Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 20:21:52 -0400 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: new soccer tourney 3 FINALLY finished the new one. Enjoy (hopefully). I'm on Spring Break now, and hopefully I'll be able to write one or two episodes during the week, since I won't have to work. I need ideas about where you guys would like the story to go! I've almost finished with all originally planned episodes. I'm having trouble coming up with more really hot stuff, so tell me what we haven't done yet that you'd like to see happen. Or whom you'd like to see more of (and in what context!). As usual, please let me know what you think. To be perfectly honest, it is a big turn-on for me to hear from fans (especially the sort that Mr. A enjoys). Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). See the note at the end for contact information. Please note that my e-mail has changed! Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A stories entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult-youth section and "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin" in the highschool section. 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.) ******************* When I awoke on Saturday morning, I could hear a lot of movement in the hallway, and the sound of doors slamming shut. I assumed this meant that the boys were already up, so I didn't bother checking on them. Instead, I headed to the bathroom. Grabbing my meaty, floppy cock with my right hand, I pointed the broad head of it down at the toilet and let loose a powerful stream of piss. The yellow liquid foamed as it hit the toilet and made the water level rise. I shook the last few drops from my cock and turned to the sink, so that I could shave and brush my teeth. My cock had grown a bit larger when I handled it, as it usually did. I stood in front of the sink and turned on the water. Before I reached for the shaving cream and razor, I stopped to admire myself. I flexed my chest and made my pecs dance before cupping them and pinching my small, brown nipples. I flexed my abs and ran my fingers up and down the ridges. My fingers followed my treasure trail all the way down to my thick, dark pubes. I fondled my flaccid cock and balls, enjoying the heft of them, knowing they were bigger, fatter, and heavier than almost every one else's I had been with. Thank God for good genes, I thought to myself as I looked over my body. My cock continued to get chubbier as my show went on. I flexed my right biceps, watching the round muscles bulge on my arm. I cupped the ball of my biceps with my left hand, feeling and squeezing the hard rock. Then I did the same with my left biceps and my right hand. My dick was now on its way to becoming fully hard, and I knew that if I continued, I'd have an insistent boner to deal with. So I stopped. Paden had suggested a "meeting" for that night, and even though I didn't know who would be there, I did know that I wanted to save everything I had for it. I grabbed the shaving cream and lathered it on my face, and then I grabbed a new razor and finished the job, leaving my face completely smooth and hairless. Then, I brushed my teeth and hopped into the shower. I finished quickly in order to make sure that I didn't give in to the temptation to jack off. I dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast and the bus. I didn't want to be late again. When I got downstairs, it looked like every one was already there and eating breakfast. I grabbed a bagel and tossed it into the toaster. I picked through the fruit while the bagel toasted, trying to find an apple without any soft spots. The toaster popped, and I used a plastic fork to lift the bagel halves from the toaster slots onto my plate. I scanned the room, looking for some place to sit. My eyes met Aaron's briefly, and then he looked away, flushing red. I decided not to sit there. Paden was sitting a couple of tables over with Miles, Mitchell, and Todd. He waved me over, indicating a free seat. The boys at the table had finished eating when I sat down. "Sleep well last night, Mr. A?" Paden asked. I grinned at him. "Yes, yes I did. It's nice having a room to myself." "I bet," Mitchell said. "You don't have to worry about any one snoring or?" He trailed off. "Or what?" Miles asked, a sly grin turning up the corners of his mouth. Mitchell blushed. "Sharing a bed," he finished. "What's so bad about sharing a bed?" Todd asked. "Nothing, I guess," Mitchell said. "Does someone have morning wood problems?" Paden teased. "Shut up, Paden," Mitchell said, grinning a bit. "Aww," I said somewhat mockingly. "Leave Mitchell alone. He's still young. He probably doesn't know that every one has morning wood problems." Mitchell blushed deeper. "The hell with morning wood problems," Miles said. "I hate not being able to walk around or sleep naked." "What are you talking about?" Todd asked. "Sharing a room doesn't stop Paden from walking around the room bare-assed!" Mitchell's eyes widened. I laughed. "It figures you'd be that guy," I said. "I can't help it that I'm gifted and proud of my body," Paden responded. "Like you weren't that guy back in school?" "Damn, I wish I was in that room," Mitchell said, probably louder than he had intended. We all looked at him. He looked at Paden and then looked quickly away. My eyes met Paden's briefly, and he gave a slight shrug. We said nothing, and Mitchell fell silent. Paden continued, "Why cover up if I don't have to?" "My thoughts exactly," I agreed. "Don't worry about it Mitchell," Miles said, bringing Mitchell's attention back to the group. "What?" he asked. "I'd rather be in a room with someone who's too open than someone who's too prude," Miles explained. "Quinn is kinda crazy. The first night here, when the rest of us were going to sleep in just our boxers, he, like, freaked out. He started going on about how that wasn't appropriate, especially sharing beds, and how we should at least wear t-shirts. It was weird." "So you made Troy share a bed with him," I said. Miles grinned. "Yep. Peter and I weren't going to wear real clothes to bed." We all laughed, including Mitchell. "Moral of the story: it's okay to want to be in a room where every one's comfortable," I said to Mitchell. He nodded. Miles' comments had been a good way for Mitchell to save face, but I wasn't convinced that "comfort" is what had prompted Mitchell's proclamation. I got up to throw away my trash and put up my plate. Paden followed me. "So about tonight?" he asked. "I'm up for it. You sure you got it under control?" I responded. Paden nodded. "Definitely. I've already put the word out to a few guys." His voice got quieter. "Should I ask Mitchell?" I shrugged. "Dude, I have no idea," I answered. "You hung out with him all Winter Break. Did any thing happen?" "Not really," Paden replied. "I mean, we hung out a lot, worked out, practiced. I caught him checking me out a couple of times, but I checked him out, too. He's hard to read." I nodded. "Agreed. He's definitely got a case of hero-worship for you, but I don't know how far that extends. And at school he usually seems pretty confident, like he's 'experienced,' y'know?" "Oh he's experienced," Paden said. "We have talked about that. He's been 'active' since 6th grade, he said!" "I figured," I said. "But then like today he gets embarrassed and shy when we talk about you being naked? I dunno." "He wants it," Paden finally said matter-of-factly. I grinned. "Oh yeah?" "Definitely. It's the only thing that makes sense. He said he wished he was in the room where I wander around naked, AND he got embarrassed about it. You only get embarrassed about things you don't think you