Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 14:46:27 -0400 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: soccer tourney 1 Well, once again, I can do no more than offer my usual apologies. I've been extremely busy (big surprise) with work and personal matters as well as money issues, so I may end up having to get a job this summer, which will again cut into what could be prime writing time. All my friends have non-teacher jobs, so they work year-round, which means that I would be able to spend all day writing if I were so inclined...unless I have to get a job. At any rate, this chapter turned out to be quite long, so I divided it up into two chapters, so that people aren't overwhelmed. Be forewarned: this first part advances the story, and it does have a sex scene, but the sex is not between Mr. A and a student. Sorry. You will want to read the story, though, so that you know where it's headed for the second part. Finally, it's been so long, and I've written this chapter in spurts, so to speak, so please forgive anything that doesn't seem to flow or that doesn't seem to fit the character or the tone of the previous chapters. I hope to spend some time this summer revising the entire story somewhat, but I'm not quite at that point, yet. As usual, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcome. I fear that after my long hiatus interest in the story has waned almost entirely. Ouch! 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 story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult- youth section. I have also published another non-Mr. A story in the highschool section entitled "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin". 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.) ******************* Soccer tryouts were coming up, and as the faculty sponsor, I was involved in getting the word out around campus. I printed and posted signs instructing interested boys to show up at the practice field at 6 p.m. and to bring their cleats. I also made a point of bringing it up in all of my classes. "It's really cool that you're sponsoring soccer," Lyle told me one day during class. "If it's anything like Clemson, it should be really fun!" A mischievous smile played across his lips as the memories of our last night of the summer camp played through his mind. "Clemson?" Mitchell asked. "What is he talking about?" "I'm the JV soccer faculty sponsor," I explained, "and so I had to go with them to this soccer camp that Clemson has each year." "That doesn't sound like much fun," Mitchell said, tossing his shaggy golden-brown hair out of his face. "You've just never been on a trip with Mr. A," Lyle said. "He knows how to make things fun." Lyle winked. Mitchell opened his mouth in fake surprise; I gulped, again noticing how wide his mouth was. His teeth were white and perfectly straight. The rest of the class and I laughed at his reaction. "He didn't mean it that way," I said. "Maybe I should tryout for soccer," Mitchell said. My heart beat a little faster. I had started to like Mitchell. He wasn't as smart as Colin, but he was funny and very cute. His smooth, tawny complexion and shaggy golden hair were a major turn-on for me. He was very comfortable with himself, which made the people around him very comfortable. He wasn't very muscular, in fact he was kind of thin, but toned, and at 14 he was only about 5'5". I found myself checking out his bulge quite frequently, and he didn't seem to be lacking in that department; rather, he seemed to have more down there than Lyle, who was taller and looked older. Today, I noticed that Mitchell was wearing a pair of shorts that I always found particularly interesting. They were army green and seemed to be made of nylon, rather like soccer shorts, but with a more trunk-like design. They showed off his hairless legs and formed a nice bulge, especially when he would get out of his desk to talk to me, placing one leg on the chair of his desk and turning towards me. I could never really see anything, but it was a nice view, and one that I found myself wanting to experience more and more. Perhaps I would get the chance if he tried out for soccer. "Sure, man," I said. "Doesn't hurt to tryout, right? What do you think, Lyle?" "Definitely," Lyle agreed. "He'll probably make JV. You ever played soccer before, Mitch?" "Just with friends," Mitchell answered. "I like it, though." "Alright, then," I said. "I'll see you at tryouts." The following period, I made sure to ask Colin and Paden if they were going to tryout. I knew that Paden would, but I wasn't so sure about Colin. We hadn't really spoken about anything outside of school stuff since our after-Homecoming encounter. He still came by my room after lunch to pick up his books and notebook for the remainder of the day, but he never stayed long. One day, I had noticed a girl standing outside waiting for him as we chatted briefly. "Is that Val?" I asked, never having seen her before. He blushed without answering. I looked at him, confused by his reaction, and just shrugged. "Why don't you ever tell her to come in?" "I dunno," he answered. "I gotta go, though." His response puzzled me, but I decided to drop it. That day, he told me that he was planning to tryout for soccer. I was, of course, very happy to hear it. So far, I knew that Paden, Colin, Lyle, Mitchell, and Todd would be trying out for soccer. After lunch, I was going to push Chaz to do it also. I knew that Paden would make Varsity, but I wasn't so sure about the others, especially Colin. Part of me wanted Colin to make Varsity, because I knew that he really wanted it, but part of me wanted him to stay on JV, so that I could spend more time with him. During 5th period, before I even had a chance to mention it to Chaz, he said to me, "So I think that I'm gonna tryout for soccer." "Yeah?" I said. "You should go for it." "You're coaching, right?" he asked. "Nah," I said. "I'm just the sponsor." "That's cool. I'm definitely gonna do it." The day of tryouts arrived, and I headed down to Coach Grayson's room in the math department wing. He had a goatee and was shorter than I, and