Date: Sun, 07 Dec 2003 13:51:50 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: colin 1

Here is part 7 of the Mr. A and his Boys series. It's thankfully shorter
than the last one, but I'm not sure how you'll like it. ;) Sorry that it
has again taken so long, but I don't have a lot of time to write. (I should
be grading tests right now!) The Winter Break is coming up soon, and I hope
to get several chapters written, so I can submit them more than once a
week. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to
real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old
enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It
never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex
between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life,
however, are played by people aged 18 and over (and you should be 18 if
you're reading this!). If you are not interested in reading about this (or
other male-on-male sex), please leave now. This story is mine; don't steal
it or post elsewhere without my permission.  (That means it's copyrighted
by me, in case you were confused.)

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At home, I found myself entirely distracted by thoughts of what had
happened at school with Colin. I was amazed that I had managed to resist
the urge to kiss him. I thought back to what that voice in my head had said
before: "Either stop it or go with it." I wasn't sure what to do. I knew
what I wanted to do, but I also knew the consequences of getting
caught. The only decision that I came to was that I could not make the
first move. As with Paden, I would have to wait for Colin to come to me; I
couldn't risk misinterpreting his signs. Although they seemed pretty clear,
a nagging voice in the back of my mind still urged caution.

That night before bed, I signed on to AIM. Almost immediately after signing
on, I received an IM from a screenname that I didn't recognize, but it
wasn't hard to figure it out: it contained the name of my school, which
meant it had to be someone that I knew from school, and the only person
there who knew my screenname was Colin.

"y do u still use this name?" he asked.

"Who is this?" I said, wanting to make sure that my guess was correct.

"u no who," he responded.

"Do you always write like that, Colin?" I asked.

"ya," was his only response.

"How annoying. ;)"

"u aint fat," he said.

"No, I'm not. You're right. :)"

"tel me."

"Ask me nicely," I teased.

"please tel me," he said.

"Nah. It's more fun to make you guess. Sorry. ;)"

"ugh. i hate u."

"No, you don't. Besides, it's a long story that I don't feel like telling,"
I lied.

"please."

"Nope. I'm gonna go now. See you tomorrow, Colin."

"i'll figure it out," he promised. I signed off.

Great, I thought. Now I'm going to have to deal with him online, too. Not
that I minded; I did enjoy talking to him.

I slept fitfully that night. I dreamed that Colin and I were together in my
classroom, hugging as we had that afternoon. My heartbeat quickened, and
just as I bent my head and touched my lips to his, the classroom door flew
open. There stood the principal, looking appropriately horrified. My heart
sank. I pulled away suddenly, but it was too late. In a flash, I found
myself suspended and my teaching certificate revoked. I awoke and sat up in
bed, my heart pounding in my chest, but my dick still hard. Realizing it
was only a dream, I went back to sleep until the alarm sounded at 6 a.m.

Despite my dream, I waited eagerly to see Colin and Paden in 6th period
that afternoon. I wanted to know if they had patched things up or not.

So 6th period began, and Colin and Paden entered one right after the other,
smiling. That's a good sign, I thought. They came up to my desk.

"'Sup, Abs?" Colin said. I glared at him.

"Not much," I replied. "Everything cool with you two?"

"Yep," said Paden. "Thanks a lot."

"Glad I could help," I said. "What about you, Colin?"

Colin smiled broadly at me. "I'm good," he said. "Thanks for your help
yesterday."

I smiled back, glad that he was happy and that they were friends
again. "That's why I'm here."

Class proceeded as normal, meaning that I taught while Colin interjected
random comments, some humorous, some annoying. It was good. The bell rang,
and my 6th period students began filing out. I said good-bye to Colin and
Paden when they passed.  "I'll talk to you later," Colin said.

At the end of the day, Derek approached me. "So have you thought anymore
about what Colin said?" he asked

Puzzled, I responded, "What are you talking about?" I frantically tried to
recall what Derek was talking about, wondering if there was some other
meaning behind his question.

"Helping out with the weightlifting team?"

"Oh! That. Not really," I said.

"Well, you should go down some day after school and see what it's like. The
gym's pretty nice."

"Are you there after school?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but most of the guys on the weightlifting team also have the
weightlifting class, so we just workout then. After school, it's usually
the wrestling team or other kids wanting to stay in shape off-season. If
you decided to help out with weightlifting, though, I bet a bunch of kids
from the team would come after school, too." He paused. "Colin definitely
would."