should be doing," Paden explained. "He wants it." I grinned again. "Invite him. I've been thinking about his DSL for months." "DSL?" Paden asked. "I'm sure I've told you this before," I answered. "Dick-sucking lips." Paden smiled. "Plus he's got a bigger mouth than Colin. You might actually go in easily." By this time, every one was cleaning up and heading to the bus. Grayson yelled across the room. "Alex, Paden, get your asses moving." The bus ride was mostly uneventful, except that Aaron rebuffed all my attempts at conversation and stared out the window the whole time. Varsity was again dropped off first. Their quarterfinal game was predicted to be an easy win, but their opponent in the semifinal, regardless of who it was, was going to be tough. For JV, we were pretty evenly matched with our opponent in the quarterfinal game, so we were going to have to fight for our win. In the end, it came down to penalty kicks. Our first two players missed their shots; their first player made it, but the second didn't. The third shooter on both teams made the shot. It was 2-1 on PKs, with us behind. Our fourth shooter, Ottavio, made it; theirs missed. We were tied again. Our last shooter was Lyle. I was sure that he'd make it, but he missed. He looked just as surprised as the rest of us. Our only hope was that their final player would also miss, so that we could go into a sudden-death shootout. Unfortunately, he made it. We had lost. "Fuck," I heard Aaron shout. "What the fuck! Shit!" He stomped off toward the bus. Crouched on the field, Lyle had watched his opponent make that final goal. He hit the ground forcibly with his hands and stood up, visibly angry with himself. As he walked off the field, the boys started crowding around. Some were yelling, some were silent, but their feelings were evident in their faces and eyes. They gathered around me, since Aaron had walked away. "Listen up, guys," I said, trying to calm them down. "You played really well out there today, you know that. In the end, it really came down to luck, because I think it's obvious that we are just as skilled as they are. One unlucky gust of wind or split-second delay, and they'd be where we are now." "God this sucks," Mitchell said. "It fucking blows," Chaz added. "I really wanted to win this one," Mitchell added. This was essentially the last game for JV, whose season always ended earlier than Varsity's. They had one more district game the following week, but it was against an easy opponent, and we were almost assured to win. The week after that, Varsity would begin the District Tournament. "I appreciate your eloquence, you guys, but think of it this way: now we can go watch Varsity play, assuming they made it to semi-finals." "If they didn't," Quinn said, "get out of Grayson's way. He'll destroy any one in his path." We all laughed, but only because we knew it was true. Lyle was still pissed. As the other guys headed to the bus, he held back a bit. I stayed with him. "I knew I shouldn't have kicked so high," Lyle said. His PK had hit the upper bar of the goal and bounced back. "Their goalie had been weak on the right," I said. "That's where we scored before." Lyle nodded. "Yep, but Aaron suggested going high, 'cause they'd be expecting the other." Lyle paused. "I should have gone with my gut," Lyle said. "Don't beat yourself up over it, man," I said. " It could happen to any one." "Maybe tonight will cheer me up," he said with a grin. "Oh yeah?" I asked. Paden hadn't told me whom he had invited to our meeting, but I assumed Lyle was on the list. "Paden invited me," Lyle said. "I figured." We were now at the bus and climbing the stairs. It was time to see how the Varsity had fared in their match. Varsity, as expected, had won their match and were moving on to the semifinal game later in the afternoon. Every one boarded the bus, and we headed to a nearby mall where the guys could get lunch in the food court as well as relax until it was time for the next game, which would take place at 4. After lunch and about 2 hours of relaxation time, we boarded the bus and headed back to the field. The boys were very excited; even the JV players had gotten over their loss. Every one was pumped. If we won, we'd play in the final match the next day; if we lost, we'd play for 3rd place the next morning. It was a tough game for us, tougher than expected, but we were up 1-0 at halftime. In the second half, however, the other team's offense came on strong, and our defense seemed incapable of keeping up with them. They had more than twice as many shots on goal in the second half as we did, and in the end, we lost 3-1. All in all, it was a disappointing day for Washington High Soccer, but we had some small chance at redemption the next day. Coming away with 3rd place wasn't bad, if we could pull it off. Grayson was in a foul mood after the loss, and the bus ride back to the hotel was subdued. At least I had that evening's festivities to look forward to, and I was certain that I wasn't the only one looking forward to taking my mind off the day's losses. Aaron hadn't said much to me all day, which wasn't too bothersome. I wasn't sure what was going through his head. It seemed clear that he was dealing with the previous night's encounter with Paden and me as well as coping with an incredibly disappointing day on the field. I wasn't about to push him to talk about either issue. Paden and I double-teaming Aaron had, I was certain, permanently changed my relationship with Aaron. What I didn't know, though, was how it would be changed. Was Aaron going to want to get fucked just as badly as he wanted to watch me fuck others? Given his reaction to me so far, I didn't have much hope of that. He could try to pretend like it hadn't happened, but every time he saw me (or Paden), he'd be reminded, especially if he wanted to keep watching me fuck girls. When we got back to the hotel, Paden approached me to ask if we should invite Aaron to the night's get-together. "I don't think so, man," I said. "I don't think that he'd say yes, and even if he did, I don't think he's handling what happened last night real well. He's barely talked to me all day." "Yeah, he won't even look at me," Paden said. "It might be fun to do it again." I chuckled. "Not with him," I said. "Not tonight, anyway. If we push him, he might freak out, and we do not need that." "True, true," Paden said. "So what's the arrangement?" "We'll have to do bed-check as usual," I said. "Just about all the adults, I've noticed, go right to bed and don't get up again, so I say tell every one to wait 30 minutes and then come to my room." Paden smiled wide. "Looking forward to it. I'll pass it on." I grabbed something quick to eat, and then I went right to my room. I couldn't stop thinking about what might happen that night. I was both nervous and excited. I was putting a lot of trust in Paden to make smart choices about the "guests" at our little get-together. Hopefully, he was smart about whom he invited. I didn't want any wild cards. Discretion was key. In the end, though, I figured most (if not all) of the attendants would be "old hands." After a couple of hours watching TV in my room, I decided that I needed to distract myself some other way, so I pulled on my board shorts and headed down to the pool. My limp cock hung outlined down the left leg of the white shorts. Paden and Todd were in one end of the pool horsing around. At the other end were some other guys, including, Miles, Troy, and Grant. "Mr. A!" Paden and Todd shouted as I approached. I grinned and waved, tossing my towel onto a nearby chair before getting into the water. "Damn, this is colder than I expected," I said with a shiver. I could