all my friends...and...and when my mother comes to collect me, I want you to hold my hand as we go out to her and I want you to give me at least a ten second kiss before my mother walks me home!"

"Your mother will fucking kill me!"

"She won't...I'm going to tell her that you're my boyfriend and I want her to see that I'm mature enough to have an older boyfriend...she'll probably be relieved that you're only two years older than me and not twelve years older, like my dad was with her when he knocked her up and my grandparents made him marry her while I was swimming about in her belly when she was only thirteen years old."

The rest of the evening went as Vicky had planned, We danced together and I kissed her openly in front of all of her friends, she told them all that I was her boyfriend and I agreed with her. At the end of the dance, I walked into the lion's den holding Vicky's hand, walked right up to her mother, she snarled and I felt her teeth closing in on my throat as Vicky took the sting out of her mother by saying, "Mum, this is my boyfriend...John Clarke!"

I offered her mother my right hand, "I'm pleased to meet you Mrs Porter."

She was totally wrong footed, she gave my hand a weak shake and mumbled, "I'm pleased to meet you John...we really must go now Vicky!"

Vicky turned to face me, she puckered her lips and we kissed, I counted to ten slowly and then tried to pull away but Vicky had counted slower and held me in place for another three seconds.

I just stood there in shock that I'd gotten out of that situation without being mauled to death by Vicky's mum. They walked off mumbling together in private conversation and at the end of the driveway, Vicky turned back to face me, "John...my mum said that you can come for lunch on Sunday if you like...one thirty would be good!"

Well, that news put a smile on my face, I followed them to the end of the drive, there was only one parent left waiting, I assumed that it was Alex's mum, mainly because Alex was the only girl still to leave the youth club building. The woman marched into the building and a minute later came back out, dragging Alex behind her...as Alex stumbled along behind her mother, she was fastening the front of her dress, obviously, Paul and Alex had left their playtime a little later than was safe.

As Alex was dragged past me, her mother was saying, "That boy is much too old for you...you must never see him again!"

I thought, 'Obviously Paul's first meeting with Alex's mother didn't go as well as my meeting with Vicky' mum!'

I was having a lie-in on Saturday morning...a potential football match had been mentioned for Saturday and there was a hint that I'd be sitting on the sub's bench but then nothing firm had been mentioned...World War Three broke out in my street, at least three loud explosions had been set off to wake me up, could have been howitzer fire or a tank's gun, I had no idea but it woke me up and I looked out into the street. The cloud of blue-grey cordite smoke started to clear and a ratty old van resolved out of the mist. The van's engine was running, it sounded like a cement mixer churning a hundredweight of scrap iron and there was a continuous puther of blue smoke streaming from the van's exhaust pipe.

I saw the front passenger door open and Brian Lovall jumped out...he must have been mad, he had neither helmet, nor body armour on and there wasn't a stick of cover but he still ran across the battle field to my front door. I was putting my football kit on as he knocked on the front door...my father was reluctant to open the door and expose himself to enemy fire, he shouted out through the letter box, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"I'm Brian Lovall Mr Clarke, my dad is giving us a lift to Bedford Grammar School for the football match...is John ready sir?"

At that moment, I shouted out, "I'm almost ready Brian!" as I dropped my football boots, clothes and towel into my sports bag and ran for the stairs.

When I got to the front door, my father was still standing there, using the door as a shield, his hand resting on the latch to open the door, let me through it and slam it closed as quickly as he could behind me. Brian and I ran down the drive, Brian opened the sliding side door of the van and pushed me inside. I spotted the mattress covering the floor of the van, then I spotted Richard lounging on the mattress in the back off-side corner of the van. Brian slammed the door behind me and then he jumped into the front passenger seat, I looked at the driver as I knelt on the mattress, the driver didn't look a day over eighteen years old, he was never Brian's father...the driver's face looked familiar, I'd seen his photograph in the school's trophy cabinet, his name was Alan Grant, had been the captain of the school's nineteen ninety-six first eleven football team, our school's one and only championship winning team.

Before the wheels of the van had made one full revolution, Richard was undressing me, I was totally naked by the end of my street, it was a good thing that the there were no side windows of the van and that the windows in the rear door had been covered over with metal grills to prevent break-ins. Richard was naked by the time the van could turn out of my road, out onto the main road.

I was sucking Richards cock by the time we left my village and one hundred yards away from the last house of my village, there were three loud explosion again as the van slowed down, pulling off the main road onto a spot behind a farmer's barn.

Brian slipped between the front passenger seat and the driver's seat and joined me and Richard in the back of the van, Brian was stripping himself off as the driver was parking up properly and turning the engine off. As Brian had already fucked my bum once during the week, I expected him to come up behind me and take me again but I was wrong, he was on his hands and knees on the mattress, facing me and Richard as the driver slipped through into the back of the van.

Richard turned me to face Brian and I watched as Alan slipped his cock up Brian's bum as Richard did the same to me, I was pushed forwards, closer to Brian, Richard steered me into a position that Brian and I could kiss each other. Alan wasn't really fucking Brian properly, he was just taking a little pleasure out of Brian's bum while Richard fucked me hard and fast.

As soon as Richard finished up my bum, he pulled out and moved to one side, Alan jumped away from Brian and shuffled around on his knees until he was in the space that Richard had just vacated...Alan's cock was a little fatter than Richard's, but, unlike Richard's cock, Alan's cock was fat all the way along its length.