I looked at Derek questioningly. Was there some hidden significance to what
he said? I responded jokingly, "Oh, well if Colin is there, then of course
I'll do it."

Derek laughed. "That's not what I meant."

"I know," I said, "but I will think about it. I might head down there some
time next week."

"Tight," Derek responded. "See you tomorrow!"

"Later, Derek," I said with a quick wave of my hand.

After Derek left, I spent some time gathering my things and getting ready
to go home.  Since Spring Break, I'd felt less and less like staying late.

I signed on to AIM that night before bed, some part of me hoping that Colin
was online and would message me. He was online. I debated whether I should
IM him first or not, but I knew that I shouldn't, so I waited. After
several minutes, he messaged me.

"i no what it means," his message said.

"You think so?" I asked.

"ya," he wrote back.

"How?"

"i just no," he replied. While I typed my response, he sent another
message. "i g2g. later."

His departure was abrupt, and before I could type "later" he was gone.

The next day, I saw Colin and Paden as usual during 6th period. Strangely,
Colin didn't say anything to me when he came in. Paden and I said hi as
usual; he didn't act like there was anything wrong.

At the end of class, I made a point of saying good-bye to Colin. He gave me
a half-wave and walked out of the room. I began to panic. What was going
on? My mind went immediately back to our previous encounter.

Before Paden could walk out, I said, "Paden, hold on. Let me talk to you in
my office."

Paden looked confused, but followed me into my office. I shut the door.

"Paden," I said, "you haven't told Colin about..." I paused. "You haven't
told Colin anything, have you?"

Paden turned away and looked down. He didn't say anything. I knew this
wasn't a good sign.

"Paden, please tell me no."

"I'm sorry, Mr. A.," he said. "It's just that...you know how persistent and
annoying he can be. Last night, he and I were doing your homework, and he
said that when he came to talk to you he found out your screenname. When he
told me what it was, I laughed." He paused. "Good one, by the way," he
added with a weak smile.

I sighed. "And?"

"So then he started asking a lot of questions, 'cause he knew that I had
seen you in the bathroom that time." Paden blushed. "He wanted to know if
he was right about what your name referred to, and kept pushing for
information, and then he went back to talking about how comfortable it was
with you the other day, and I let it slip that I had talked to you before
Spring Break. So he wanted to know what I came to talk to you about. And he
kept asking what I told you and what you said and how you reacted. And I
ended up telling him everything."

"Oh crap," I said.

"Are you mad?" Paden asked anxiously. I didn't respond at first.

I sighed. "Not mad," I replied, realizing that I didn't think that I could
really get mad at either of them. "I just don't know what to do. I could be
in a lot of trouble."

"He won't tell anyone," Paden said quickly.

"I hope not," I said and closed my eyes, imagining my dream coming true:
getting caught and losing my certification. There was a long pause.

The tardy bell rang. "Crap. That's two days this week now that I've made
you late. Your teacher is gonna kill me."

We walked back into the classroom, and my students had begun their bell
work without me even telling them to do so. I've trained them well, I
thought. I gave Paden a pass, then tried to turn to teaching the class, but
I was distracted. Was Colin angry about what happened between Paden and me?
If so, why? Did he feel like Paden was cheating on him and blamed me? That
would certainly explain his cold behavior to me that day. The kids noticed
my distraction.

"What's the deal, Mr. A.?" Kelly asked. "Paden giving you trouble?"

I laughed. "No, I had to talk to Paden about something else. It's nothing
really. I just think one of my 6th period boys is mad at me."

"That sucks," Kelly said. "What'd you do?"

I laughed again, thinking, I can't really tell you that. Instead, I said,
"Nothing, as far as I know. You know how flaky freshmen can be."

Changing the subject, Derek asked, "So you coming to the gym this
afternoon?"

"Nah," I said, "I have a department meeting after school. I can't make
it. But if you don't stop harassing me, I'm never gonna come. So chill with
that."

Derek laughed. "Okay, okay. Sorry!"

Class ended, and I waited around for a few minutes before heading
downstairs to the department meeting. It would hopefully not last very
long, but past experience had shown me that the other teachers in my
department managed to drag things out interminably, often discussing the
most inane topics and bringing up ridiculous complaints. They felt that the
meeting was more of a bitch session than a time to get any real work done;
I felt it was a waste of my time.