feel my ball sac tighten. "I might have to hit the sauna again later just to get every thing back to normal size." Paden laughed. "There's nothing normal about your size." "Shut up," I said. "You're one to talk." "Yeah, yeah," Todd said. "You're both horses among men, now shut up about it." "Someone sounds jealous," I teased. "No way," Todd said. "I'm good with what I got. You two are just freaks." Paden laughed loudly. "Okay, BLASTER," Paden said. "Like having a geyser for a cock is normal." "We're all freaks," I said, chuckling. "But you're the freakiest," Todd said. "You have a geyser AND a horse cock. It's like me and Paden combined." "Gee, thanks, Todd," I said. "I appreciate that." "No problem," he replied with a wink and a grin. "If you two are done flirting, can we talk about tonight?" Paden said. "Now who's jealous?" Todd said. I moved closer to Paden. "It's okay BP," I said. "There's enough to go around." I grabbed his hand and shoved it under the water towards my crotch. Paden snatched his hand away. "Trust me, I know." He paused. "BP?" I laughed. "It just came to me. Big Paden. BP. I might call you that from now on." "I like it," Paden said approvingly. "We'll call you BA," Todd said. "For Big Alex." "And Bad Ass," Paden said. "I like it," I said, imitating Paden. "So what did you want to talk about?" "I ended up inviting Mitchell," Paden said. "I pulled him aside at dinner and chatted with him. He was really excited about it." "Nice," I said enthusiastically. "But I feel there's a catch." "Well, I didn't tell him that we were going to YOUR room or that you would be involved." "Uh?" I said. "What? That's kind of important to keep him from freaking out." "I know," Paden said, "but I just feel like he's going to be cool with it." "I hope you're right," I said. Just then, a beach ball came sailing at us. "You guys wanna play?" Miles shouted across the pool. "Or are you chicken?" "Careful, Miles," Paden shouted back. "We're not all as used to balls flying at our faces as you are!" The next hour or so was taken up with an impromptu game of pool volleyball. As it got close to 10 o'clock, I announced that the boys had about an hour before curfew and got out of the pool. I headed back to my room to shower and rinse off the chlorine before bed check. Finally it was time for bed check. I left my room and saw Grayson at the other end of the hall. I started going around knocking on doors. "Every one in here?" I asked in each room as I went around. "Not for long," Paden replied when I got to his room. I smiled. "Every one in?" Grayson asked, as we might in the middle of the hallway. Aaron, I noticed, hadn't bothered to check any rooms. "Yep," I answered. "Good. Hopefully they get a good night's rest for tomorrow's game." I nodded. "I hope so, too." I was torn, because I knew that it was going to be difficult for some of them to get a full night's sleep, but I also couldn't bring myself to cancel our meeting. I rationalized it by telling myself that tomorrow's game began later than the games of the past two days, so they boys didn't need to go to sleep as early. "Where's Aaron?" I asked. "Don't know," Grayson said. "Probably pouting in his room. He turns into a little pussy when he loses. It's annoying." I laughed, thinking about how Paden and I had turned him into a pussy the night before. "Hopefully he gets over it. The guys pick up on stuff like that." "Why do you think I only ever let them see two emotions: pleased and pissed?" Grayson asked. Without waiting for any kind of response from me, he added, "I'm off. The wife's waiting." He winked and went back to his room. I pushed that image from my head and went back to my room to await the guys. I flipped the security latch, and then shut the door. The latch prevented the door from closing all the way, so that the boys could come in without knocking. I hoped they would be smart enough to notice that (and also smart enough not to slam the door). I had decided to wear my pajama pants for when the boys first arrived, although part of me had wanted to strip down and sit on the chair with my legs spread. The pants, though, allowed there to be some element of surprise, at least. Troy, Peter, and Miles arrived first. I had figured that Miles and Peter would be a part of the evening's festivities, but I wasn't sure. Paden had, after all, kept the guest list a secret. The three walked in smiling. "I have been waiting for this ever since that day Troy left me waiting for him outside the locker-room while he got his wallet," Miles said. The three were all shirtless. It was interesting to see the contrast between them. By far, Peter had the best build of any of our guys, with strong arms, a broad chest, and thick legs. The shorts he was wearing showed a nice bulge, which I knew (from hearsay) was mostly balls. Miles looked his usual sexy self. Shirtless, slightly hairy, and wearing only his boxers. Troy, on the other hand, while also blond, was completely smooth and had a much slighter build than the other two. Marcus, Evan, Lyle, and Shane showed up next. The room was starting to get crowded. "Shane," I said surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here." Shane grinned. "Lyle convinced me that I wouldn't want to miss it." Shane was shirtless, showing a hairier than expected 15-year-old body that was muscular, but not defined. He looked "soft," but sexy. He wore (surprisingly) silk pajama bottoms, which did nothing to contain his teen-dick. His cockhead was very clearly outlined against the front of them. Lyle wore red nylon track pants, which were already tented. "Bit excited there, Lyle?" I asked. He just grinned. So far, Lyle and Troy were the only two I had first-hand experience with. Marcus and Evan had been present at a number of gatherings, but they were always focused on each other. Paden, Chaz, and Todd showed up. "It's about time, BP," I said, as the young jock walked into the room. "I was starting to think that you had abandoned us," I joked. "And miss this? Not a chance." He grinned and grabbed his crotch. Paden's limp dick peeked out the bottom edge of his boxers. "Chaz tried to back out at the last minute, so we had to convince him," Todd explained. "Glad you did," I said, smiling at Chaz. He smiled back. "Lots of guys here," Chaz said. "Yep, it's gonna get crowded," I agreed. "We're missing at least one, though, BP." "Who?" Chaz asked. "Mitchell," I responded. "He'll be here," Paden said. I led the newest arrivals down the short hallway towards the beds. The room was pretty crowded. Paden stood next to me in his boxers, his soft cock head still hanging out the leg. My own dick, which had chubbed considerably as the boys arrived, created a clear, arced lump in my pajamas. Todd stood on the other side of me, his slight upper body bare and his boxers bulging at the fly. I scanned the guests. Marcus and Evan were sitting together in a chair, wearing only their boxers. Chaz was wearing the same pajamas he had worn the day we met in the airport. "Nice group, huh, Mr. A?" Paden asked. I nodded in agreement. "Very, very nice, Paden. I just hope we don't call too much attention to ourselves with the noise." "We'll try to keep it down," Miles said. "I think we have to shut the door, BP," I said. "Maybe Mitchell changed his mind." "BP?" I heard someone whisper. "Big Paden," another explained. "And Travis too?" Paden asked. "No way would Travis miss this," Miles said. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Figures those two freshmen would be the only ones who don't notice that the door is open," I said. Paden went to the door. "Finally," I heard him say. "We were getting worried." "Sorry," came Mitchell's voice from down the hall. "Me too," said Travis, "but Aaron was standing in the hallway when I opened my door, so I had to wait. He must have heard Lyle and them leave first." "Same here," Mitchell said. Uh oh, I thought. What if Aaron decided to make a surprise visit? Or worse yet, what if he suggested that someone else make a surprise visit? The two boys followed Paden into the room. "There are a lot of people here," Mitchell said looking around. "I told you that it was going to be a popular event," Paden said with a grin. Both Mitchell and Travis were wearing t-shirts and boxer shirts. My dick chubbed further as the thought of Mitchell's perfect DSL came to mind. Paden and I were standing side-by-side again. The guys were looking at us expectantly. Lyle was no longer the only one dealing with a pitched tent. Only Marcus and Evan weren't waiting. As usual, the two were completely focused on each other, eagerly kissing and groping each other's bodies. Paden and I looked at each other and then dropped our pants, revealing our semi-hard dicks to the group. We had all had the opportunity to see each other naked before, but that didn't stop a few of them from gasping when they saw the two of us, side-by-side with half-hard dicks. There was a rush of noise as the other boys stripped off their clothes. In a matter of seconds, 12 teenage soccer jocks stood naked in my hotel room. Lyle and Shane, who were good friends, grabbed each other's dicks and started jerking each other off. Lyle kept rubbing Shane's chest, squeezing his friend's muscular, hairy pecs. Shane's dick was rapidly growing harder; Lyle had been hard since he arrived. The two were fairly evenly matched in that department, although Shane was slightly longer. I watched the jock friends stroking each other and reached down to start pulling on my own dick. Suddenly, Miles was on his knees in front of me. He looked up at me, eyes twinkling. His hard dick rose proudly from his bush of dark blond hair. "Let me do that," he whispered huskily, taking my heavy meat into his hand. I leaned back on the edge of the dresser, giving the junior jock open access to my crotch. Todd moved to the other side of Paden, who still stood next to me. Side-by-side, the two best friends watched Miles work on my fattening, lengthening Italian sausage. Each one took the other's meat into his hand and began squeezing and stroking it. Mitchell and Chaz sat next to each other on the bed. I knew that Chaz was incredibly unlikely to get involved into anything more than jacking off together and maybe some frottage, but I was glad he was there. It showed he was comfortable with me and with Paden. Miles was stroking and licking my dick. So far, he hadn't taken more than the cockhead into his mouth, but he repeatedly massaged the shaft and licked up and down the length of it. I was growing harder and fatter as he worked on me. Miles swiped his tongue across my flared cockhead; I was already leaking. Then, he slipped his lips around my head and sucked, vacuuming the precum from my gaping piss slit. He squeezed the base of my cock, causing it to swell larger. I leaned back with my eyes closed and groaned loudly. "Fuck yeah, Mr. A," I heard Paden whisper next to me. "Feed the goalie." I opened my eyes and caught Mitchell's gaze. He was completely naked and hard sitting next to Chaz. I was pleased to notice that my prediction about his size wasn't inaccurate. He was slightly bigger than Chaz, despite being a year younger. My eyes remained locked on Mitchell's as Miles worked my dick with his hands and mouth. I looked from Mitchell to Chaz. Chaz looked from me to Mitchell. The teens' eyes met, and they scooted closer together. Chaz reached for Mitchell's dick first. "You're big for a freshman," Chaz said. Mitchell grinned. "I know." Paden and Todd continued rapidly stroking each other's dicks while watching Miles service my meat. The blond goalie had now slid off of my cockhead and had buried his face in my saggy, wrinkled nutsac. He sucked and slurped his way around my cum tanks. He looked up at me, hefting my balls in his hands. "They're not as big as Peter's," he said, giving them a quick flick with his tongue, "but they feel so much heavier." I pushed my sticky dick down onto his face, marking him with my precum. "Thanks," I said. Then I pushed him off of my sac. "It's BP's turn." Paden grabbed Miles' head and turned the older jock to his huge, 16-year-old cock. Miles obediently grabbed Paden's fuck prong and started stroking it. He pressed the side of the shaft against his face and eagerly kissed and licked up and down the trunk of Paden's massive teen dick. Paden groaned and thrust his hips forward. Todd watched and stroked his cock. The sound of skin-on-skin mixed with the hungry slurping and deep moaning of the 12 high school jocks in my room. I stepped away from the Miles-Paden-Todd group towards the bed on which Chaz and Mitchell were sitting. On the other bed, Peter and Troy sat side-by-side while Travis, Miles' younger brother, serviced them. Peter's very huge balls, truly the size of small lemons, rested on the bed in their tight sac; his legs were spread extra wide to accommodate his testes. He leaned back on his elbows while his best friend's brother sucked his thick, average-length dick. Troy stroked himself, watching his friend's dick disappear into Travis' mouth again and again. Travis went all the way down on Peter's dick, and Peter placed one big, strong hand on the back of Travis' head, holding him there, thrusting his hips up off the bed. "Fuck yeah," he grunted, and then let go of the dark-haired boy. Travis pulled away from Peter and breathed in deeply, gasping for hair. "Fuck," he whispered, and then moved between Troy's legs. I stepped to the bed. My very rigid cock bounced as I walked, and precum leaked and dropped from the tip. Chaz and Mitchell released each other's dicks as I approached and motioned for them to move apart. Sitting down between them, I looked from one smooth, handsome teen boy face to the other. Mitchell was indeed a big guy for his age, exceeding Chaz in the size department and very nearly as big as Paden had been at the same time a year ago when he and I first got together. Mitchell, however, was much smaller everywhere else than either Chaz or Paden. He was shorter than Paden at the same age, and in no way was he as built as Paden had been. Mitchell's long, smooth cock, therefore, looked even more impressive on his slight build. The three of us sat facing Paden and Todd, who were taking turns feeding their teenmeat to Miles. We stroked our hard dicks while we watched Miles' head bobbing up and down on Paden's meat; he held Todd's hard, slick cock in his other hand, stroking it while he sucked on Paden. His movements were quick and smooth. With Paden's dick in his left hand, he removed his mouth and immediately switched prongs, swallowing more than half of Todd's dick. It was one fluid motion. This was obviously not Miles' first time sucking two at the same time. Chaz, Mitchell, and I stroked our dicks hard and fast. I turned to Mitchell, the one I had been most eager to see here. He smiled broadly; my dick throbbed at the thought of those lips wrapping around it. I grinned back, but said nothing. He licked his lips and stopped stroking himself. I let go of my dick, and it slapped against my chest with a wet, audible . Mitchell tentatively reached out towards my dick; his hand trembled. "It's okay," I said, meeting his gaze. "You can touch it." Mitchell breathed deeply and lightly touched the underside of my dick; it twitched. He then trailed his fingertips up and down the length of it, tickling my fat prick and making it