older, although not as old as his white hair made him seem. I had never met his son, the JV coach before. I walked into the room, and Grayson greeted me. "Hey, Alex," Grayson said. "I'm really glad that you volunteered to do this; it'll make it a hell of lot easier for me and my wife if we don't have to go on all the JV AND Varsity trips." "It's no problem," I answered. "I'm happy to do it." "Good, good," he said. "Let me introduce you to my son, Aaron." He gestured towards his desk, where a tall blond man about 21-years-old was standing. Aaron was standing with his arms crossed, looking smug. When his father introduced us, he gave a quick wave of his hand. I smirked inwardly, amused that he had such attitude towards me when we had just met. He was confident, which I appreciated, but I didn't like cocky, especially if it was directed at me. Not to take anything away from Aaron, he was attractive and clearly had kept in shape since his time as a high school athlete, but there was nothing extraordinary about him. The stories that the students had told me about him, namely that he still lived at home with his parents and relied on them, made it hard to take any kind of conceit seriously. "Nice to meet you, Aaron," I said, offering my hand to shake. He reluctantly shook my hand, squeezing it as hard as possible. I grinned, squeezing back. His eyes got wide, and he let go. It seemed like this could easily turn into a battle of egos. "You guys ready to head down to the field?" Grayson asked. "Yep," I said. Aaron left the room first, and Grayson and I hung back a little. "Don't mind Aaron," Grayson said. "He thinks that you're here to take his job. I tried to explain to him that we have to have a faculty sponsor, and that you're not here to be the coach, just an advisor." I chuckled. "It's cool," I said. "I have no desire to be the coach. I'm cool with staying back a little." We caught up with Aaron and walked down to the field. A lot of the boys were there, some stretching and some kicking the balls around already. "Hey, Aaron," I said as Grayson walked out to the field to start getting the boys in order. "How's it going?" "I don't need a babysitter," he said. I looked at him quizzically. "What?" "I don't need a fucking babysitter," he repeated. "I think that I can handle coaching some high school kids." I laughed. "I'm not here to babysit you," I answered. "I'm here because the law requires you to have a faculty sponsor, and since you're not a teacher here, someone else has to do it. You can be the coach, no one wants to keep you from that, but you need a sponsor to get the boys to the games." He didn't answer, but looked back at the field. A few minutes later, I heard shouts of "Mr. A!" from behind me. I turned around to see Paden, Colin, Chaz, and Todd approaching. I smiled and waved at them. They ran up, all wearing their soccer shorts and cleats. My dick chubbed up a little watching them, four sets of powerful teenage legs approaching, disappearing underneath the thin material of their nylon shorts. I could see compression shorts sticking out the bottom of Paden's Adidas shorts. "Hey guys," I said, walking over to them. "Ready for this?" "Hell yeah," Paden said, looking over my shoulder and giving a nod to Aaron. I turned around to see Aaron glaring at us. "Yeah, like Paden's not going to make Varsity," Todd said. "He doesn't even have to be here." "Shut up, Todd," Paden said. "Everyone has to tryout; no one's guaranteed." "Except you," Colin offered. I laughed. "Think you'll make it, Chaz?" I asked, admiring the boy's fairly hairless, tan legs, which stood in contrast to the hairy legs of Colin, Paden, and Todd. "Yeah, I think so," he said. "At least on JV. I'm pretty awesome," he joked, flexing his biceps and rubbing them. I chuckled. "You do know that you aren't allowed to use your hands in soccer, right?" The others laughed. "It's all about the legs," Paden said, flexing his right leg. "Hey, guys," came the shout from Aaron, "get over here, we're getting started." With a nod, the boys ran past me to the field. I turned around and walked over to where I had stood with Aaron before. For the next hour and a half, Coach Grayson ran the boys ragged, assessing their dribbling, passing, and shooting skills, putting their stamina to the test as well. He switched back and forth between checking how they did alone and how they worked with a group. I watched my boys very closely. Paden and Todd were definitely the best of my boys, and Paden was probably the best on the whole team. Colin was pretty good, but I didn't think that he looked to be at the same level as the Varsity kids. Lyle was excellent, but I knew how much they didn't like to put freshmen on Varsity; Paden had been an exception the year before. Mitchell and Chaz had a natural athleticism that with coaching and practice would turn them into decent players, but they wouldn't make Varsity, at least not this year. A few other players caught my eye, namely several of the guys who had played Varsity the year before. I recognized them because they looked older and, except for Paden, didn't seem to be taking the tryout very seriously. In that group, I recognized Troy and Peter, who had both been part of the circle jerk that Colin had told me about in IM. There was also Carl, another former student. I didn't recognize any of the others, but several caught my eye, especially the two tall, blond goalies. I made note of the positions the others played, so that I could find out unobtrusively who they were. I recognized only three other boys: Evan and Marcus, infamous for their double-fuck of Nelson at the soccer camp (and their double-suck of me), and Mike, who had also participated in our celebratory activities on our last night at Clemson. Two others did catch my eye, however. Judging by their size, I guessed that they were freshmen. There was another boy with shaggy brown hair, the most popular style among boys these days, it seemed, and finally another blond boy, taller than the other freshmen, but thinner than the older boys. As I watched the testing take place, my mind wandered, watching the