After the meeting, an hour later, I returned to my classroom upstairs. I
rounded the corner and stopped. Colin was pacing back and forth in front of
my door looking at the floor.

"Colin," I said, "what are you doing? Shouldn't you be at practice?" I
noticed he was wearing his school clothes, which meant that he either
hadn't gone to practice or that it ended quite early that day.

He looked up, startled. He apparently hadn't heard me approaching. "I
didn't go."

"What's wrong?" I asked, moving closer.

"Can we talk?" he asked. "Something's bothering me."

"Of course. Is this about today? That's two days this week you haven't
talked to me," I teased.

He smiled a little. "Yeah, I know. Can we just go inside?"

I unlocked the door to the classroom and Colin followed me inside. I led
him into the office. "Okay, Colin, what's up?" I asked, shutting the office
door.

Colin paused, looking around the office. He didn't say anything. "Well?" I
asked.

Quietly, he said, "So this is where it happened..."

I blushed now. "What?"

"You and Paden. In here," Colin said.

"Yes," I said. "Me and Paden. In here." I paused. He didn't say
anything. "What's wrong, Colin? Please talk to me." He looked at me for the
first time.

"Why?" he asked. Not sure what he meant, I didn't answer. "Why Paden,
Mr. A.?"

"I don't know what you mean, Colin," I said.

"Why Paden but not me?" He looked like he was about to cry. "The other day
when I was in here, you pushed me away. You made me leave; you didn't make
Paden leave."

I sighed. "Colin," I began and then stopped, not sure what to say. "I'm
sorry. I don't know why it happened with Paden. It just did. He was here,
and he was talking about sex, and his confused feelings about boys and
girls, and I remembered when I was a teenager, and we both got turned
on. And it just happened. It shouldn't have, though." Colin looked at me
without saying anything. "Paden's a little older, and he looks older. I
felt okay with it; I was confident about what was happening, and I knew
that he wanted to do it. With you," I paused, looking him directly in the
eye, "I got scared. I wasn't sure."

We were standing face to face. Colin moved closer. "When I heard about you
and Paden, Mr. A., I was okay at first. It sounded so hot. Paden said it
was awesome with you. But then I remembered that day that I found out your
screenname and what happened. How you pushed me away. It hurt me; I thought
you didn't like me."

"No, Colin," I said, putting my hand on his arm, "you know better than
that. I like you.  We've been over this." I smiled at him and squeezed his
arm. He no longer looked like he was going to cry, and he gave me a weak
smile back. He moved closer. I could smell him, clean and soapy. I looked
into his hazel eyes with their long black eyelashes. Blood rushed to my
dick and the tube began to swell in my pants.

"Abs," he said.

"Back to Abs again? You must be feeling better."

"I want to see," he said. My dick swelled more.

"See what, Colin?" I asked. He moved closer so our bodies were touching
now. Feeling his body against mine caused my semi-hard dick to throb.

"See why you're called 'grosso'," he said, placing his hand on the front of
my pants. He cupped the bulge, which now extended down my right leg. He
squeezed; my shaft pulsed in his hand.

"Colin, baby," I said, tipping his chin up so that he was looking in my
eyes, "are you sure?"

"Yes, Abs, I'm positive."

Without thinking, I bent my head and touched my lips to his. We kissed,
lips pressed together. I pushed my tongue over his into his mouth. He
responded by pushing his tongue back against mine. I ran my hands over his
body, feeling his back, and then down over his small, round ass. I grabbed
his cheeks and squeezed, pulling him closer to me.  His hand never left my
cock.

I realized suddenly that it wasn't as late as it had been with Paden and
there still might be others around. I pulled away from Colin. I knew that
the custodian was still working, because I could hear his radio playing rap
music loudly in the halls. To be safe, if there was such a thing in a
situation like this, I turned on the stereo in my office, hoping the music
from my stereo and the custodian's would cover up any sounds that Colin and
I might make.

