Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2005 08:40:53 -0400 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: soccer tourney 2 This is the second part of what was one much larger chapter. The first part has already been posted as "soccer tourney 1". Please read the preliminary remarks to that chapter for additional information. Keep in mind, soccer tourney 1 and 2 were written as one whole chapter, so it's best if you read them both! 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.) ******************* The next morning, I woke up before Aaron and pulled on some pajama pants with no underwear. My flaccid cock tented the pants and bounced noticeably when I walked. I headed out of the room to make sure that the boys were up. They needed time to warm-up before their first game, and we needed to get on the bus and over to the field where we were playing. I went around banging on their doors and was unsurprised to find that most of them were already awake and ready to go. I told them that they had 45 minutes to shower and be at the bus. I knocked on Todd's door, and he opened it wearing only his boxers. "Everyone up in here?" I asked him. "I dunno about up," he said, "but we're all awake." "Very funny, Todd," I said. "Tell the others that you guys have 45 minutes." "Alright, I will," he said. He turned around shouted, "Lyle, Evan, Marcus, we have 45 minutes!" I cocked my eyebrow. I had forgotten that they were sharing a room. "Like a soccer camp reunion in there, huh?" Todd grinned. "You should have been here last night." I laughed. "Nice," I said, wondering if I should mention my encounter with Aaron or not. A lot of the kids didn't like Aaron much, including Todd, and I wondered if he'd like Aaron more or less knowing what had happened. I decided not to say anything. "But you know that you aren't supposed to do that before a game! I just hope you didn't wear yourselves out!" "Nah, we're teenagers. We just keep going and going and..." "I get it," I said. "Get dressed." I walked off to check on the last room. It was Colin's room, and I had purposely saved it for last. I knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Travis opened it. I was again struck by how beautiful this freshman was. He had smooth, ruddy cheeks and shaggy, curly dark brown hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so his smooth chest and narrow waist were clearly visible. I looked him over quickly; my cock twitched in my pajamas. "What's up, Mr. A?" he asked, glancing at me. "Just making sure everyone is awake in here," I said. "You guys have about 45 minutes to get ready and be at the bus." "Yeah, we're all up," Travis said. I was disappointed that Colin hadn't opened the door, and so I asked, "Where's Colin?" "He's right here," Travis answered stepping aside. I stepped into the room and saw that Colin was talking on his cell phone in just his boxers. He looked at me and nodded his head. I smiled back and waved. I walked back to the door, and Travis followed me out, closing the door behind him. "He's talking to his girlfriend," Travis said, putting "girlfriend" in quotation marks with his hands. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, everyone knows Colin's a little fruity, Mr. A," Travis said. "How do you figure?" I persisted. "I dunno," Travis said, "just this feeling I got." A little smirk played across Travis's red lips. "Hmmm," I said. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that. As long as there aren't any problems." "Nah," Travis assured me. "Everything's cool." "Alright, well, let me know if you need anything," I said, heading back to my room to change clothes. I walked into the room, and Aaron was up and changed already. I walked past him, and his eyes followed me again. "Geez, man," he said. "What?" I asked, dropping my pants. My soft cock hung heavily over my big, Italian balls. "Did you go checking on the kids wearing that? Your shit's bouncing all over." "Yeah, I did," I said. "Why?" I pulled on a pair of boxerbriefs, rearranging my meat comfortably inside the stretchy cotton. "Damn. You don't care who knows what you've got there, do you?" "Why would I?" I laughed. "It's not like there's something wrong with me." I put on my shorts. "I guess," Aaron agreed. "Did anyone say anything?" "Nah. I got a lot of looks, though, but none of the guys said anything. Mr. Thomas' wife seemed to really like the view, though." Aaron laughed. "Nice! You should go for it. Fuck a soccer mom." "She's a little old for me," I said. I found my deodorant and put it on along with some cologne before pulling on my t-shirt. I turned to Aaron. "There, does it show too much in these?" Aaron looked me over. "Nah. You can tell you got some meat, but not that it's horse meat." We laughed. "I think I'm gonna go eat breakfast. The kids should be eating and heading to the bus about now, too." We headed out of the room. We ate breakfast and boarded the bus before any of the boys showed up. One by one, they started filing out of the hotel carrying their duffle bags. I saw Mitchell walking with Lyle; he looked a lot more calm than he had when I had seen him in the morning. He was really nervous about his first tournament, but I hoped that I had calmed him down. Even Chaz, cocky as he was, seemed a little nervous. Only these two had never played soccer with an organized team before, so