Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 23:37:01 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr. a and his boys: james and more

This is the next installment of the Mr. A and His Boys series. It's not as
long as the others have been, but I think you'll like it. Let me know what
you think. I have many more experiences already in mind to share, but I'm
open to other ideas for stories and requests.  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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My dreams that night were surprisingly not sexual, and I was awakened early
by the sound of a squeaking door opening. I opened my eyes wide enough to
see that the door joining my room to James' was opening. James sneaked
quietly into my room. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep still.

James walked as stealthily as he could over to the bed. I could hear his
feet hitting the carpet with each stride. James stood on the right side of
the bed; I continued to feign sleep. I was lying on my back with my legs
spread slightly apart; the bed sheet came up only to my waist. James
reached over and pulled the sheet aside, revealing my bulging
underwear. Getting no reaction from me, he cupped my balls, then became
bolder and started rubbing my crotch. He squeezed and fondled my bulging
pouch for several minutes, and my dick responded accordingly--lengthening
and fattening in my underwear. James leaned over and began mouth my crotch
now. His lips wrapped themselves around the swollen head of my cock, no
doubt outlined clearly in the tight cotton of my boxerbriefs. He licked the
shaft, which continued to grow, creating a large tent in my crotch.

He reached up now to the waistband and lifted it away from my smooth
stomach. He pulled it up and over my growing dick, hooking the elastic
under my cum heavy balls.  James buried his face in my crotch and began
licking and sucking on the loose skin of my nut sac, sucking each of my big
balls into his mouth. I opened my eyes now, watching his curly haired head
sliding all around my sac and lower shaft. My long dick was flopped up onto
my stomach, rising above my navel. James started kissing the underside of
my shaft, working his way from the broad base of my Italian meat to the
swollen head, tracing the thick underside tube of my dick with his pouty
lips and rough tongue. Precum oozed from my cockhead and created a puddle
between my abs.

Grasping my dick, he pulled it up off of my firm stomach and held it up. My
eyes were open now, and I was watching his movements. A long string of
precum connected my cockhead to my stomach. James bent down to lick the
pool of salty prejizz from my abs.  For the first time, he noticed that I
was awake and watching him. He gave me a wicked grin and then suctioned his
lips to my stomach, licking and gobbling up my sticky cockjuice.

I grabbed my dick from his hand and started rubbing it on his face and the
side of his head while he licked and sucked on my abs. He turned his head
toward my cockshaft and planted his lips on the base, this time on the
topside of my dick. He flattened his sticky lips against my shaft and again
kissed and licked his way to the top. I pushed the broad head against his
lips and they obediently opened up to accept my leaking dick. His tongue
traveled gingerly over my oozing piss slit before circling the mushroom
head several times. I let go of my dick and his hand replaced mine. He
started stroking, jerking me off while he sucked just the head of my dick.

For 10 or 15 minutes, James made love to my dickhead with his mouth. He
kissed and licked my dick, moaning as his lips traveled up and down the
head. His left hand, not able to fit all the way around it, stroked my
beercan thick shaft. His right hand fondled my chest and upper body,
feeling me up while he serviced my dick. My dick throbbed in his hand,
swollen and heavy. I had one hand in his hair, my fingers entwined in his
thick, curly hair. My hips were thrusting slightly, pushing my dickhead in
and out of his fat lips.

James removed his mouth from my dick and looked up at me again. I smiled at
him and winked. He began kissing my stomach again, sliding his tongue over
the ridges of my abs and around my navel. He tongued my navel several
times, and then swung his body up onto the bed. I felt his hard 6" dick,
sticky already from precum, brush against my leg.

James positioned himself between my legs at my feet. He bent down and began
by kissing my right foot. He then started to work his way up my body. His
lips traveled up my right calf and inner thigh, then he switched to my left
side and want back down to my foot. He kissed his way back up again,
kissing and rubbing my muscular legs. He paused briefly at my crotch,
giving my cock and balls another tonguing, and then moved up to my
stomach. He again worshipped my abs, tracing the ridges of each hard,
rectangular muscle before moving up to my chest. He started on my right
side again, licking the broad, flat muscle of my right pec before attaching
his lips to my hard nipple. He kissed and sucked on my nipple, gently
biting it before switching to my other side. His body now lay fully on top
of mine, and we ground against each other as he worshipped my upper body
with his mouth.

My hard, fat cock slid against his teenage dick as he writhed on top of
me. I lifted my left arm and placed my left hand behind my head. With my
right hand, I reached down and grabbed his smooth, round ass. I pulled his
ass down against me and thrust my hips up against his. My thick cock rubbed
against his teencock, sliding past it and against his stomach, my precum
sticking in his golden-blond treasure trail.