We kissed again, Colin squeezing and massaging my cock through my pants. It
throbbed in his hands; he moaned. I stopped kissing him, pulling away
again. I removed my shirt, realizing it would be the third time in three
weeks that I was naked in my office with a teenage boy. I grabbed Colin's
shirt and pulled it off over his head. I then reached for his pants, which
were tented by his teen hard-on. I unbuttoned them, sliding the zipper down
over his bulge. He was wearing boxers, as I expected. I pulled his pants
down, and then stood in front of him still wearing mine.

He looked at me expectantly. "If you want to see it, Colin," I said, "then
you take it out."  Colin came forward quickly and undid my pants, sliding
the zipper down over the massive lump in my boxerbriefs. He pulled my pants
down, and then stood back, looking at me.

"Oh my God," he breathed. "You're amazing." His eyes traveled up and down
my body, lingering on the obscene bulge in my shorts. My hard dick, still
caged in the stretchy cotton material, arced down and over my right thigh.

I admired his body, too. He was muscular, but still had the look of a
teenager, a still- growing boy. A layer of baby fat covered his hard
muscles. His boxers were nicely tented.

Colin approached me again and began to rub his hands all over my body. He
squeezed my broad pecs and pinched my nipples. He grabbed my arms; I flexed
for him. He moaned. He buried his face in my chest, planting kisses over
the broad slabs of my pecs.  He sucked and nibbled on my right nipple, then
switched to the left, moaning the whole time. His hands explored the rest
of me while his mouth worked on my upper body. I could feel his hands
rubbing my sides, my arms, my back, my ass, my thighs, and my cock. Every
time he touched my hard dick, he moaned against my chest, and I made it
bounce and throb in his hand. He was feeling me up, exploring my body with
his hands and mouth. After several minutes of Colin sucking on my nipples,
I put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him down.

He started to kiss his way down my body. When he reached my stomach, he
paused and looked up at me, his tongue poked between his lips, the tip of
it still on my stomach. He smiled. He licked down the valley between my ab
muscles and tongued my belly button.  He then worked his way back up,
kissing each rectangular part of my six-pack as he did.  He sank to his
knees in front of me.

Colin stared at my crotch for several seconds, running his hands over my
thighs and my hard dick. There was now a distinct wet spot on my
boxerbriefs, and each time Colin groped my dick, the wet spot grew. Colin
pursed his lips and kissed my dick head, sliding his tongue out between
them to lick and taste the precum that had soaked the cotton there.  He
moaned.

"Take it out, baby," I said, running my hand through his hair and bring it
around to touch and cradle his cheek. Colin laid his face in my palm and
then kissed the palm of my hand, He grabbed the waistband of my boxerbriefs
and looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face. He pulled the elastic away
from my body and down over my dick, sliding the shorts down. My dick came
out and popped up, nearly hitting him in the face. I watched his face
closely as he saw my dick for the first time, wanting to memorize his
reaction. His eyes got wide, his mouth fell open, and he gasped.

"Oh my God," he said again. "Now I definitely get it." My dick stuck out
from my body, 9.5" hard inches of fat Italian meat. "So thick," Colin
moaned, bringing his hands up to touch and caress the pillar of my
cock. His hands glided up and down my cock shaft, feeling and touching
every inch of it. Precum continued to leak in a steady stream from my
swollen cockhead. He spread it all over my shaft.

"You just gonna play with it or are you gonna suck it, babe?" I asked,
smiling down at him. He grinned widely.

He buried his face in my crotch, first sucking on my nuts. "Even your
fucking balls are huge," he said, sucking one into his mouth. Back and
forth, from one nut to the other, he sucked on my saggy sac for several
minutes. Precum dripped from my cock, rivulets of it running down my shaft
and onto his face. I pushed the shaft down against his face, smearing his
cheek with precum while he sucked on my nads.

"Don't forget about this," I said, with a quick slap of my heavy rod
against his face. He moaned loudly through a mouth stuffed with egg and
sac. I slapped him again.

Colin released my sac and pressed his lips against the base of my cock,
kissing it several times, his tongue coming out several times to lick the
shaft. I grabbed his hands and put them on my dick; they didn't fit all the
way around the shaft. He started jerking me off.  His eyes were locked on
my dick while his hands worked up and down the shaft, squeezing and rubbing
over the head, then moving back down. He was hypnotized by the pulsing
shaft.

