Ricky's Story Part 6
Saturday morning, I woke to my alarm. Naked with a nice morning hard-on, I was tempted to jerk off but decided not to. I wandered into the bathroom for a wake-up shower, my hard dick swinging in front of me.
After enjoying the shower, I walked back across my bedroom, curtains open, to get dressed. I stopped to check my phone for messages. The only one I had was from Ron thanking me for taking care of him last night. I smiled and pulled on a tee shirt. Bending over in front of the window, I pulled on a pair of skimpy briefs and then reached for my tight jeans.
Slipping on a pair of shoes, I headed downstairs for a quick breakfast and off to school for our soccer team photos.
Walking into the locker room, there were already a few of the guys there, laughing and getting into their uniforms. Each locker had a player's name written on a piece of masking tape attached to the door. I found mine and opened it to see my new uniform. Pale blue shirt with a large yellow number six, the same blue shorts with a yellow stripe up the side of the leg, and knee socks, also in pale blue with two yellow stripes around the top.
I quickly pulled off my shirt and jeans, pulling on the new uniform. I had a problem with the shorts, they were way too big. If I didn't hold them they fell right down. Holding onto them, I headed for the coach's office.
"Coach," I said walking into his office, "My shorts are way too big."
Smiling at me, he said, "Turn around, let me see. Take your hand off."
When I did, the shorts fell to the floor. Coach gave a small laugh and staring at me, said, "Well, I guess we need to get you another pair."
Looking back over my shoulder, seeing him staring at my rear in my skimpy underwear, I just smiled and said, "Thanks." I bent over to pull up my shorts, pausing to look back at him again.
Coach walked around his desk and said, "No. Just give them to me and I'll get you a new pair." I stepped out of the shorts and bent over to pick them up, coach standing behind me. I handed him the shorts and he walked over to the storeroom to get another pair.
Standing in the middle of his office, dressed in my knee-high socks, team shirt, and skimpy bikini underwear, I heard a voice say, "I love your new uniform."
I turned and saw the goalie, Zach, standing in the doorway smiling at me. Blushing, I said to him, "Yeah. I like to travel light." And gave him a big smile as coach Ramirez came back in and handed me a new pair of shorts. Both of them watched me bend over and put the new shorts on. I did pause when bent over keeping my balance while I stepped into them.
These shorts fit and I thanked the coach and walked out of the office, squeezing past Zach in the doorway.
We spent a couple of hours with a photographer taking photos, group shots, individual shots and some staged action shots. When done, we decided to walk into town dressed in uniforms as a group. After taking a quick walk around the neighborhood, we broke up and I headed for home.
I walked up to the side door of Mr. Clark's house, nervous and excited. Biting my lower lip, I knocked on the door. After a moment, he opened the door and stood looking me over.
"Well hello Ricky," he said, looking me up and down, "I'm glad you wore your uniform. I like it." He stepped aside and I walked in, brushing against him.
"Thanks, Mr. Clark, er ah Jim," I said, smiling at him. "We did a tour around the neighborhood as a team showing off our colors."
Putting his hand on the small of my back, he ushered me into the living room. He was dressed as usual in a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. He had a computer set up on a desk off to the side and guided me over to it.
"Before sitting down," he said, "How about if I take a few pictures of you in your uniform?"
"Okay, Jim," I replied, "You're the boss."
He pulled out a camera and had me pose in different positions while he walked around snapping photos. Finally, he put the camera down and told me to sit at the computer.
He leaned over to show me some sites to use, his hand on my back, his crotch rubbing against my shoulder. I was nervous and had trouble concentrating on what he was showing me. Finally, he stepped back. "Try to find me a restaurant on Oak Street in Fresno and I'll get us something to drink," he said as he walked to the kitchen.
I settled down a bit and using the site he showed me, wrote down the names of a few eateries. He walked back into the room with a couple of glasses and sat on the sofa. "Show me what you found," he commanded me and I walked over to him. Taking my paper, he scanned it and said, "Very good, this is what we need."
Patting the sofa beside him, he said, "Sit and drink. Iced tea is all I have, hope that is okay."
I sat beside him and smiling at him, said, "Yes, this is fine," and took a sip of my tea. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the bulge in his sweatpants.
He turned slightly toward me, spreading his legs a bit and giving me a better view of his cock bulge.
Reaching up and rubbing the back of my neck, he looked me in the eye and smiled. "I warned you I can bed very demanding, Ricky," he said, massaging my shoulders. "I want you to stand up and take off your shirt."
I stood and pulled my shirt off and tossed it over to a chair. Looking me up and down with a smile, he said, "Very nice. Now the shorts."
Blushing, I looked at him, nervous and my eyes looked down at his bulge which seemed to be getting bigger. Slowly, I pushed my shorts down until they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up.
Giving a whistle and smiling, he said, "Wow, very nice." He reached over and picked up his camera. Standing in my knee socks and skimpy underwear, he had me pose for a few photos. Then he put the camera down and said, "Come over here."