legs of the boys as they pumped up and down, their chests heaving. My cock chubbed, bulging more in my pants, and I found myself crotch-watching a group of teenage boys, looking for those that hadn't worn a jock or compression shorts, trying to catch a glimpse of their junk bouncing up and down as they ran. For the first time, really, I found myself attracted to a group of boys whom I didn't know. I had gone to all of the soccer games, both Varsity and JV, the previous year, and I hadn't ever noticed the players in the way that I was noticing them now. I couldn't (and wouldn't) deny that I had developed an attraction to several of the teenagers in my school, but it had always been the result of an emotional connection that existed before anything became physical, such as with Colin and Paden, or a mutual interest in that kind of sex, such as with Derek, the boys in the Club, Todd and the others. I realized that with the way that I had looked at Mitchell and Chaz in class from the first day, and now with the way that I was watching this group of high school jocks, I was developing an attraction to teens that was purely physical. I didn't know most of these guys at all; and I had no indication that any of them would be interested in anything homosexual. I wasn't as torn about my feelings about Chaz and Mitchell, as a connection had developed between us, but the lust that I felt for the others, having seen them just this time, worried me a little. My semi-erect cock deflated. Coach Grayson finished with the boys, and sent them on their way. As they left, several shouted, "Bye, Mr. A!" as they walked by, and there was a "Later, Abs" from Colin. "So what now?" I asked Grayson. "We'll talk about who makes the team and whether they make Varsity or JV," Grayson answered, motioning for us to follow him. We walked back to his classroom and circled the desks to talk about what we had seen. Grayson had pretty much already made his decisions, and his son and I were only there to confirm what he thought. All the boys from the previous year who had made Varsity were again on the team with a few additions, including two freshmen. Neither, however, was Lyle. As for the JV team, Grayson's opinion was to put everyone who didn't make Varsity on the team, but Aaron balked at this. "I don't want to deal with a bunch of kids who have no idea what they're doing," he said. "It'll just make it more difficult." The previous year's record wasn't very good, and Aaron was looking to make sure it was much improved. "Like who?" his father asked him. Aaron pointed to several names, among them Mitchell, and all of them freshmen. "Don't be stupid, Aaron," Grayson said. "We have to have some freshmen." "We do have some, like Lyle and Travis, some that are good, but these others can't do anything." "Isn't that why we have practice and coaching?" I said, feeling the need to defend Mitchell. Aaron glared at me, but Grayson chuckled a little. "Alex is right, Aaron," he said. "We have to make sure we have enough kids working their way up through the ranks to make Varsity eventually. I'm not saying that all these kids are good or will be good, but they're all athletes and have the potential if they get to work with someone good. They're gonna stay." "Okay," Aaron reluctantly agreed. "Just remember, I'm the coach." Aaron turned and glared at me. "I know," I said. "I wasn't trying to stop on your toes. Just, as the faculty sponsor, I'm trying to make sure we have as much student involvement as possible. Makes our program look better, and we all want that." "Alright," Aaron said. "I'll post the list on Monday," Grayson said. "We'll start JV practice Tuesday." "Awesome," I said. "What do you need me to do?" "All we need is for you to show up at the practice field," Grayson said. "The administration didn't like me being the sponsor for both teams, because I'm too occupied coaching Varsity to be an actual monitor for JV. And I'm sure if Aaron needs anything else, he'll ask." Aaron nodded. I stood up. "Alright, I'll see you on Monday, then." Over the weekend, I thought a lot about my feelings watching the tryout, but after a conversation with Paden online, I decided that I was freaking out over nothing. "of course u liked it," Paden typed. "we're all hot." "hahaha," I wrote back. "very funny. seriously, though, i'm a little freaked out..." "but as long as you don't do anything, it's ok." "what do you mean?" "well, aaron has said that the girls are hot and no one thinks it's weird," Paden answered. "really? i wouldn't expect that from him. has he ever done anything?" I asked "not that i know of, but who knows? my point is if you do everything like you did before, it's cool." Paden was right. The fact that I found these guys attractive wasn't unusual; I had already come to terms with that, hadn't I? I just had to make sure that I didn't pursue any of them. If one of them approached me, as had happened with the others, I would respond, but I wouldn't actively pursue them. As long as I let them demonstrate their interest first, I could handle it. On Monday, there were some disappointed faces. Todd and Colin were both upset that they hadn't made Varsity, as well as Lyle. "I knew there wasn't much chance of it," Lyle said to me, "but since two other freshmen made it, it just kinda sucks." I reassured him that it wasn't a lack of skill on his part, but rather a need for him to stay on JV, because there wasn't space for him on Varsity. It was either stay on JV and play or make Varsity and sit out a season. By contrast, both Mitchell and Chaz were very happy to have made the team at all. "It's gonna be tight," Chaz said. "I can't wait." I laughed. I wish that I shared the same enthusiasm that Chaz did, but Aaron had so far shown himself to be a jackass, and I didn't foresee that changing any time soon. I was hesitant to get into any kind of power struggle with him, but I was also willing to put him in his place if need be. Tuesday afternoon, I headed down to the practice field and found Aaron waiting for me. "We need to head to the locker-room, first," Aaron said, "so that we can give them their