bounce and throb. I looked at Chaz, who was jerking off while he watched Mitchell hesitantly play with my dick. "You can touch it, too, Chaz," I offered to the tanned, perfect jock. Both guys wrapped their hands around my fat shaft; I leaned back onto the bed, opening my body to them, giving them easy access to my dick. Chaz's hand was on top of Mitchell's, and the two stroked me in unison. One of them, I wasn't sure which, was also playing with my balls, pulling on the sac and rolling them in his free hand. From my new position on the bed, I could see Evan and Marcus still going at it, but they had moved into a 69-position on the bed. Evan's head was closest to me, so I could easily hear him hungrily sucking on his friend's dick. He had his hands and arms wrapped around Marcus' thighs, and kept pulling the other boy down as deep into his mouth as he could. I could also see Peter's and Troy's backs. I watched their muscular backs tense and their hips rise gently each time they pushed into Travis' mouth. I couldn't see their dicks, but I occasionally saw Travis' dark haired head appear briefly as he came up for air and switched between the older boys' jock meat. The din of grunting, moaning, and flesh-on-flesh filled the room. Wet mouths on wet cocks added a further, sloppy sound. Marcus and Evan broke up their 69, and Evan got off the bed. He was now standing in the empty space between the two beds; I had a perfect view of his muscular, slightly hairy bubble butt. Marcus was on his back on the bed with his legs up. Evan grabbed his friend and pulled him to the edge of the bed; then he got onto his knees and began tonguing Marcus' tight, puckered hole. Behind me on the bed, I could hear Lyle and Shane going at it. Shane was lying on top of Lyle, and the two were thrusting against each other, cock to cock. Shane worked his hips up and down, grinding himself onto his friend; Lyle responded in kind, grabbing Shane's slightly hairy ass and pulling him down. Suddenly, I felt a tongue on balls. I groaned involuntarily, and I felt a set of lips wrap around one of my eggs and suck gently on it. I sat up and looked down. Chaz was still stroking my dick, but Mitchell was now between my legs sucking on my nads. There was a loud moan from near the front of the room. Chaz let go of my cock as we both turned to look. Peter stood up quickly and stroked his dick fast and hard. He grabbed onto Travis' shoulder; his huge balls swayed and wobbled. Stepping closer, he bent his knees and placed his cock head on Travis' chest; a river of the thickest cum I had ever seen slowly oozed and trickled down the younger boy's chest. Troy wasn't far behind, but instead of cumming on Travis, he just leaned back and let out his load onto his stomach. Without warning, Chaz was on top of me, so we were face-to-face. I wrapped my arms around him and started thrusting against him. Mitchell was still between my legs, but he quickly got out of the way as Chaz and I started going at it, chest-to-chest, cock-to-cock. We grunted and groaned, grinding hard against each other. I rolled Chaz onto his back, so that I was now on top, and I thrust hard against him. My cock spurted precum onto his, lubing us. I looked up at Shane, who was still on top of Lyle, the two of them grinding on each other. Mitchell stood near us, but he was facing Paden and Todd, watching his hero feed his dick to the junior goalie, and stroking his long, teen dick while he watched. My very fat, very hard cock covered all of Chaz's. I pushed harder against him. Chaz groaned and hugged me close to him. "I'm gonna cum, Mr. A," Chaz muttered. "Go for it, Chaz," I whispered huskily. "Cum on my fat Italian dick." I felt his cock throb and swell under me, and then I felt his warm, sticky teen-cum cover our chests and stomachs. I rolled off of my jock student; my dick was incredibly hard, incredibly swollen, and wet. I was covered with precum, spit, and cum, and I hadn't even shot my own wad, yet. My rigid prick jutted up into the air, demanding attention. Chaz remained next to me; his dick was still half hard, and I knew it would probably only be a short time before he was fully hard again. I sat up and looked around the room. Travis was now on his knees next to his brother. Miles was working his mouth and tongue on Paden's oversized teenage dick while his brother was giving Todd some oral attention. Lyle and Shane had changed positions. Lyle was on his stomach with Shane on top of him. Shane's dick was nestled between Lyle's muscular ass cheeks, and the hairier boy was sliding his meat back and forth along his friend's crack. Lyle pushed back against him. Evan had finished tonguing Marcus' ass and was now fucking his friend's tight hole. Marcus' legs were propped on Evan's shoulders, and Evan rapidly pounded his cock in and out. Peter and Troy, already fully hard again, were standing next to the far wall observing the action. I sat up. Mitchell was facing away from me, his eyes locked on Paden and Miles. Mitchell had a nice, round ass and narrow hips. I watched his ass flex as he stroked his dick. I reached out and gave his muscled ass a light tap with the back of my hand. He turned around and grinned. I winked at him and waved my dick in his direction. He turned around and fell to his knees between my legs. He started sucking on my balls again; I pushed my fat, slick cock against his face. The swollen, purple beast oozed onto the 15-year-old's smooth cheeks. Chaz was nearby on the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes and his soft dick flopped onto his thigh. I kept rubbing my dick back and forth on Mitchell's face, pressing the full, broad weight of it against his cheeks, nose, and eyes. I looked up towards Paden; his gaze was focused directly on the shaggy-haired 15-year-old between my legs. The bed was rocking violently, as behind me Shane continued fucking Lyle's ass cheeks. The hairier, beefier boy thrust hard against his smaller, blond friend. The blond jock was pushing his ass back hard against meat between his cheeks. I heard a grunt, and then through gritted teeth Shane announced, "I'm cumming." Mitchell again buried his face in my loose, wrinkled sac. His broad tongue snaked out from between his lips as he lapped hungrily at each cum-heavy nut. In front of me, Paden pulled away from Miles and walked to the bed. Shane had gotten off of Lyle and was standing behind me. "Nice load you left there, Shane," Paden said, "all over Lyle's back." I craned my neck back and saw a trail of thick, teen cream that led from Lyle's mid-back down to his round ass cheeks. Lyle rolled over, revealing a sticky, wet spot where he had shot his own load. Paden sat down next to me on the bed, his hard, long cock rising up proudly from his curly, dark brown pubes. His cock glistened with precum and Miles' spit. We were thigh to thigh on the bed; I put my arm around the younger man's waist and pulled him closer, so that he could easily watch his prot‚g‚ work on my endowment. Miles and Travis were both on Todd's dick, now that Paden was with me. The brothers took turns sucking the skinny boy's cock and balls. Todd sat on the edge of the dresser, hips thrust out for the brothers' oral services. On the other side of the room, Troy and Peter had now paired off with Shane and Lyle. On the next bed, Marcus and Evan had flip-flopped. Chaz still hadn't moved. I pushed Mitchell's head away from my ball sac. With my palm pressing on his forehead to force him to look up at me, I used my other hand to aim my fat prick at his mouth. As my swollen, leaky cockhead touched his lips, Mitchell obediently opened his mouth wide. His eyes darted over to Paden, who smiled at him and