their apprehension wasn't surprising. I said hey to each one as they boarded the bus. Travis and Colin boarded the bus at the same time. "Hey Mr. A," Travis said. "Abs," Colin said, nodding at me. Colin again seemed aloof, but I wasn't sure how much of that was my imagination and how much was true. After all, maybe he just didn't want to do anything that seemed suspicious when there were so many others around. Nevertheless, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, or was changing, between us. Naturally, the boys were very pumped for their first game, so they were quite rowdy on the bus ride over. We got to the other school in about 25 minutes, which gave the guys plenty of warm-up time before their first game. Aaron guided them through the warm-up and gave them a typical pep talk. We were actually the first team to play that day, so that made it more difficult. We had no idea how the other teams were. We ended up doing quite well in the tournament and made it to the semifinals. A few teams had dropped out of the tournament, so the coordinators decided to hold semifinals on Saturday with only the final match and the game for third place on Sunday, allowing everyone to get home a little earlier on Sunday. Unfortunately, we lost our game, so we wouldn't be competing for the championship. We would, however, be playing the other losing team in the morning for third place. The boys were even rowdier on the trip back. Before they got off the bus, we reminded them about the curfew and set them out to go to dinner. Aaron and I went to dinner with some of the parents. They were also very happy with the results of the day. Everyone was a little disappointed that we lost the semifinal match, but no one was complaining about playing for third. "We just have to make sure they don't try to stay up all night celebrating," Aaron said. "Well, we can't do much but make sure that they're in their rooms at curfew," I said, "and maybe go out and check in the middle of the night to see if anyone's up." After dinner, we headed back to the room. On the way, we saw Todd, who motioned for me to come over to him. I told Aaron that I'd see him back at the room and walked over to Todd. "What's up?" I asked. "We're gonna have a little more fun in my room tonight," Todd said. "Lyle, Marcus, Evan, and myself will all be there, maybe a couple of other guys." "Oh yeah?" I said. "Yeah, you should drop by," Todd said. "It'll be like told times." I laughed. "I'll think about it. What other guys? Colin?" "I'll ask Colin, definitely," Todd answered. "I know how much you like him, and he likes to be involved in these things." "What do you know about some of these others, like Mitchell, Chaz, and Travis?" "I know that Chaz is not into it, or at least I haven't heard about him ever doing anything with anyone but a girl. I don't know about Travis and Mitchell, though. They're just freshmen, so I don't know about them. I'll ask Lyle, though." "Well, see what you can do," I said. "You'll be there?" "Yeah, if I can get out without making Aaron suspicious." "Awesome." That night, Aaron and I headed back to our room after checking the rooms to make sure everyone was in at curfew. Once inside, I again gave Aaron a show as I stripped down to take my shower. This time, he wasn't shy about watching me, and he openly ogled my cock and body. "Still like what you see?" I said to him, waving my floppy cock in his direction. "I'm sorry, Alex," he said. "Like I told you earlier, I feel like I can't control it; I can't take my eyes away. From your ripped body to your big dick; you're perfect." "That's getting kinda gay, Aaron," I said, knowing that this comment would perhaps turn off his interest for the night, allowing me to head to Todd's room without having to give Aaron another load. Aaron looked horrified. "What?" he said. "What you just said sounds pretty gay to me, dude," I said, inwardly laughing. "Oh," Aaron said, dejected. "Sorry about that. I just meant that, you know, you look good." Aaron looked away. "It's cool, dude," I said. "It doesn't matter if you are; I like being admired." "I'm not, though," Aaron said, his voice getting slightly louder and angrier. "Calm down, then," I said. "That's cool, too. I'm only fucking with you." "Well, okay, then," Aaron said, calming down, "'cause I'm not." In Aaron's mind, "gay" meant something very specific, and what we had done, and the fact that he kept looking at me, wasn't really "gay", it was just two guys hanging out and having fun. My suggestion that he might actually be homosexual, however, really got to him and freed me to go to Todd's later without having to pull my dick away from Aaron. He would be too hesitant even to suggest that we watch porn together again, much less jerk off together. He'd probably think about it and realize that he was still into me, gay or not. "I know you aren't, dude," I said. "I was only joking with you. Sorry." "Nah, it's cool," he said, lying back on his bed. I headed into the bathroom to shower. When I got out of the shower, Aaron was already asleep. I felt kind of bad about getting him riled up with the gay comment, and I hoped that he wouldn't hold a grudge. I wanted things to be cool between us still, but I also wanted to have some time with the boys. I put on the pajamas that I had worn that morning and a wifebeater. I watched TV for about 