gear." "Alright," I said. "Lead the way." Aaron led me over to the soccer locker-room, where the Varsity players had already gotten their gear the day before and were heading out to their field for practice. The JV kids were arriving and going inside. Aaron and I introduced ourselves to the players, and Aaron made it understood that he was the coach and that I was just there because I had to be. I looked at Colin, who rolled his eyes as Aaron said, "Just be clear, I'm the coach." I smiled. Aaron then went through his list, calling each boy and giving him his number and his duffle bag; he instructed them to pick out their shorts and generic shirts. Shirts in their appropriate sizes and numbers would be coming later. As he called their names, I nodded and smiled at all the boys that I knew, and I took note of the ones that I didn't know. Of them, only one caught my eye, a boy named Travis. I recognized his last name as the same as one of the guys on Varsity, and I figured they must be brothers. As I looked around the room, I realized that there were quite a number of boys on the JV soccer team that I liked. First and foremost was Colin, obviously, but there were several others with whom I also had experience, like Todd, Marcus, Evan, and Lyle. Then, there were the new ones, Chaz, Mitchell, and Travis. The only one missing from the soccer camp was Mike, who had made the Varsity team this year, to the jealousy of Marcus and Evan. At the very least, I thought, I wouldn't ever be bored at practice, and who knows what else might happen? I enjoyed watching the practice, I had to admit, and I could identify specific problems with some of the guys. I wondered whether I should talk to Aaron about them or just stand back and let him handle it. At the end of practice, Aaron walked off the field with the boys without saying a word to me. I followed after him and walked into the office where he was waiting while the boys showered and changed. "We need to talk," I said to him, shutting the door. "What?" he said, seemingly surprised that I was there. "Listen," I said, "I don't know what your fucking problem is. I tried to explain to you last week that I'm not here to be the coach or to threaten your job. I'm here because without me, you wouldn't even have a job. You don't have to like me, but you don't have to be a dick, either. Being a dick isn't going to change the fact that we're working together this season. Either get over it or get ready for a hell of a time." "Why you?" he asked. I again looked at him questioningly. "Why are you the one who has to be here? What the fuck do you know about soccer?" "First of all, because some of the kids and the principal asked me to be here. And I did go to the Clemson camp last summer, so I learned a little about coaching. But like I said, I don't plan to be the coach. I'm here because the law requires a faculty sponsor, and if you want my help with coaching, I'll do what I can. Finally, I played in high school and college," I said, "so I know a little bit about playing." "Really?" he said, for the first time warming up to me. "The kids never mentioned that." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Last year, I kept hearing Paden and Colin and a couple others talking about this awesome teacher that they had. Mr. A. I didn't think any student could like a teacher as much as they seemed to like you, but they talked about you all the time. No one said anything about you being a soccer player." These conversations would have happened well before my first encounter with Paden, so I smiled broadly, knowing that when they were talking about me, it wasn't because of anything sexual that had happened. It made me happy to know that there had been that connection and fondness before the physical relationship developed. "When I heard that you were going to be the sponsor and that you were going to the Clemson camp, I guess I got a little nervous." "Well, don't be nervous. It'll be better for everyone if we can just work together. And keep this in mind, I have a bunch of these guys in my classes, so that gives me a little extra control over them to get them to do what you want." "Now that's a good point," he said. "Sorry I was acting like such a dick. I guess I was partly intimidated since the kids already like you so much. I was afraid that they'd like you more and want you to be coach. A lot of 'em don't like me." "Don't worry about it," I said. "They don't have to like you." We shook hands and headed out into the locker-room, where the boys had already changed into their street clothes. Apparently most of them had decided not to shower after practice. Aaron gave a speech about everyone doing a good job that day and said that they would work on more specific stuff the next day. I nodded at my boys as they left, giving Colin a pat on the back. I made eye contact with Travis for the first time and nodded. He nodded back. Each day, we worked on dribbling, passing, and shooting the ball, and the boys were really coming together as a team, even Chaz and Mitchell, who had never played before. Lyle and Todd, both on defense, were by far the best players. Colin was a pretty good player, but the most improved since tryouts was undoubtedly Travis, whose talent seemed to be genetic. His brother, Miles, I had learned was the star goalie for Varsity. Practice went on for a couple of weeks before the first tournament, a weekend event held out of town for the JV only. It was a tournament that they hadn't been able to attend the year before, because the first Varsity tournament was also that weekend, but in a different city. With me as sponsor this year, they were able to go to this JV specific tournament while Grayson took the Varsity guys to theirs. We left after school on Friday; our first game would be played on Saturday, and depending how we did in the tournament, the semi-final and final games would be on Sunday, so we were going to be out of town for two nights. The boys were staying four to a room, but the adults were two to a room--Aaron and I shared a room and our parent chaperones, the father and mother of one of the boys on