Then, in a move that surprised me, Colin grabbed the base of my dick with
one hand and began slapping himself with it. He pursed his lips and slapped
the head down onto his mouth several times. He used my heavy bat and
whipped his cheeks, beating his face with my cock. With each slap, his
moans got louder. He then rubbed my sticky cock all over his face. My
swollen mushroom head slid against his forehead, then down his right cheek,
across his chin, and back up his left cheek to his forehead. He pulled it
down over his nose to his lips. His face glistened with my precum. My cock
was steel.

Caressing the shaft with his hands, he kissed my cockhead. His hands
touched my shaft lightly, sliding smoothly up and down the length of
it. His lips curved around my cockhead, his tongue sliding out to swirl
around it. He pressed the tip of it into my piss slit, slurping out the
precum. He sucked gently on my head, his hands still stroking my pole.

I knew that he wouldn't be able to take all of me. Paden had said that
Colin couldn't take all of him, and I was bigger than Paden. Nevertheless,
I started pushing forward, urging him to take more of me between his lips
and into his mouth. He pulled off. "No, I can't," he said, "you're too
big."

"Try, baby," I said, caressing his sticky cheek. "I won't let anything
happen."

This time, I pushed my cockhead against his lips. He obediently opened his
mouth to accept it. With his mouth wide open, I slowly fed him as much of
my dick as I could. I got a little more than half of it in his mouth,
before I felt his hands clench and his nails dig into my thighs. I
stopped. I heard him gag a little. I started to push forward again. He
gagged some more. My dick throbbed in his mouth, the sound of his choking
making me swell even more.

I looked down at him, my hands on his head. His lips were stretched
abnormally wide around my thick shaft. Tears were in his eyes as he looked
up at me. I knew that my dick head was at his throat, ready to push in. I
could force it. I could slam my huge dick into his throat, make him choke
on it, but I didn't. I pulled out.

I slid my dick from his lips and he gasped for air, one hand gripping my
dick tightly. "I can't take it all," he said, "I'm sorry."

I bent down and kissed him, tasting my precum on his lips. "Take as much as
you can, beautiful," I said. He blushed when I called him that. I stood up,
pointing my dick at his mouth again. I let him control the pace this
time. He stroked my shaft while he bobbed his head up and down on my cock,
taking as much of me as he could. One hand slid up and down the shaft while
the other played with my swinging balls. He slurped and sucked on my knob,
his spit and my precum mixing to make a nice lube for the jerking action of
his hand. I kept one hand on his head, running it again and again through
his hair, caressing him. I resisted the urge to shove my dick down his
throat, letting him instead fuck his face on me.

My orgasm was building, my ballsac getting tighter and drawing closer to my
body. My dick pulsed even more, swelling again in Colin's mouth. He sucked
harder. "I'm gonna cum, Colin," I said. It was going to be a huge load. I
could feel it. I watched his smooth cheeks suck in harder around my cock,
hollowing out. His lips were stretched grossly by my thick shaft. He
continued to suck.

I pulled my dick out of his mouth, and held his head in place. With his
lips open, I placed my dick head just inside them against his tongue, which
poked out between his lips. I wanted to watch my load fill his mouth, see
him swallow it. I stroked myself quickly. My piss slit gaped open, my
cockhead swelled. The first two shots of cum missed his mouth entirely,
flying past his lips and over his cheek, landing on the floor behind him. I
pushed my dick head closer to his mouth, and the next shots found their
mark. My cum spurted against his tongue and inner cheeks, up against the
roof his mouth. He gulped it down, swallowing quickly as I filled his
beautiful teenage mouth with my spooge. He submissively held his mouth open
the entire time, accepting my load. Squeezing my dick at the base, I
stroked up my wide shaft, milking the last drops from my cock and letting
them drop onto his outstretched tongue. He swallowed, and then taking my
dick between his lips again, cleaned the remaining cum from my softening
shaft and cockhead.

My dick fell from between his lips and hung down over my fat balls. Colin
wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him, my soft meat
pressed against his cheek. I stroked his hair, rubbing the back of his neck
and shoulders. After several minutes, Colin pulled away and stood up.

"Wow," he said. I smiled at him.