10 minutes to make sure that Aaron really was asleep, and then I grabbed my keycard and headed toward Todd's room. I knocked on Todd's door, and he answered it again wearing only his boxers. He smiled when he saw me. "Nice," he said. "Glad you made it." I winked at him. "Thanks, me too. Do they know I'm coming?" Todd shook his head; I smiled. It'd be a nice surprise for the boys from the camp, but probably quite a shock if there were anyone new there. I followed Todd into the room. When Lyle saw me, he shouted, "Mr. A! What's up, man?" Marcus and Evan were grinning stupidly. I looked around the room, but Colin was nowhere in sight. Travis, however, was sitting in a chair by the window. When he heard my name, his head snapped up and a terrified look crossed his face. They weren't supposed to be out of their rooms after curfew, and no doubt his first thought was that he was going to be in trouble. He didn't say anything, perhaps hoping that I wouldn't notice him. "Hey, Travis," I said, "how are you?" He stammered, "Um...fine, thanks, I guess, Mr. A." Todd and I laughed. "Where's Colin?" I asked Todd. "I asked him if he wanted to join us, and he said no, surprisingly. I even told him that you were going to try to make it," Todd explained. "Did he say why?" I asked. "Not really," Todd answered. "He said he was tired and wanted to rest up for the game tomorrow." Part of me couldn't help but wonder if he had stayed away because I was going to be there. I tried to remember that not everything was always about me and that there were other things that he was dealing with, namely the fact that for the past couple of years, he had quite a few sexual experiences with guys and now was working on a relationship with a girl. He wasn't talking to me about anything, so I didn't really know what was going on, but I hoped that he would get over it or finally talk to me. "Wait," Travis said. "You're here, like, to hang out with us?" "Yeah, I guess so," I answered, "if you want to call it that." Travis turned to Todd. "But I thought that we were gonna watch..." His voice trailed off. "We are," Todd said. Travis looked back and forth between us. "Believe me, Trav, we've done much worse," Lyle said. I found out later that it was thanks to Lyle that Travis was even there. Todd had asked Lyle, the only other freshman there, if he knew anything about Travis and whether Travis would be interested or not. Lyle and Travis apparently had some mutual friends from middle school with whom they were both known to jerk off. Lyle had said that it had been awhile since he and Travis had been in a circle together, but that it was worth it to ask him. Travis still looked a little confused, but just shrugged his shoulders and pushed the hair out of his eyes. He was very cute, with a thin muscular body that was still developing. I wanted to see my dick and cum on his pretty face, but I didn't know if he was into that. My cock plumped up at the thought of it. Travis sat in a chair by the window, and Lyle sat in a chair on the other side of the room. Marcus and Evan were lying side-by-side on one of the beds, and the other was empty. I guessed that was where Todd and I would go. All the boys were wearing only their boxers, so I reached down, grasped my shirt at the bottom, and pulled it off over my head. I could feel them all staring at me, including Travis, which caused my dick to chub a little more. I pretended not to notice and climbed onto the bed. Todd pulled a bag out of his suitcase and produced several different porn DVDs. "What do you guys want to watch?" he asked. "I vote for the gangbang one," I said, "or the facials one." All of his videos were a collection of scenes specific to one topic. The others voiced their agreement, and Todd chose the facials one and inserted it into his portable DVD player, which they had hooked up to the TV. "We watched the gangbang one last night," he said, lying down next to me on the bed. As we watched the video, my cock grew in my pajamas, and I began rubbing it. The boys were also rubbing their hard dicks through their boxers. I didn't feel the same kind of uneasiness that I had the night before with Aaron, because we all knew that we were there to watch porn and get off. Still, I was surprised that none of the boys had already whipped out their dicks, especially since I had been with all of them except Travis before. Finally, I lifted my hips off the bed, pushed my pants down over my ass and my cock and balls, and threw them aside. My cock was only semi-hard, so it was still pretty floppy. My movement caught everyone's attention, and they were all staring at me as I lay back down on the bed. I flopped my cock around a bit, pulling on the head and stretching it out. "Shit, I forgot how big it was," Lyle whispered huskily as he watched me pulling on my dick. "That thing isn't even hard, yet," Travis said. "I think you might be bigger than my bro, and he's pretty big!" I chuckled. "Let's see how big it gets." The others slid their underwear off and started stroking their hard cocks as we turned our attention back to the video. In no time, my dick reached its full 9.5x8 inch length. I spread my legs, throwing my left one over Todd's surprisingly hairy right leg, and my heavy nuts sagged between my thighs. Lyle's cock seemed to have grown a bit since the summer, but nothing dramatic. He reached probably about 5" now. The other boys looked about the same size as they had at Clemson. Where Travis was sitting, I wasn't able to see his cock. We watched the video for several minutes, the sounds of our hands sliding up and down our precum slicked pricks filled the room. Suddenly, Lyle was next to me and put his hand on my dick. I let go of my cock and put my hands behind my head. Lyle stroked both of our cocks as we all watched the video. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. Evan and Marcus were also stroking each other; Todd's eyes were fixed firmly on the video as he jacked his own dick. He pressed down against the base of his dick, putting pressure on his pelvis, with his left hand, while he squeezed and stroked the head with his other. Travis was looking past Marcus and Evan and was staring at Lyle and me, watching as the blond freshman worked his hands all over my fat meat, occasionally reaching with one hand to stroke his own 5" prick. Travis stood up, revealing to me his dick for the first time. Like the rest of him, it was beautifully shaped and smooth. It stuck straight up in the air, the head reaching to the lower part of his flat stomach. He was about the same length as Marcus and Evan, a respectable 6", but still thin. His balls were hairless, but kind of large and tight. Travis walked over to Lyle and me and without a word sat down on the bed. He pulled Lyle's lower body closer to him. Travis took Lyle's small, rigid prick in his right hand and started stroking it. He then grabbed his own shapely teencock in his other hand and started rubbing it up and down. Lyle moaned softly and started thrusting his hips a little; he now worked both hands up and down the length and breadth of my swollen Italian prong. It wasn't long before Todd, who was being jostled on the bed by the movements of Travis, Lyle, and myself, joined in the action, taking Travis' cock into one hand and stroking his own cock with the other. At this point, the video was all but forgotten. Marcus and Evan remained wrapped up in their own world. Evan was now on top of Marcus, and they were kissing, grinding their hard cocks against each other, two sweaty teenjock bodies writhing on a bed. I watched as Evan thrust his hips down against Marcus; Marcus grabbed Evan's muscular ass and pushed back against him with his hips. They groaned and grunted together, kissing and feeling each other's hard, jock bodies. The four of us on the bed worked our way into a circle, each of us kneeling down. Lyle was to my right, Todd was to my left, and Travis was between them, directly across from me. I reached over and took Lyle's stiff 14-year-old cock in my right hand. I slid my hand up the length of it and rubbed my thumb over the tip. He shuddered and arched forward. Lyle and Todd both reached for my cock, using both of their hands on it. I looked across, admiring Travis as Lyle reached with his right hand to grasp Travis' cock and Travis did the same for Todd's. I made my cock flex in their hands; it throbbed and leaked onto their fists. Travis continued staring at me, and I stared right back. His cheeks were flushed, and his curly brown hair clung to his forehead. After several minutes, he stopped and leaned over to Lyle. He whispered something in Lyle's ear, and Lyle smiled, letting go of my cock. The two freshmen traded places, and Travis wrapped his hand around my cock for the first time. "Holy shit," he muttered. "This is way bigger than my brother's. A lot messier, too." He pulled his hand off my dick; strings of precum stuck between his fingers. "Squeeze harder," I instructed him, ignoring the second comment he had made about his brother's dick. I wondered what exactly the two of them had done together. His brother, as I recalled, was a very hot blond goalie on the Varsity team. Travis responded and started stroking my dick, quickly running his hand up and down the length of it. I reached over and returned the favor, taking his perfectly shaped soccer jock cock into my fist and giving it the same treatment that I had given Lyle's and garnering the same reaction: a moan and a shiver. Travis and I stroked each other while Lyle and Todd stroked each other. To my left, Marcus and Evan continued their grindfuck, with Marcus now on top. "You and Mr. A, man," Lyle said to Todd. "Messy fucking guys." He too showed his hand, sticky with precum from mine and Todd's dicks. I could feel the stroke session coming to an end, as the boys were moaning louder and their movements were becoming more erratic. Their legs shuddered, causing the bed to shake even more. I wanted to be across from Travis, because I really wanted to see my cum on him, and I wasn't sure if there would be another opportunity for that to happen. I looked at Todd, and he seemed to get what I wanted, so he and I switched places. Now, Todd and I stroked each other while the freshmen stroked each other. Our hands slid easily up and down each other's shafts, slick with the copious amount of precum we had been oozing all night. I grasped Todd's 7" cock in my right hand, prepared to aim it at Lyle when it began firing. Todd kept mine pointed directly at Travis. Neither freshman seemed to know what he was in for. Behind me, I heard Marcus groan loudly. "Oh fuck, Evan," he grunted. "I'm cumming." He moaned repeatedly, a series of unintelligible grunts escaping