Sticking out his tongue, James buried his face in my left armpit, tonguing
and licking the sweat from the dark hair there. He moaned loudly, and then
lifted his head from my pit.  He slid further up my body, dragging his body
along my cock. I took my hand from behind my head and brought my arm down,
flexing it for the boy. My bicep bulged up like a large ball. James pursed
his lips and kissed my bicep. He began mouthing the hard peak of my arm. I
flexed my bicep again, causing the muscle to relax and contract under his
lips, bulging hard against his face. I grabbed the back of his head with my
other hand and shoved his face against my arm. James slurped and licked
hungrily at my arm then buried his face back in my left pit.

He lifted himself up on his arms above me, looking me in the eyes. I again
felt that James seemed much older than he was, no doubt because he was more
experienced than the other boys I had been with. With Paden, Nick, and
Chase, I had no doubt that their experiences hadn't gone beyond jerking off
with friends and maybe exchanging blowjobs (at least until they met
me). James, however, was different. He knew what he was doing and he knew
what he wanted. He bent down and kissed me. I kissed him back, forcing my
tongue between his lips and into his mouth. I could taste myself on his
lips.

James sat up now, positioning his body so that he was sitting on my stomach
and his legs were on either side of me. My hard dick rose up against his
ass, throbbing and leaking against the smooth globes of his cheeks. His
hands were on my chest, squeezing and massaging my hard pecs. I lifted my
right arm and he bent forward to lick my right pit like he had done my
left. Prone on top of me now, I reached down with my left hand and squeezed
his ass, pulling the muscular cheeks apart. My hard dick slid between his
cheeks like a fat hot dog in a bun. I pushed his ass together now,
surrounding my dick with it, and began thrusting, sliding my dick between
his cheeks while he mouthed my pit and bicep. He clenched his cheeks
together around me.

I felt my cock head sliding back and forth over the opening of his pussy, a
slight depression in the cleft of his ass. He moaned a little louder each
time my thick, speared head touched him there. Finally, he stopped, the tip
of my dick positioned at the entrance of his hole. I reached down and held
my dick in place, pushing the head against the hole.  My cock throbbed,
leaking precum into his hole. James pushed his ass back onto me. His ass
slowly opened, gaping around my cock. The head was in; James paused.

I looked into his face, his eyes were closed and his lips curled into a mix
of a grimace and a smile, the pain and pleasure of being split open by a
large, hard dick was etched onto his face. He slid down some more. Very
slowly his ass was filled with my dick. Finally, he sat down all the way,
every inch of my dick buried inside him. His ass rested on my balls, which
sagged between my spread legs, and his balls sagged into my pubes. His eyes
were still closed. He winced when the last inches invaded him. Leaning
forward again, James rested his hands on my chest and began riding me.

James lifted his ass back off my cock, and then sat back down slowly; his
grip on my pecs tightened. He repeated the action, each time relaxing his
grip on my chest, until finally he was riding me hard and fast. He rose
almost all the way off my dick, using his hands on my chest and shoulders
to support himself, lifting his ass from my pole, and then sitting back
down. I started thrusting now, fucking my dick into him while he rode me,
shoving my cock as deep into his guts as I could. James was moaning,
grunting as I fucked him, his head thrown back. His cock bounced on my abs,
slapping onto my stomach hard each time he lifted himself up and re-impaled
himself on my hard cock post.

My orgasm was building; he milked my cock with his ass muscles, pulling and
squeezing on it each time he slid up and down. He rose up all the way until
just the head remained inside his hole. His body was suspended 9.5" inches
above mine; his ass twitched on my cock head, squeezing and pulling on
it. Then he sat back down. I was close to cumming.  My heavy balls had
tightened up. I grabbed James' hips and began fucking him harder, thrusting
up and into his ass, then pulling down on his hips to impale him deep on my
meat. James came, his cum shooting from his dick and hitting me in the
chest before coating my stomach. His ass spasmed on my dick, and grunting
loudly, I unloaded in him, emptying 7 or 8 shots deep inside his guts
before pulling out and letting the remainder of my load ooze onto the small
of his back and his smooth ass.

We stayed like that for several moments, his cum drying on my body, his
soft dick hanging into my pubes, my own dick softening against his ass and
arcing down over my balls. My sticky cum ran down the cleft of his ass back
onto my dick and the bed beneath us. We hadn't said anything the whole time
except to moan or grunt as we fucked. Our breathing slowed, and James laid
himself down on top of me, kissing my body. He rolled off of me onto my
right side. I brought my right hand up and placed it behind my head
again. James leaned in and kissed my pit; he sat up and smiled at me
again. "Thanks, Mr.  A.," he said, climbing out of bed with a final squeeze
to my cock. I grinned widely.  James left the room; I got up, thinking how
hot it was that James had worshipped my body like that, and hopped in the
shower. My dick was hard again.