Alan was fucking me and he pulled me upright, Brian shuffled in closer to me and his head dipped down to my cock. It took Alan longer to cum in me because of our positions but he didn't let that stop him, he banged away until he climaxed. I watched Richard using a baby-wipe to clean his cock, Alan did the same and then the two wipes were added together, they were folded up to form a plug and then Richard pushed that plug up my bum.

Alan drove his van straight to Bedford Grammar School after our fuck break and when we finally reached the school, we had just ten minutes before kickoff, this time, the van gave a twenty-one gun salute when it stopped and the cloud of grey-blue smoke hanging in the air threatened to hold up the game due to poor visibility.

I sat on the bench with Coach Simpson and he was talking me through their tactics as play progressed, our team were playing a classic three-four-three formation, three forwards attacking Bedford's goal, four midfield players to cover the centre of the pitch and three in defence to protect our goal.

By half time, Bedford were one goal up on us, there was a tactical talk over the half time break, Brian was playing on the left wing in the midfield line and at thirty minutes into the second half, I would substitute for him, Richard had discovered that I had an amazing turn of speed over thirty to fifty yards, I could beat all of the rest of our team over that short distance...but the brilliant part of the plan was, when I took to the field, our team would switch to a very unconventional, five-two-three formation and we'd swamp their goal mouth with our players before they realised the switch in our tactics and reformulated their own game plan.

Everything went to plan, the ball was deliberately kicked out of play by Brian and while the ball was collected by a Bedford player to take the throw-in to restart the game, I was slipped onto the field in place of Brian Lovall. My substituting a player that was two years older than me caused a few smiles from the Bedford players, they thought that Coach Simpson had lost his marbles.

Until...that is!

I reported to the referee, he noted my name and my shirt number and age, then he checked that I was eligible to replace Brian, he nodded his head and I plodded into my place, I was on the centre line, on the left wing, the referee blew his whistle, the Bedford player held the ball behind his head in both hands, he looked at me, then across the field, the whistle was blown for play to start and I was off and running, as the ball was thrown in, I intercepted it, heading it up-field. I ran onto the ball and caught it on the half-volley, I belted the ball over to the right wing and at that very moment, Richard was at the right spot, he caught the ball on the full and volleyed it right past the Bedford goalkeeper, bringing both teams level on one goal each.

Bedford took the kickoff to restart the game after conceding a goal but they weren't ready to face five attacking players, the ball was passed to me and once again, I used my turn of speed to take the ball to Bedford's penalty box where I passed it back to Richard who was being closely marked by Bedford's left back, Richard did a kick turn...placing him firmly on-side so that he could legally take my pass and boot it into their net.

The final score was two one to us and I got credited with two assists in my first ever match for my new school.

We went to the changing rooms, Bedford Grammar School certainly had posh changing facilities, there was only one changing room but the showers had individual curtained off areas for each shower head.

For the first time in a week, I took a shower on my own. By the time I walked out of the shower, my half of the changing room was empty, the only member of our school left was Coach Simpson. I changed quickly and ran out into the car park, the ratty old van was already out on the road and heading back towards Kettering.

Coach Simpson put his hand on my shoulder, "Is that your lift Mr Clarke?"

I nodded my head, "Yes sir."

"Never mind...I'm going your way, I can drop you off at home later...give me a hand with the kit bags and balls."

We filled the boot of his car with our kit and then drove towards home. We diverted into Sharnbrook, he smiled over at me, "My wife likes to get started on washing our team's football kit as soon as she can so that the grass stains and mud don't get a chance to dry in.

We stopped outside a large four bedroom house, I carried one large kit bag full of football shirts, he took the bag with shorts and socks in it. We entered the house through the garage and into the kitchen, Coach's wife had her back to me, she was wearing a short floral dress, her long golden hair reaching halfway down her back.

"Hi Gordon Darling...John Clarke is giving me a hand with the kit today!"

Coach calling his wife Gordon caused me to snap my head in his direction, he had a massive grin on his face, I heard his wife turn and then looked back at her...him...shit I was confused, Coach Simpson's wife was actually my form teacher wearing women's clothes, full makeup job on his face and a long blond wig...s/he took the bag out of my hand and Coach put his hand on my shoulder, "Come with me John, the bedroom's are this way, my wife will join us up there as soon as she's got the first wash on the go!"

On the outside of the bedroom door there was a sign with a picture of Coach Simpson on it saying, 'I'm only Ray in here!'...so, Now I knew my football coach's first name. We were both naked when my form teacher turned up, the floral dress was gone and now I could see that Gordon had been wearing stockings and suspender belt, sexy little knickers and a bra...his breasts were only a 'B' cup but they were real breasts. S/he joined Ray and me on the bed and I was told to take her knickers off. Gordon had a very small cock and almost nonexistent balls hanging below.

Ray compared my genitals with Gordon's, my cock looked just like his but my balls were a little bigger, Ray gave both of us a little suck to compare them both with his mouth, then Ray rubbed his fingertips over my chest, "I can feel your tits starting to grow under here John!!"

I gave him my best confused look, "Gordon grew up on a poultry farm, just like you...your body has been absorbing oestrogen enriched chicken food for over ten years and that has had the effect of shrinking tour cock and balls and giving you breasts like a girl."

Gordon was on her back and I was face down on top of her, kissing her and playing with her tits as Ray climbed between our legs and started fucking us both in turn, one minute up my bum and the next minute up Gordon's.

In my confused state I heard a disembodied laugh and a little girl's voice, "Your willy's very funny daddy, it's wagging like a dog's tail!"

I opened my eyes, Sarah was bent over looking closely at my cock as remembering my first time in bed with my football coach and his wife was causing my cock to grow, fighting gravity before being pulled back down again.

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