"Yeah," I said, "I had fun, too." I winked. I rubbed my hands over his
body, feeling his smooth chest and stomach. I brought them down to his
crotch; his cock was still hard, and he now had his own spot. I kissed his
mouth again, and then his neck and shoulders, gently nibbling, as I began
my trek down his smooth body to his hard teencock. I pinched his nipples
while I sucked and kissed on his neck, and then bringing my mouth down, I
bit at them gently. I kissed his pecs, which were still kind of round and
fatty, but had hard muscle underneath. His biceps were very well formed and
large, but he was still working on his chest and abs. If he kept up his
hard work, he would have an amazing body one day.

I kissed his stomach, and he flexed his abs for me. I could feel them
there, beneath my lips, hidden only by his "insulation". I laughed when I
kissed his stomach, remembering his comment from earlier in the week. He
giggled, too. I looked up at him and smiled.

With my lips and tongue I followed his treasure trail down from his navel
into his boxers.  I grabbed the waistband and prepared to pull his boxers
down. I held my breath, ready to see his hard cock for the first time. I
had thought about it before, but now was the moment I had waited for. I
hesitated briefly, and then pulled. His pubes came into view first; his
dick was pulled down by the boxers. I saw the base of it, swollen and
hard. I pulled the boxers all the way down, and he kicked them off. Colin's
teencock, 5" long and hard as a rock, released from the boxers, bounced up
and stuck straight out from his body. It was swollen and red. The head was
sticky with drying precum. His adolescent balls hung in their tight,
hairless sac.

I stared at him for several moments, and then looked up into his face. He
blushed.  "I'm...I'm not as big as Paden," he stammered, blushing.

"You're big enough," I said, taking his dick in my hand and stroking it. I
squeezed his hard shaft tightly, he moaned and placed his hands on my
head. I brought my face into his crotch, smelling him, a combination of
sweat and soap. I licked his balls, swabbing my tongue back and forth
across the sac. I then buried my face into his crotch, licking and kissing
the crux where the thigh meets the pelvis. He gasped, squeezing my head,
arching his body over mine. I moved back to his balls, sucking his sac into
my mouth, taking both balls between my lips and sucking on them. I held
them in my mouth like a squirrel with nuts, bathing his teen nads with my
tongue.

I rubbed my hands over his body while I slurped my way around his crotch,
feeling his upper body again, but focusing more on his lower body. I ran my
hands over his naked ass for the first time, two smooth, round globes, and
down his hard thighs and calves. I brought my right hand up his thigh. I
released his balls and looked up into his face. I slid my fingers up under
his balls between his legs. I watched his face, his eyes closed, as I
started massaging his prostate. He gasped; his dick throbbed more, and a
large, pearly drop of precum oozed from his piss slit. He groaned. I stuck
out my tongue and licked the precum from his enlarged cock head.

I continued teasing his prostate, using two fingers to work his g-spot from
the outside. I kissed his cockhead, taking it between my lips, tasting
Colin's teen meat for the first time.  It was my turn to moan; I had wanted
to do this for so long, and now I was. My dick was getting hard again.

Opening my lips, I took his whole dick into my mouth, suctioning my cheeks
around his swollen teen shaft. His cum filled balls pressed heavily on my
chin, and I continued to rub his prostate. His dick leaked precum all over
my tongue, which I swallowed. I started bobbing my head on his dick,
sucking him all the way into my mouth until my nose was buried in his
black, curly pubes, then pulling back until just the head remained between
my lips. I teased the head with my tongue, flicking it against the
sensitive underside of Colin's cock. He moaned each time, squeezing my
head, running his fingers through my hair.

I let my index and middle fingers slide further back towards Colin's ass. I
teased the outside of his tight ring, rubbing it gently with my fingers
while I continued to suck his hard teencock and massage his prostate with
my thumb. Colin gasped loudly. I realized for the first time that there was
no music playing in the office anymore. I must have started the CD on one
of the later tracks, and it had played itself out. I didn't care.

I pulled off of his dick, which glistened now with my spit and his
precum. I brought my fingers out from between his legs and licked them,
coating them with spit. Colin spread his legs obediently as I slipped my
hand back under his balls and between his legs. I took his dick back into
my mouth, and again applied pressure to the outside of his hole with my
first two fingers. He was tight. Colin let out a low groan as the first
finger entered his ass. His balls drew up tighter against his body, and I
felt his ass twitching around my finger, which was no more than a
centimeter in his ass. I pushed the second finger into his hole and Colin
gasped loudly, "Oh God!" At the same time, I heard the squeak of my
classroom door opening.

We froze.

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