It had been a good season and it all came down to these last four minutes of the soccer match. Glen Deaning's High School soccer team, the Wolverines, were minutes away from scoring the biggest victory of the year. If they could triumph and beat the Hurricanes they would be able to go to the National Championship in Miami, Florida. Each young man wanted this and was working hard to achieve it. Glen was playing his usual position as goalie.

Glen crouched low in the net, trying to block as much of it as he could with his well-defined body. The blue nylon material of his Umbros stretched to the limit against his colossal backside. As he did, Glen thought how great it would be to go to national competition. But, at the present he had one more thing on his mind: he hoped that his soccer shorts would hold out and not rip until the match was over.

You see at 18, Glen was a very handsome young man bearing a remarkable resemblance to a teenage Dean Cain with his dark hair and sexy eyes. But, the one big difference between Glen and Dean Cain was Glen's massive butt. Glen had always had trouble when it came to being fitted for pants. If they fit in the waist, they were tight in the ass. If they fit in the ass, they were loose in the waist. It was a vicious cycle.

At the first soccer practice of the season, Glen had split his shorts right down the back. He was slightly embarrassed. But, it wasn't too bad. When his shorts split his bare jock-strapped backside was displayed to all of his teammates. But hell, they had all seen his bare ass before in the locker room. And, he had seen theirs. So, while it was somewhat embarrassing to be the only one on display, it wasn't as bad as if the stands had been filled with fans. In fact, when his Umbros split, Coach Adam's just slapped him on his exposed backside and told him to hit the showers. He was excused.

Ever since that day, Glen had had his soccer shorts specially made to ensure extra room in the seat. And, he never ever put them in the dryer, just to make sure there was no shrinkage. Well, last night after washing them, he accidentally put them in the dryer. He was furious with himself, yet had no choice but to wear them today.

As he stood in the goalie box, he could feel the nylon pulled taut against his voluminous 18-year old ass, caressing his jockstrap-encased buns. Mentally, he envisioned the shorts giving way. It was as if he could actually feel the threads coming loose. But, that was silly. The game was almost over and he had to do was concentrate on the match. Everything would be fine.

Glen watched as the blue & white uniforms of his team intermingled with the red & white of their opponents. The score was tied. But, Glen had vowed that no one would score another goal on him today. He intended to keep that vow.

The next thing Glen saw was a soccer ball flying through the air. He jumped up and dove at it, his excessive butt jiggling in his tight Umbros. He stopped the ball in mid-air, preventing the Hurricanes from scoring. However, as the teen jumped up there was the audible sound of material ripping and Glen felt an unmistakable cool breeze