stroked his hair. I was going to have no problem fitting between those plump lips. I pushed the tip of my dick over his tongue and then let go of his head. Mitchell closed his lips around me and nursed gently on my wide, flared cocktip. Mitchell's mouth was so wide that the full fatness of my dick entered easily, without stretching his lips. The teenager worked his way down my shaft, taking it in little by little. My cockhead hit the back of his throat; he gagged and pulled back until just the head was in his mouth, oozing my salty personal lube onto his tongue. He kept one hand on my balls and the other wrapped most of the way around the very thick base of my Italian sausage. I thrust my hips up a little, trying to ease my cock deeper into his mouth. He pushed back on the base, trying to keep me out. Paden grabbed Mitchell's hand off of my dick and placed it on his own. Mitchell groaned when he touched his idol's dick for the first time. While he was distracted, I pushed back into his mouth. He gagged again, but before he could pull away, I put my hand on the back of his head. "Just relax, Mitchell," I whispered. "Swallow, baby." He stopped struggling; I could feel him breathing through his nose--his hot breath rustling my pubes. He gulped, and I was able to push in a little deeper. I let out a load moan as my cock lodged into his virgin throat for the first time. I let go of his head and leaned back. To my right, I saw Travis on his knees next to Chaz. He had taken the older boy's dick into his hands and brought it back to full hardness. Chaz was still lying there with his arm over his eyes, but he didn't object to Travis' manual manipulations of his jock meat. Mitchell was now sucking my dick without any encouragement from Paden or me. He repeatedly worked his way up and down the length of my shaft, occasionally pulling out all the way to run his broad tongue along the fat span of my prick. Paden slid off the bed and got between Mitchell's legs on the floor, where he started sucking on the younger boy's larger-than-normal dick. I heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the bed shake. Looking over to my right, I saw that Chaz had sat up and was looking down at Travis, who had unexpectedly taken the tanned jock's hard cock into his mouth. Chaz was surprised, no doubt, as it was the first time another guy had sucked his dick, but Chaz didn't stop Travis. He just lay back down on the bed and let the freshman service him. My own freshman was handling my excessive meat quite well, alternating between stroking and sucking on it. Given the quiet moans and whimpers that kept escaping from his mouth, I guessed that Paden was working Mitchell's cock well. "Fuck, Miles," I heard Todd grunt. "I'm going to cum." I sat up; I wanted to see this cum shot. Miles was holding Todd's dick next to his face, stroking and rubbing it, sucking on the side of the head. Todd's fingers clenched on the edge of the dresser, and with a loud grunt, the first volley of his cum shot rocketed across the room and hit Travis in the side of the head. The second shot, landed on Chaz's stomach. The tanned jock sat up. "What the fuck?" he muttered. Another shot of Todd's cum landed on the bed next to me, before Miles managed to aim his friend's weapon at his own body. Except for the sounds of Todd's grunting and his load splattering on Miles' body, the room was silent, as every one stopped to marvel at Blaster. Travis wiped Todd's cum from the side of his head and licked it from his fingers. Chaz grabbed the younger boy and brought his mouth to the gobs of Todd's cum that had hit his tanned stomach. Travis eagerly lapped up the watery, white liquid. Then, Chaz pushed Travis back down towards his cock and started feeding the freshman cocksucker, thrusting his hips up into the boy's face. "Cum in me," I heard Evan say to Marcus. "Really?" Marcus breathed. I didn't hear a response, but I heard the moan that told me Marcus hadn't waited for a response and had filled his friend's hole. I guided Mitchell back to my cock, and with slight pressure on his neck held him in place. He opened his mouth wide and took me back into his throat. Paden was now eating Mitchell's ass; an experience I was sure Mitchell had never had before. Paden spread Mitchell's cheeks and dove into his smooth ass, licking and teasing the teen's tight, puckered hole. I stood up, so that I could watch Paden more easily. Mitchell was on his hands and knees between my younger double and me. Paden slid his tongue into Mitchell's hole, helping the boy to relax. He then gently slid one finger into Mitchell's virgin ass. The younger jock tensed up; Paden alternated using his tongue and the tip of his finger on the hole. Mitchell relaxed, and Paden's first finger slid in easily. With my hands on Mitchell's head, I fed my cock between his plump lips and into his throat. He gagged a little each time I hit the back of his throat, but with a little encouragement, I was able to go deeper and deeper until I was finally buried balls deep inside his tight throat. I could feel his narrow esophagus stretch around me as I rested my heavy nuts on his chin. He swallowed and gulped, breathing heavily through is nose. I slid out in order to give his jaw a rest, and pushed his face into my sac. He immediately began sucking and licking my tanks again, swirling his tongue all around each heavy orb. He sucked first the left one, and then the right one, into his mouth. Then, opening his mouth as wide as he could, he took both extra large eggs into his mouth. "Holy fuck," I muttered, squeezing hard on his shoulders. No one had ever taken both of my testicles into his or her mouth at the same time before. Mitchell's cheeks bulged like a squirrel with his mouth full of my nuts. He sucked the entirety of my pouch into his mouth until the base of my dick was pressed against his nose. In the corner, Peter, Troy, and Shane surrounded Lyle, who was on his knees servicing each cock with his mouth and hands. In the next bed, Marcus had mounted Evan and was now riding him; it was Evan's turn to fill someone's ass. Miles was standing next to Todd at the dresser and was using the skinny kid's copious cum as lube to stroke himself to an orgasm that covered his flat stomach and dripped into his blond pubes. Chaz was standing now and was vigorously fucking Travis' face, shoving his jock cock all the way down the younger man's throat over and over again. "That's right, cocksucker," I heard him mutter. "Eat my fucking meat. Take it all." Paden stood up behind Mitchell; his dick, much like mine, was harder, bigger, and more demanding than I'd ever seen it before. Both of us had been serviced all night long, and neither of us had cum. I could feel the load building in me; I was sure Paden felt the same way. I eased Mitchell off of my sac, thinking it would be better not to have my sensitive parts inside him when Paden entered the boy's virgin hole for the first time. I looked Paden in the eye and nodded. My teenage student--in more ways than one--pressed the head of his 8.5-inch, 16-year-old dick against his teammate's hole. Mitchell grabbed onto my hips and pressed his face against my thigh, bracing himself. My cock jerked and bounced next to his face; precum dripped from the tip onto his shoulder and back. Mitchell breathed in deeply and grabbed onto me more tightly as Paden's teendick breached his tight sphincter for the first time. "Oh my God," Paden whispered. "So fucking tight." "That's it, Paden," I encouraged him. "Bust his cherry. He's been wanting this from you for a long time. Give him that big dick." Mitchell was panting, breathing out through his mouth. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and I could feel warm tears on my thigh. I stroked his head, running my fingers through his shaggy, golden hair. Paden adjusted his position slightly, so that he could aim his dick a little more downward; he kept pushing in. He was staring at the boy's hole, watching his dick stretch it open. Mitchell let out a low, long moan. Paden stopped; he was a little more than halfway inside. He had hit Mitchell's g-spot. Paden pulled out a little, and then went back again, eliciting another moan from the young jock. Mitchell's grip on my hips relaxed. I rubbed my wide dick on his face again and pushed it back to his mouth. Once again, Mitchell obediently opened his mouth and swallowed my offering. I could hear Chaz's balls slapping against Travis' chin while he fucked the teenage cocksucker's mouth. Travis gagged and choked, but he didn't try to stop Chaz. He knelt and dutifully accepted the older boy's mouth fuck. Miles stood near them, encouraging his brother and the older boy. "Take his cock, little bro," Miles said. "Get it all in there." The others had now circled around us, stroking their hard dicks and encouraging us. There were whispers of "Look at how thick Mr. A is" and "I can't believe Mitchell's taking both of those monsters." "Fuck yeah, Paden," Todd said huskily, standing next to his friend. "Drill that big ol' dick into that ass." Paden grabbed onto Mitchell's hips and started fucking him harder, driving his cock balls deep into the teen boy's muscular ass. I was deep into Mitchell's mouth, and each time Paden bottomed out inside the boy, Mitchell would moan, sending vibrations up and down the length of my dick. Paden's eyes were closed now as he kept fucking Mitchell. I figured the teenager was probably getting close to cumming, but I didn't want him to, yet. "Switch?" I said to Paden. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He nodded and gently slid his dick out of Mitchell's ass. Todd pointed at the hole, which, empty of Paden's massive prick, was opening and closing, contracting back to its normal size. I slid out of Mitchell's throat. My beercan thick dick glistened with spit and precum. Troy handed Paden a t-shirt, and he wiped his dick before taking a position in front of Mitchell. Paden cradled Mitchell's chin in his hand and stared into his eyes. "Did you like me inside you?" he asked Mitchell. Mitchell nodded. Paden pressed his dick against Mitchell's cheek. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Mitchell gulped and opened his mouth in response. Paden grinned and aimed his sizeable rod at the younger jock's throat. I took my position behind Mitchell, ready to breed his ass. "Swallow my cum," I heard Chaz grunt at Travis. He held the freshman down on his dick while he emptied his load. Travis gulped and swallowed; cum overflowed his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Miles swooped down with his tongue and lapped up the run over. The other boys pressed in closer around me. I rubbed the expansive head of my cock up and down Mitchell's slick ass crack. His hole had already begun to shrink back to its original size, even after being stretched out by Paden. "Do it, Mr. A," Todd whispered next to me. "Put it inside him," Peter added. Chaz, Miles, and Travis joined the others. "I gotta see this," Miles said, elbowing Lyle out of the way. "There's no way that's going to fit." I pressed my cockhead against Mitchell's hole; he whimpered with his mouth full of Paden's dick. "Look," Todd said, "he's opening up." Mitchell's hole, relaxed and wet from Paden's ministrations earlier, was indeed opening. I applied a little more pressure; the hole widened. The very tip of my cock was barely inside of him. He was still whimpering; Paden stroked his head. "That's it, Mr. A," Paden encouraged. "He can take it. Push it all the way in." And I did. My head passed through the tight muscle of his sphincter and was now inside Mitchell's tight ass. "Did you fucking hear that?" Peter asked. "Talk about popping a cherry!" I paused for a moment; Mitchell's hole spasmed involuntarily around my glans. I placed my hands on Mitchell's hips and eased him back onto my heavy pike. "I can't fucking believe it," Shane said, rapidly stroking his dick next to us. The other boys all stood very close to us. I felt various hands on my body, stroking my abs and chest, squeezing my ass. Someone was playing with my balls. I was nearly halfway inside of Mitchell when I touched his prostate for the first time. His body shuddered as my prod hit his g-spot. I started rotating my hips, keeping the pressure on his prostate constant while also loosening him for the hammering fuck I was about to give. Lyle, Shane, and Travis stood near Paden now. Shane was on the bed behind Paden, looking over his shoulder and watching the older boy feed his long meat into Mitchell's mouth. Lyle and Travis kept running their hands all over Paden's body, feeling his meaty pecs, sucking on his small, dark nipples, and fondling his balls. His nuts were tight in their sac. Chaz stood off to the side, hard again after his second orgasm of the night. He wasn't jacking off, but he was watching us intently. Todd stood much closer to me, his hard dick in his hand, occasionally slapping it onto Mitchell's round, smooth ass. Miles kept rubbing my body, cupping my pecs, pinching my nipples, and playing with my balls. The other three were watching and jacking off. I had been working Mitchell's prostate with slow rotations of my hips for several minutes when I finally looked up into Paden's eyes. We nodded at each other. It was time to go all the way. I pushed deeper into Mitchell's ass, opening his hole wide around my fat prick. At the same time, Paden pushed his dick all the way down Mitchell's throat. In unison, we double-teamed the hero-worshipping freshman. I drove my cock in and out of his tight ass, jamming all 9.5 inches balls deep into his recently popped cherry hole. Paden repeatedly fed his 8.5-inch piece into Mitchell's throat. My balls slapped heavily against Mitchell's ass. Todd had one arm around my waist. "Harder," he encouraged, pushing me against Mitchell. Shane reached around Paden's body and grabbed Mitchell's head, pushing the slight, shaggy-haired boy down onto the top jock's dick. Lyle was jacking his dick as well as Shane's; Travis worked his own cock while he sucked on Paden's nipples and gently nibbled the muscled chest. Evan and Marcus stood on Mitchell's left side, stroking each other; Peter and Troy did the same on Mitchell's right side. Miles disappeared below Mitchell. Mitchell's ass twitched and gripped my dick harder than before, and I knew that I had made him cum. "I didn't even touch him!" I heard Miles say from below. Then, I heard the distinctive sound of Miles taking Mitchell's dick into his mouth. He was going to make Mitchell cum again. "Fuck yeah, Mr. A," Paden said, high fiving me over Mitchell. "You fucked that load right out of his dick." "His ass is about to pull the load right out of mine," I grunted breathlessly. "Oh fuck," I moaned. My balls rose tight in my sac; the load that had been building all day began to rise up my shaft. It felt thick, heavy; this was going to be a big one. I drilled down into Mitchell's ass, balls deep, one last time. Todd grabbed my waist again and held me there, tight against Mitchell's cheeks. I swelled inside Mitchell, and I felt the first thick volley of sperm explode from the tip of my dick. My dick twitched again and again as I unloaded inside of his tight hole. His ass grabbed my cock tight again; me cumming inside of him had caused Mitchell to shoot again. Underneath, I heard Miles gulping down the