the team, also shared a room. Other parents would be coming in on Saturday to watch the games, but they had made their own housing arrangements. Friday night, we checked the boys into their rooms and set an 11 o'clock curfew. The rule was that they had to be in their rooms, but that we couldn't make them sleep. Most, however, wouldn't stay up too late the night before the game. I was surprisingly less excited about the trip than I had originally thought I would be. After all, it was an excuse to spend time with my boys outside of school. Two things dampened my excitement, however. First, given that there were other adults on the trip, my interaction with the boys was severely limited. After all, I didn't want to do or say anything that would make anyone suspicious. Second, I had felt less connected to Colin since our meeting after Homecoming and since he had gotten a girlfriend. We no longer chatted the way that we used to, and he rarely came by my room except for class and when it was necessary to pick up something that he had left there. I had noticed it happening for some time, but I thought that it was perhaps my imagination. Then, on the ride down, when I tried to talk to him, he didn't respond much. It was just different. I had figured from the beginning that he wasn't gay, and I had attributed his homosexual activity to teenage curiosity. All of his friends had engaged in it and gone on to date girls, so it wasn't that weird that he had also. In fact, I expected it to happen. I started out the same way, experimenting and satisfying my curiosity with my cousin and other males in my life, but I went on to date girls and still enjoyed sex with men and women. I had hoped, however, that when Colin moved on to girls, he and I would remain close, even if the sexual contact stopped. I cared a lot about him. After checking to make sure everyone was in their rooms at curfew, Aaron and I headed back to our room. Aaron grabbed the TV remote and flopped down on his bed. I walked over to the desk and pulled out my laptop; the hotel had free wireless Internet, so I decided to go online and check my e-mail. I heard the TV come on behind me, and Aaron started flipping through the channels. He finally settled on some sitcom. After checking my e-mail, I decided to take a shower. "Hey, man, I'm gonna take a shower," I said to Aaron. "Do you need to use the bathroom before I do?" "No, I'm good," he answered, looking over at me. "Cool," I said, standing at the edge of my bed and peeling off my shirt. I started to unbutton my pants. "Whoa!" Aaron exclaimed. I looked up, a little confused, and saw that his eyes were locked on my body. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, Alex," he said. "I just didn't realize your body was like that." I chuckled and thought briefly about what his reaction would be when I dropped my pants and was standing there in just my boxerbriefs. "Yeah, thanks," I said. "I guess that's why I heard Colin call you Abs!" I laughed aloud. "Yep, I guess that's why." Hopefully, Aaron wouldn't think to ask how it was that Colin had seen me shirtless. Aaron's eyes were still on me as I undid the buckle on my belt and unbuttoned my khaki pants. I unzipped them, the zipper sliding easily over the mound created by my chubbed up cock. I pulled my pants off and stood there in just my boxerbriefs. I loved the kind of attention that Aaron was giving me, as innocent as I assumed it was. He had never said or done anything to indicate that he was into guys, so my assumption was that his interest was simply that of a straight man impressed by the work that another had put into his body. I turned my head slightly to see if Aaron was still looking at me; he was, but he didn't realize that I knew. I stretched, reaching across my body with my right arm and grabbing my right shoulder with my left. I then did the same thing with my left before reaching into the air, extending my torso. These moves gave me a chance to show off my body and gave Aaron a chance to check me out while keeping things between us innocent and "normal". I looked up, and Aaron looked away. I walked past his bed to the bathroom, my cock- bulge swaying in my underwear as I went. I showered quickly, knowing that the more time I spent in the bathroom, the more I would want to jack off. I liked the attention from Aaron, and I knew that he had been impressed by my bulge, which only made me more turned on. That was how sex with other guys had started for me, anyway, me being turned on by the way that other dudes reacted to my big dick. Now, as I lathered up my scrotum and washed that sweaty place behind my balls, I had to resist the urge to wrap my hand around the already hardening shaft and stroke it to full hardness. When I finished showering, I stepped out of the tub, admiring myself in the mirror. My dick and sac hung lower than normal from the heat of the shower and from my rapidly increasing arousal. I dried off, giving a little more attention than necessary to my crotch area and causing a little more swelling in my groin. I looked in the mirror and smirked. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked out of the bathroom sporting a noticeable tent. On the way to my side of the room, I again had to walk by Aaron's bed. I was certain that my tent did not go unnoticed, and Aaron's eyes watched as it bounced by. I grabbed another pair of underwear out of my bag and pulled them on under my towel. Aaron watched as I stepped into my boxerbriefs; my towel slipped a little, revealing the top of my pubes, but nothing else. My full endowment remained a mystery to Aaron. I pulled the elastic out and over my elongated shaft and sac. I let the waistband go, and it snapped against my stomach. Tossing the towel aside, I then reached into my shorts to adjust my junk, never looking at Aaron, but knowing that he was watching. "Much better," I said, lying down on my bed. Aaron and I chatted for a bit, flipping through the channels on TV. The hotel had free HBO, and when we got to the channel, one of their "erotic" shows was playing. It seemed to be a show about strippers, and we stopped chatting as we watched. As the woman gyrated on stage, my dick chubbed up. I was lying on top of the covers, but Aaron was under them, so I couldn't gauge his reaction to the show. I began to feel uncomfortable for some reason, I think because I didn't know if Aaron was having the same reaction I was. I chuckled a little. "She looks like one of my students," I said, laughing. "Seriously?" Aaron said. "That's pretty hot." I looked at Aaron and smiled. "Honestly, man," Aaron said. "With all the hot girls I've seen at school, I don't know how you can handle it." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I'm only there for a few hours each day, and I see lots of hotties. If I were teaching there, I'd be throwing a bone all day long." I laughed. "I guess I manage to control myself somehow. It helps that they're all underage." Not that that had stopped me from hooking up with some of the boys, I reminded myself. Hooking up with girls was different for some reason, probably because of the pervading idea that boys were sexually more mature and active than girls were, and it was more acceptable for boys to be sexually active younger. It seemed more okay for me to have sex with the boys than to have sex with the girls. "Good thing you can control yourself," Aaron said. "I don't think it'd be very easy to hide that thing!" I was a little surprised that Aaron actually said something about my dick, which had produced a noticeably larger tent in my shorts. I looked over at him and grinned. "Believe me," I said, chuckling, "I know!" "You know who's hot, though?" Aaron said. "Who?" "Paden's girlfriend. Holy shit," Aaron said. "Oh really?" I said, never having actually met her. "Definitely. You ever seen her?" "A couple times," I answered. "She's pretty hot, I guess, for 16." "Lucky Paden," Aaron said. I grinned at him. "Nah, not from what I've heard." "What?" Aaron asked, sitting up a little. "I don't think she puts out much," I said. "How do you know that?" Aaron asked. I smiled, but only said, "When you're around teenagers for that many hours each day, a few secrets are bound to slip." Aaron grinned. "Nice." My dick was still only at half-mast, and I was rubbing it a little as we turned our attention back to the show on HBO. "This not doing it for you?" Aaron asked suddenly. "What?" I said. "This softcore stuff," Aaron said. "It doesn't do much for a guy." I chuckled quietly. "I guess not." "Last year," Aaron said, "when I didn't have to share a room, I would bring porn with me and a portable DVD player. Sit at the table and jerk it before bed." "Sounds like fun," I said. "Too bad we don't have a DVD; we could put it in my laptop and hook the laptop up to the TV." Aaron smiled wickedly. "I just happened to bring something with me." Aaron threw his covers back and jumped out of bed. I noticed a tent in his boxers; apparently the softcore stuff did the job for him. Or maybe he just liked checking me out. Out of his bag, Aaron pulled a DVD case on which I saw "Barely Legal" written in huge letters. A brunette girl with pigtails wearing a plaid skirt and open shirt a la Brittney Spears was on the cover. "Nice," I muttered, as Aaron flashed the case at me and walked toward me. I got out of bed and walked to the desk where my laptop and laptop case were. My cock in my stretched out underwear swayed heavily with each step. I pulled out the TV adapter and connected it to the TV and to the laptop. I took the DVD from Aaron and knelt down to put the computer on the floor. My endowment sagged down, dangling between my muscular thighs. I inserted the DVD and waited for it to begin playing before going back to my bed. Aaron was already lying on his bed, this time on top of the covers. Once again, I noticed that he was watching my movements very closely. Aaron and I watched in silence, fast-forwarding through much of the first two scenes. In the first, a young redhead was shown having sex with an older man, not very exciting, as he had a bit of a paunch, and I couldn't believe that she really enjoyed it. The second scene was a bit hotter, in which two football jocks double-teamed a blonde cheerleader. My dick swelled as I watched the two teen studs take turns at her holes. I began rubbing myself through my shorts, caressing my bulging and rapidly swelling dick. The lump continued to expand, stretching the cotton of my boxerbriefs. I glanced over at Aaron and saw that he was looking at me, watching me palm my cock through my shorts. He grinned and looked away. His dick, I noticed, was completely hard, and he was groping himself through his boxers. The third scene really got me going. It was set in the same school as the second, but in this scene, the schoolgirl from the cover was shown in a classroom coming on to her young teacher. He made a valiant effort at resisting, but nevertheless, his hand ended up in her blouse, and they were kissing passionately. "That's fucking hot," Aaron said. "You ever thought about doing it with a student?" "I think everyone does," I said, "but I would never do it." What a lie, I thought. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty dangerous," Aaron agreed. "But imagine if a girl like that was coming on to you." After a few minutes, Aaron said, "Man, I really wanna jack off." "Me, too," I said. I wasn't sure what was keeping me from doing it, but I felt as I had the first time I had jerked with another guy in high school, both of us looking at my brother's porn magazines, lying next to each other on my bed. We each popped boners, and both of us wanted to jerk off, but we were both nervous, not sure what the other one wanted to do or how the other would react. That's where I was right now with Aaron, except I didn't really know Aaron at all. Deep down, I knew he wanted to see my dick, and I knew we both wanted to jack off, but Aaron was someone I had to work with for the next few months, and someone who was in a position to fuck with my job if he wanted to, so I didn't want to take any chances. Aaron chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I feel like a teenager again, sitting with my buds, looking at