I dressed and packed everything before heading to the awards ceremony that
morning. It would last a couple hours, but our kids had done well, so we
would at least hear their names called several times. After the ceremony, I
would have to come back and check my students' rooms, including James', and
then make sure they all made it on the bus. Our group would be heading to
Universal Studios Islands of Adventure for an afternoon of fun before going
home. I was driving myself, of course, as I hadn't come with them on the
bus.

I hadn't seen James since that morning, and I wasn't sure what it would be
like to see him, but it was checkout time, and I knocked on his door. He
opened immediately, fully dressed and packed. I smiled at him and said,
"Everything all set in here? Got everything you need?"

"Oh yeah," he responded with a smirk. "I got more than I needed this
morning, thanks to you."

"Very funny," I laughed with a wink. "See ya next year, bud." I wondered if
I would see him the next year, and if we would have a repeat performance. I
turned away, then paused, and turned back. "And thanks."

I went down to the girls' floor to see Cathy and make sure that everything
had gone all right with checkout for her and the girls and to see if they
needed the boys to help them carry anything to the bus. I had already made
the boys carry their stuff to the bus and told them to be prepared to help
the girls.

I found Cathy and Lauren in Cathy's room saying goodbye. I waved at Lauren
and smiled when I saw her. She blushed and looked away. The three of us
chatted for a few minutes, with Lauren saying very little now that I was
there. Lauren still seemed a little less relaxed around me than she had
before, but I figured that would change over time. Cathy said that she was
going to check on the kids, leaving Lauren and I behind. Lauren said that
she had to do a final sweep of her room, so I followed her there.

Once inside, I turned to her and said, "It was really nice to meet you,
Lauren. It's just too bad that we didn't get a chance to get to know each
other a little better."

"Yeah," she responded. "Maybe we should have met in here. I always kept
this door locked!" For the first time, she made a joke about what happened
two nights before; it was a good sign. I laughed.

"Well, we should keep in touch," I said.

"Definitely," she replied. "Cathy has my e-mail address, so if you want to
e-mail me, just get it from her. And I'm sure that I'll be up to visit her
some time."

"Sounds good," I said, moving close to give her a hug. Our lips met briefly
in a goodbye kiss. "See you later."

Cathy and the students boarded the bus for the short trip to Universal
Studios Islands of Adventure, and I loaded my car, so that I could meet
them there. The time at Islands of Adventure would no doubt be some of the
most fun on the trip.

Cathy, her husband, another sponsor, and I hung out most of the day. We
stood in incredibly long lines to ride the Incredible Hulk and Spiderman
rides; we wandered around the park, checking on the kids when
necessary. Somehow, Cathy's husband convinced me to go on one of the water
rides. I had no problem getting wet, but I hadn't brought a change of
clothes with me into the park, so I'd have to spend the rest of the
afternoon wandering around in wet clothes. I removed my shirt, so that I
would at least have something dry to wear after. Of course, it would have
made more sense to remove my shorts too and take the ride in my
boxerbriefs, but I figured that would be frowned upon by park officials,
even if it was a good show for everyone else.

When we got off the ride, I was soaked and my shorts clung tightly to my
body. The wet cotton of my shorts molded itself to the bulge in my
underwear, and the outline of my dick was visible to anyone who wanted to
see. I stepped onto the platform, shaking my legs in turn to try to loosen
the material before stepping back into full public view.  Rivulets of water
cascaded from my wet hair over my pecs and across my abs. I got many stares
as we walked passed the line of people waiting for the ride.

Then I heard that familiar voice again, "Mr. A.!"

What the fuck? I thought to myself. Is he following me?

I turned to my right and sure enough, there was Colin in line for the
ride. I walked over to him and held out my hand. "Colin, dude," I said
shaking his hand, "are you following me? This is weird, man." I waved at
Cathy's husband, letting him know that I'd catch up.

He laughed. "Nah," he replied. "My family always does this on the last day
of Spring Break." He paused, looking me over. "I see you managed to stay
dry on the last ride."

"Very funny, punk," I replied, pulling my t-shirt back on. He smiled at me.

"Good thinking with the shirt," he said, pulling his own off and stuffing
it in the back waistband of his shorts. I again was struck by how much
muscle he had put on since the beginning of the year. I surreptitiously
admired his body, noticing the wispy black hairs of his treasure trail
disappearing into the waistband of his boxers, which rose just slightly
above the waistband of his shorts.

