The Lad Next door

The house next door had been empty for some time, then two weeks ago I saw a removal van and a young chap, about 25, moved in. I had not seen much of him about the place: I figured we were both out at work all day and both had things to do in the evenings. I did notice that on his washing line there always seemed to be lots of pairs of football socks: red England away socks, blue Chelsea socks and black Newcastle socks. And shorts as well: Puma, Umbro, Adidas. Also, cycle shorts to wear under these shorts. There seemed to be so many different colours and strips that it would mean he played for at least five different football clubs! One day we got on the bus at the same time and we sat on the seats that face each other. He had his head buried in the "Exchange and Mart". As he sat on the seat his the trousers of his suit rode up a little revealing his socks. They were bright red football socks! I was wearing my Umbro cycle pants under my suit and wondered if he was wearing his full red football kit under his suit: red football socks, white cycle pants and red nylon Puma football shorts. My cock was rock hard in my football shorts and when I got home that night I noticed the telltale sign of white stains where my pre-cum had leaked out in the morning. When I got home the next night and checked my mail I noticed a letter had been wrongly delivered to me. It belonged to my football-kit-mad neighbour. "Right," I thought "I will take it round; but not before I get changed". I took off my work suit and shirt. I was wearing my blue SafeTGard jock all day, so I took that off as well and had a nice hot shower. I pulled on my red England away footie socks; but left then pulled down as I did not want to shock my new neighbour too much. Next, I put on my black Umbro cycle pants (no underwear or jock!) and grey Umbro England away football shorts. I just wore a white tee-shirt on top as I did not want him to think I was a football kit crank (which I am!) I knocked at his door feeling very sexy in my football gear. When he opened the door I had to stop myself from gasping. He was wearing full England kit! Long white Umbro socks (pulled right up) and Nike Total 90s trainers. White cycle pants. White England shorts and shirt. I threw an immediate boner in my football shorts. He seemed a little embarrassed. I broke the ice: "I live next door. My name's Paul. This letter was wrongly delivered to me so I thought I would knock and say hello" "Oh, right, err. . . I'm Mark" he seemed lost for words and a little embarrassed at wearing football kit. "Come in, I was just, um, well . . ." "Yes, I like to slip on my football kit and relax too after a hard day at work," I said, putting words into his mouth. "Football kit, yes that's it! Yes, football kit very relaxing" This boy seemed a bundle of nerves. I followed him into his lounge. "Have a beer?" "Great" I smiled and seemed to relax more. While he was getting the beer I pulled up my football sock to match his. I was just pulling down the legs of my black Umbro cycle pants when he returned from the kitchen with the beers. His eyes glanced down and I pinged the leg band of the cycle pants. "I like your kit, I think you have good taste wearing the long shorts underneath," he said as he handed me a beer. "I like to wear compression shorts under my footie shorts. Much better than a jock, although I do sometimes wear a jock as well, but these training shorts, as some people call them, are much more comfortable. It's surprising how many people wear them". "Not enough, in my option" I replied. "The number of player wearing them has gone down, unfortunately. I still like them and have quite a few pairs. What about you?" I was dying to find out how many pairs of cycle pants he had. "Well, I have these white "England" ones, a navy blue pair and a black pair - both Umbro like yours and a red Adidas pair". He reached down to his shorts and pulled the legs down so they were nice and smooth on his hairless legs. "I like cycling too so I have a pair of cycling shorts with a soft leather insert. That's why I shave my legs." "What else does he shave," I thought to myself. At that moment he put his hand up his football shirt to scratch and I caught a glimpse of his chest. Not one single hair! He was clean-shaven. His football shorts were quite low on his hips so the white cycle pants underneath poked over the top, just the way I like it. I had such a hard-on in my football shorts. Even with the cycle pants on underneath, there was a bulge in my shorts. My cock kicked hard and I started to wish I had put on my jock as well. He looked down at the bump in my football shorts. I just let my cock kick hard against the material. "Looks like you feel the same way as me about football gear," he said and smiled. He walked over to me and I ran my hand over his white England socks. They gripped his legs beautifully. I moved up his hairless legs to his tight white cycle pants. They felt so smooth and silky. Then on to his shiny football shorts. I pulled them down and saw for the first time his hard cock pulsing in its lycra prison. I rested my hand on it and it kicked hard. I stood up and then he went down to my Black and Nike Shox trainers. He lovingly caressed them and felt my football socks. He kissed the socks and licked them. His tongue licked its way up my legs to my cycle pants. He kissed the pants and then pulled down my shorts. He started to suck my stiff cock through the lycra. My cock pulsed and kicked hard under his tender touch. We moved and lay on the floor so I could suck him through his shorts. I ran my hands over his white trainers and then up over his football socks. This was heaven. Ever since I played with the under 14's team I had a fetish for football socks. Then I became interested in football shorts and what the boys had in their shorts. Then when players started wearing cycle pants under their shorts I really got serious about my football kit fetish. At last, he pulled down my shorts and took my cock into his mouth. I did the same and as I pulled down the shorts I noticed he was completely shaved - not one single hair around his cock and balls. That really got me horny and I fucked his face for all I was worth. I forced my cock right down his throat until I could hear him gagging as he tried to receive my engorged cock. I took all of him into my throat, desperate to give him the full satisfaction he deserved. Then it happened: his breathing quickened, his cock kicked and he pumped his load right into the back of my throat. I grabbed at his football socks and with one last hard thrust I spunked up in his mouth. And there we lay, on the floor, exhausted and fully satisfied.