porn, afraid to pull our dicks out." I looked over at him. "Who's afraid?" I asked and pulled my shorts down, hooking the elastic waistband under my goose-egg balls. My dick was completely hard, and its full, fat 9.5" length extended up my stomach, leaking onto my abs. "Holy shit," Aaron said, his eyes growing wide. "I guess you've done this before." I laughed, lifting my dick up and sliding my left fist up and down the thick length of it. "Yeah. I think just about everyone did in high school at least once. Didn't have as much access to porn, I guess, so we all had to share and watch together. I doubt boys these days do it as much thanks to the Internet." I turned my attention back to the TV where the teacher had his brunette student sitting on the edge of the desk as he knelt in front of her lapping at her teenage pussy. He spread her pink lips and slid his long tongue into her slit, swirling it around her clit as he ate her out. With his free hand, he reached between his legs and started stroking his large dick. He stood up and slipped his dickhead between her lips, pushing himself into her pussy. The young teacher's hard cock slid in and out of the girl's pussy as she lay back on the desk. I thought about Paden and I double-teaming Colin on my desk, and my dick throbbed, oozing precum down my fist. After a few more minutes of watching the video, I noticed that Aaron was looking at me again. I looked over at him and grinned, but didn't stop stroking. He still hadn't taken out his own dick, but he was rubbing it hard through his boxers; a wet spot appeared on them. I couldn't really tell how big he was, but he seemed to be of a decent size. "Our boys still do," Aaron said suddenly. I stopped stroking. "What?" I asked incredulously, refusing to believe that Aaron had any firsthand knowledge of what our boys did together. Hell, I knew it was true; I had experienced it, but how did he know? "Jerk off together," Aaron said. "They still do it." "How do you know?" I asked, sitting up in bed and turning to face him. I sat on the edge of the bed, my balls hanging loosely off the side, and my Italian meat rising up against my stomach, still dripping. Aaron turned to face me, his hard cock tenting his boxers. I guessed he was about 7.5 inches long, maybe a little more, but I wouldn't be able to tell for sure until he got the balls to whip it out. Aaron started talking excitedly and rapidly, reaching down and pulling on his dick through is boxers as he spoke. "Well, I don't know if they still do, but they did last year." I waved my hand in the "keep going" motion, leaning forward anxiously. "I had already done bedcheck, right? I went back to my room and was there for a bit, but then I got up to get some ice. As I passed by Todd's room--it was Todd, Colin, Evan, and Marcus in that room--I heard some noise. It was like a loud kinda like cheer sound, and a couple of 'holy shit' shouts." I grinned, knowing exactly why he had heard those sounds. "So I knocked on the door, and I heard all this moving around quickly, and one of them said, 'Just a second'. I knocked again, and Evan opened the door, looking a little flustered. I asked him what was going on, and he was like, 'Nothing, coach. Just watching some TV.' I walked into the room and started looking around. I really had no idea what had been going on, but I wanted to make sure no one else was in there and that they didn't have anything they weren't supposed to." I nodded. "Well, Colin and Todd were lying in the bed nearest the door, and I said hey to them, and then when I looked at the headboard above Todd's head, there were several splats of white. Then I knew why they had made so much noise." "Wow!" I said. "So kids these days still do that." I continued acting like I had no genuine idea about the sex lives of any of the guys on the team. "I guess they took so long to open the door 'cause they were trying to 'hide the evidence', but they missed some spots!" Aaron chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so." On the screen, the action had moved to the floor, and the teacher was now fucking his brunette student doggy style. I leaned back and started jerking off again, turning back to the TV. Aaron just watched me, still rubbing himself through his shorts. "Do you always jerk off inside your boxers?" I asked Aaron. "And do you always stare so hard at other guys when you do it," I teased him. He blushed and looked away; he immediately stopped rubbing himself. "Sorry," he stammered. "Don't worry about it, man," I said, sitting up again on the edge of the bed. "I'm just teasing you. I'm used to getting that reaction; I don't care. I like knowing that even straight guys can't take their eyes off my meat." "I've never seen a dick like yours before," Aaron said. "Not even in fucking porno films, much less real life. It's fucking THICK." Chuckling, I said, "Yeah, I've been told." "I can't stop looking at it," Aaron said. "I dunno why, but the way it moves when you stroke it. Geez." I laughed. "Thanks, man." Aaron was silent for a few moments; I sat there, putting my cock on display for him, moving it back and forth, rubbing it on my stomach. I squeezed the base, making it swell even fatter, and then I slid my hand up the length of it, rubbing my fingers over the swollen, flared head. Finally, what I had been waiting for him to say, "Can I touch it?" he asked, swallowing hard. I grinned at him, thrusting my hips forward a little. "Go ahead, man." Aaron got out of his bed, his boxers tented with his painfully hard dick, and came closer to me. "Take your shorts off, first," I said. Aaron dropped his shorts, revealing a cock about 8 inches long with average thickness. His pubes were thick and blond, and the same curly blond hair covered his nuts, which were a little bigger than average and were held close to his body in a tight sac. Aaron stood in front of me and reached down to grab my dick. "It might be easier if you got down on your knees," I suggested. He breathed in deeply and looked down at me. I met his gaze and smiled. He nodded and dropped to his knees. I pushed my dick down, so that my