"Yeah, real brilliant," I said, looking around at a number of other
shirtless guys in the area. "I think I'm the only one who thought to take
his shirt off before going in. Enjoy the beach?" I asked, changing
subjects.

"Oh yeah!" he responded eagerly. "I tried to find those friends of yours
again, Nick and Chad was it?"

"Chase," I corrected him, feeling slightly panicked.

"Yeah, Chad," he said.

"Why were you looking for them?" I asked, hoping I could play off whatever
he said.

"Just to chat. I was there with my family, didn't have anyone I knew
around, and since you liked 'em, I figured they must be cool."

"Anyone who hangs out with me is automatically cool, then, huh? Did you
find them?"

"Nah," he said. A wave of relief passed over me. "Not at first,
anyway. Finally saw 'em again yesterday, though."

"Oh. Cool," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"They were crazy," he said. "They kept asking me about you. What's it like
to have you as a teacher and stuff like that. They really liked you and
just kept talking about you."

I blushed. "They were pretty fun," I said.

"That's what they said about you, too. I guess you really you really left
an impression on them, Mr. A.," Colin said, smiling broadly at me.

"What can I say?" I replied. "I'm hard to forget!" The line had been moving
steadily while we talked, and I had moved with Colin back up the line.

"No doubt," Colin replied. We were now back at the front of the line.

"Oh crap," I said. "I guess this means that I'm riding this damned thing
again." I removed my shirt again and Colin and I left our shirts on the
fence outside the ride.

We got on one of the rafts with a number of other people and sat down next
to each other.  We headed down the "river", the raft rolling back and forth
on the water. Water flew over the sides of the boat, soaking us all. Colin
collided against me several times, and I against him, as the water tossed
us all around in the boat. Each time he fell against me, I'd push him back
playfully; he did the same with me. For the first time, I really had a
chance to feel his body, skin to skin. I had touched him before, obviously,
on the shoulder or with playful shoves, but I had never really felt his
body.

Now, as the movements of the raft threw us together, I felt his naked chest
for the first time. And just as importantly, he felt mine. I knew that I
was using the raft as an excuse, touching him more than necessary, but I
also felt like he was doing the same thing--his hand lingering an extra
second against my stomach, his face getting closer to my chest, a tight
grip on my right thigh, centimeters away from the tip of my (now chubby)
cock.

All too soon the ride was over. He jumped eagerly out of the raft ahead of
me, turning around excitedly as I stepped out. As I climbed out, I got a
good look at his crotch, tented where they hadn't been before. My own semi
hard dick was noticeable down the right leg of my shorts. I pretended like
there was nothing to see.

"Oh, man," he began, "that was awesome. Let's do it again." I was sorely
tempted, but I resisted, knowing what might happen; it was too dangerous.

"That was a lot of fun," I said, smiling at him. He was gorgeous, his dark
hair now matted to his forehead, his small brown nipples hard from the cool
air on his wet body. He smiled back, and I was overcome with the urge to
kiss him. His lips were not as full as Nick's or James', but I wanted to
taste them, to feel them. He had a strong chin--I took conscious notice of
for the first time--giving his face a distinctive masculine look although
his face was still youthful. Quite a contrast, a young man on his way to
adulthood. "But I gotta get going. I better meet back up with Cathy...er,
that's Ms.  Anderson to you, and get all the kids on the bus for the trip
back. It's getting late."

Colin was downtrodden. "Sorry, bud," I said.

"Nah, it's cool," he replied. "I should probably find my family anyway. It
is getting late, so we're probably leaving soon since there's school
tomorrow." He sneered.

"Yeah," I said. "School sucks. See you in the morning." I placed a hand on
his shoulder and squeezed. "Nice to see you again, Colin."

"Thanks, Abs," he said with a wicked giggle and a gentle elbow to my
stomach. I rolled my eyes and turned away.

I found Cathy in short order, and after making sure everyone was accounted
for, the kids boarded the bus and it pulled out of the parking lot. I went
to my car, found a dry pair of shorts in my bag, and changed right there,
pulling off my wet shorts and underwear. I don't think anyone saw me, but I
didn't really care whether they had or not.

I started the car and turned on my iPod. I put my head down on the steering
wheel and let out a long sigh. Damn Colin, I thought, and damn me for
reacting the way I had. I felt bad, taking advantage of the raft like that,
but I reminded myself that he had responded. I sighed again.

Time to go home.

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What'd you think of part 5? I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to contact me,
e-mail: grossoitaliano@hotmail.com; AIM: grossoitaliano.