younger boy's load. Each squirt, 12 in all, caused my piss slit to gape open from the thickness of the wad. While I was cumming inside Mitchell's ass, Paden had fed his own thick load down Mitchell's throat. With his eyes closed, Paden buried his dick inside Mitchell's gullet and held him in place. Paden let out a husky groan and unloaded straight down Mitchell's throat into his stomach. Mitchell gagged on the first load of cum and tried to push away, but Paden held him in place. Soon, the older boy's jock cum was oozing out of Mitchell's mouth. Lyle and Shane came, both of their loads hitting Mitchell in the face. Travis was next, rubbing his dick in the mixture of cum on his classmate's ruddy cheeks. Paden slid his semi-hard dick out of Mitchell's mouth and used it to smear the cum mixture all over his face. Then, he stuck his dick back inside Mitchell's mouth, and the younger boy obediently sucked it clean. Todd was still next to me, stroking his dick hard and fast. I pulled my softening cock out of Mitchell's well-used hole, and gobs of my cum clung to my fat shaft. Cum oozed out of the gaping hole. "Shit," Todd said and exploded. The first wad of his explosive cum shot hit Mitchell in the back of the head; the second hit Paden squarely in the chest. Todd rained 10 shots of powerful boy juice on Mitchell's back before Troy, Marcus, and Evan added their own loads. Still on the floor with Mitchell's teen dick in his mouth, Miles shot his second load onto his stomach. My flaccid cock hung heavily over my balls; some cum still clung to my cock head. Peter had one hand on his gigantic balls while the other stroked his short, fat cock. He still hadn't cum again. I looked to my left, where Chaz was standing watching us, his cock fully hard. He hadn't been jacking off, but he was hard for the third time tonight. I motioned him to me and pointed at Mitchell's ass. "Sloppy seconds?" I asked. Without saying a word, Chaz got behind Mitchell and easily slid his cock into the hole I had recently destroyed with my fat, Italian prong. My copious cum load provided more than enough lube as Chaz sank deep into the younger boy. "Fuck," he muttered. "I can feel my cock sink into your cum, Mr. A." He grabbed Mitchell's cheeks and squeezed them around his dick. "Can I get some of that mouth, Paden?" Peter asked. Paden moved out of the way, and Peter slipped his rigid prick between Mitchell's swollen lips. Paden and I stood side-by-side, muscled body to muscled body. Our soft dicks hung down against our thighs. We watched Peter and Chaz take our sloppy seconds. Within minutes, Peter pulled out of Mitchell's mouth and dumped another of his yogurt-thick loads on Mitchell's already glazed face. Chaz moaned and dropped his third load of the night into Mitchell's already well-bred ass. He pulled out of the younger boy, who finally collapsed onto the floor. Every one was exhausted, some sat on the floor, some on the beds. The smell of cum, sweat, and sex filled the room. "I'd say that was a pretty successful meeting," I said. Paden laughed. "It was fucking hot," Miles said. "God damn. You two are amazing." Paden and I walked to Mitchell and helped him up. "How do you feel?" Paden asked. Mitchell grinned at him. "That was so amazing," he said. "I didn't know if I could take it, but I had to. I wanted to." He grabbed onto Paden. "I've wanted that for a long time. Wasn't really expecting Mr. A to get involved, though!" "I can't believe you managed to take it all," Miles said. "Me neither!" Mitchell said, laughing. "That was intense," Todd offered. "You're a fucking firehose," Shane said. Todd grinned. "They don't call him Blaster for nothing," I said. "Too bad we didn't get to see you shoot," Travis said. "It's quite a sight." "Thanks, Travis," I replied, "but I couldn't resist the chance to cum inside Mitchell. It was a lot, though, trust me." "Yeah, it definitely was," Chaz said. "It was fucking dripping out of his ass, and when I went in? it was like sinking my dick into warm cream. You flooded that hole, Mr. A." "I can still feel both of you inside me," Mitchell said to Chaz and me. "I just wish I had Paden's in me, too." "Next time, buddy," Paden said. "Definitely next time." It was late. "We should probably get you all to bed," I said. "There's still a game tomorrow, and you should get some rest." The guys cleaned up as best they could before getting dressed and heading back to their rooms. Mitchell, Paden, and I remained nude, as the others left. Todd and Chaz also hung back, wearing only their boxers. "That was really fucking hot," Todd said, stating what we were all thinking. "I didn't know you were a bottom bitch, Mitchell." Mitchell shook his head. "I'm not," he said. Todd and Chaz laughed. "Well, I mean, except for Paden. I've thought about him since middle school," Mitchell explained. "I never thought any thing like this would happen, though. I wanted it to, but didn't think Paden would ever do something gay." "So you're only gay for Paden?" Todd pressed. "You took Mr. A pretty good, and Chaz and Peter?" Mitchell said, "Honestly, I've never done any thing with a guy before. I've been with girls, been sucked off, eaten pussy, fucked pussy, but I've never? done THIS. I only did because of Paden." "Seriously?" Paden said, surprised. "You were sucking Mr. A's cock before I came over to you!" Mitchell blushed. "I guess I got caught up in every thing that was going on. I kept thinking about you, though." "You've got a pretty big fan there, Paden," I said. "I guess so!" Paden said. "I like having that effect on someone." He grabbed his floppy cock and waved it in Mitchell's direction. Mitchell blushed. Paden looked at Chaz. "You surprised me tonight, man!" Chaz grinned. "Surprised myself, too. Something just clicked, I guess, when Travis was sucking my dick. I liked having that power over someone, knowing he wanted my dick and that I didn't have to do anything to him in return. I fucking loved it." "Welcome to the club," I said, laughing. "I'm glad you finally came around. That's how I started out, and Paden too." "I don't think I could ever suck dick, though," Chaz said, "or get fucked." "Never say never," I said. "Again? that's how I started out!" "Same here," Paden said. "Now I've sucked Mr. A, AND I've been fucked." "I've fucked Paden and sucked him off? never let him fuck me, though," I said. "That's not really fair, is it?" Chaz said. "I don't like getting fucked. It's happened before, and I didn't like it, so now I choose not to do it." "Maybe you just didn't get fucked by the right person," Paden teased. "I did learn from the master. I bet I could make you like it." I laughed. "I doubt it, not with that monster." I swatted playfully at Paden's limp meat. "We better all get to bed," Todd said. "One of us has to play a game tomorrow morning." "Um? can I use the bathroom?" Mitchell asked. We all laughed. "Of course," I answered. Mitchell walked slowly to the bathroom. Vestiges of drying cum covered the inside of his thighs. Soon, the boys were all gone. The scent of boy sweat and cum hung in the air. I found dried pools of cum on both beds and on the floor. "The maid is not gonna be happy about this," I thought. "But we'll be checked out and long gone before she finds the mess." ******************* What did you think? Did you get off? Was it good for you? Let me know how (or if) you enjoyed it. As I said in the foreword, feedback keeps my blood flowing (as it were). I need feedback and ideas, people! What do you want to see happen? Let me know. Again, I will try to post more regularly, but no promises as I begin the busy spring semester of teaching. 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