long, beercan thick Italian cock stared him directly in the face. The piss slit opened and shut repeatedly winking at Aaron as precum continued to ooze from the swollen spearhead tip. Aaron swallowed and reached for it. He wrapped his hand around the base of it. "Holy shit," he muttered. "This thing is heavy." I pushed my hips out and leaned back on the bed, putting my hands behind me. "That's why it sometimes takes two hands," I suggested, looking down at him. Aaron nodded and placed his other hand on my fat prong. I turned to watch the TV; the classroom scene was about to end, and the teacher stood over his brunette student, with his swollen cock aimed at her tits and face. I grinned, thinking about me being in that same position with Colin, and being in a similar position right now. Aaron started sliding both hands up and down my cock, squeezing the thickness of it tightly in his fists and using my precum as lube. I bucked my hips slightly as I watched the teacher unload on his student's face, his thick cum also splattering her firm tits. "Fuck yeah," I grunted as Aaron rubbed his thumb back and forth over my cockhead, smearing precum all over it. I made my cock twitch in Aaron's hands, flexing it for him. He groaned. "You're so fucking big," he muttered, stroking harder. His eyes remained fixed on my dick, watching it move and throb as he jacked me off. He began to focus on just the head, wrapping his left fist around it, and stroking just the head and a few inches of the shaft. With his right hand, he reached down and started to play with my large, egg-sized nads. He slid his hand up under the sac, and gently pulled on it, spreading the loose skin of my nutsac and my balls against the mattress. "Heavy balls, too," he said huskily. "Keep this up, and they're going to be much lighter in a few minutes," I joked. Aaron started stroking me faster. I brought my foot up and started rubbing Aaron's cock with it as he stroked mine and played with my cum-heavy balls. Aaron moaned, pushing his cock against my foot harder. I rubbed harder on his dick, applying more pressure to his cockhead, which like mine was sticky with precum. "Oh God," he muttered, scooting forward. I slid the sole of my foot up and down the length of his cock, pushing it against his body. Using my big toe, I put pressure on the underside of his cockhead. As I worked his cock with my right foot, Aaron continued eagerly stroking my dick. He had brought both hands back to my sausage. He created a rhythm, sliding first his left hand all the way down the length of my slimy cock, stroking it from the head to the base, and then immediately following it with his right. Fist over fist he rapidly stroked my swollen cock. My orgasm was building, and my balls were tightening up; Aaron was going to get messy. Aaron groaned suddenly, and I felt his cock twitch, and two shots of cum flew out of his cock onto his chest before I felt the remainder of his load trickle out onto my foot. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I grunted. "Watch out," I shouted, but Aaron didn't move; he was still focused entirely on my cock, watching it. His eyes got big as my piss slit gaped open, almost wide enough for the tip of his pinky to fit in, and the first thick, rope of creamy Italian jism leapt out of my cock and hit in him in the chin. He turned his head, and the next wad hit him squarely in the cheek with a loud splat. He pushed my cock down, and the next string of cream hit him in the neck and shoulder. He held on to my cock, which made the mess even worse. Each time he was hit, he moved his head and jerked my cock another direction. Another load hit him in the chest, another in his forehead. Two shots flew over his head before he aimed my cock down and three more landed heavily on the carpet, grazing his thigh. My orgasm subsided, but Aaron didn't let go of my cock; it began to soften in his hand. I breathed in deeply and looked down at my stroker. Aaron looked up at me, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. I chuckled a little. "I'm sorry about that, man," I said. "I should have warned you." "N-n-no problem," Aaron stammered. "You told me to watch out, but I just couldn't let go." "Still can't?" I asked, smirking. "What?" Aaron looked at his hands. "Oh, sorry," he said, releasing my cock. It was still semi-hard. I reached down and grabbed the base; I squeezed from the base to the tip a couple of times, milking the remaining cum out of the wide shaft. A long string of cum oozed out of it and fell to the floor. I shook my dick, getting the last drops off the tip; Aaron continued staring at it, watching my cock flop up and down in front of his face. "I've never seen anything like that," Aaron said. "That was amazing." I said nothing, but grinned broadly at him. I took pleasure in the fact that I had marked this guy, in large part because he had begun our relationship by being such a jerk to me. Sure, he had gotten over it and been decent to me since then, but I still remembered the cocky attitude he gave me when we first started working together. Now, he was on his knees, enthralled with my huge schlong and wearing my cum. I was even more pleased with the fact that I knew that Aaron really was a straight guy who to his own surprise had found himself drawn to my cock. "Well, thanks for the help, Aaron," I said, as an indication that he could get off of his knees. "Oh, right," Aaron said, taking his gaze off my now completely flaccid dick and standing up. "I think that I'm gonna go take a shower now." He touched the cum that was drying on his face. "Probably a good idea," I joked. "I'm gonna get to sleep." "Okay," he said, "see you in the morning." I got out of bed and turned off the DVD, which had continued to play on to the next scene without us watching. My cock swayed pendulously and my balls hit my thighs as I walked back to my bed. Aaron simply stood there watching me. "Go take a shower, man," I said, "unless you like the feel of another dude's cum all over you." "Yeah, right, sorry," Aaron said, heading to the bathroom. 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