his lips. Seconds later, Evan let out a stifled whimper of his own, and I knew that he too was unloading on his friend. Travis came first. His legs trembled and he arched over again. He let out a strangled groan, and several shots of teencream fired out of his cock and landed on the bedspread between us. He seemed proud of his load, even more so when a few moments later Lyle began groaning loudly, and his much more watery (yet slightly more voluminous) load oozed out of his blond balls and dripped down Travis' hand. Todd and I stroked each other faster now, our hands sliding rapidly up and down each other's cocks. My load was building, and my heavy cumtanks pulled close to my body. Evan and Marcus were out of bed and were now standing nearby. Travis and Lyle watched Todd and I jerking each other off. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna bust." Todd groaned, "Me fucking too." "Do it," Evan encouraged. "Shoot it, man." "FUCK!" I shouted as the first spurt of cum rose up through the thick tube of my cock and fired from the swollen cockhead, hitting Travis squarely in the stomach. Todd's first load did the same, hitting Lyle in the stomach. Todd and I continued spraying, load after load of cum rocketing out of our cocks and splattering against the hard bodies of the teens in front of us. At some point, he took hold of his own cock, and I took hold of mine. I aimed more up, hoping to hit Travis in the face. Three loads managed to make it, two on his cheek and one on his chin. A couple rocketed past his head, and I aimed down again, hitting him in the chest. I shot 11 wads of cum before the remainder oozed out of my cock to join the loads dumped by Lyle and Travis on the bed. Todd shot a similar amount. When it was all over, Travis and Lyle were covered in our cum. Lyle didn't seem to mind, but Travis seemed shocked. Lyle chuckled. "Sorry about that, man," he said. "I guess that I should have warned you what these guys shoot like. I should have known this was gonna happen when they had us directly across from them." Lyle rubbed Todd's cum all over his chest and onto his still- hard cock. I watched as my cum dripped its way down Travis' smooth cheek and trickled from his chin. "Oh my fucking God," he said. "That was fucking amazing. I've never seen so much cum from one person before." Todd and I laughed. "I get that a lot," I said. "Same here," Todd agreed. "That's why they call me the Blaster." "Fuuuuck," Travis said. "You really got me, Mr. A." "Sorry about that," I lied. "Sometimes, it's hard to control the hose." "I bet it is, especially when that thing starts firing," Evan said. I looked around and all the boys still sported hard cocks; my own had deflated a bit, but wasn't completely soft. Lyle reached over and started stroking me again. Soon, my cock as back to its full, hard size. "I want you to fuck me again, Abs," Lyle said. "What?!?" Travis said. "You fuck guys? Again?" I chuckled a little. "Let's just say that the last night at the Clemson camp was fun for everyone here in this room." "There's no way this thing is gonna fit," Travis said, reaching out and grabbing my cock, "in there," he finished pointing at Lyle. "Sounds like a challenge, Mr. A" Todd said. "What are you going to do?" "You know how I like challenges," I responded. "I accept your challenge, Travis. What do I get if I win?" Travis looked scared. "What do you mean?" "If I meet your challenge and can fit my cock inside Lyle, what do I get?" "I dunno," Travis said. "What do you want?" I grinned. "I'm sure that I can think of something." Lyle and I moved into a 69 position on the bed. I was lying on my back, holding my dick straight up in the air. Lyle climbed on top of me, sticking his small cock in my face. I took his blond, teendick into my mouth and gently sucked on it, pulling him down by his ass. I kneaded his muscular jock buttcheeks with my fingers, working my way closer to his hole. He groaned as I touched my fingertips to his hole for the first time, applying just a little pressure. He held my dick up and was swirling his tongue over the head, tasting my precum. He licked me like a lollipop, sliding his tongue up and down the length of my cock, and then swabbing the head repeatedly. I was swirling my tongue all around his cock as he prepared to take me into his mouth. The other boys stood around the bed, watching us and stroking their cocks. I released Lyle's cock from my mouth and pulled him down further, letting his cock slide onto my neck. I brought my head up and spread his cheeks, getting access to his smooth hole. He opened his mouth and took my cock between his lips, slowly swallowing me. I stuck out my tongue and touched it to his hole; he shuddered and moaned. I began to eat his ass, sliding my tongue into his hole, using my fingers to pull it apart. I watched as the tight muscle of his high school boy ass relaxed, and I pressed the tip of my middle finger against the brown ring. He stopped sucking and held my cock in his mouth. I pushed in; his legs twitched. Slowly I worked my middle and then my index fingers into his ass, stretching the taut hole. Once the initial surprise of my invading fingers wore off, Lyle resumed sucking my cock and was bobbing his head up and down on my long meat as I slid my finger in and out of his hole. I would pull all the way out and lick his hole again, lubing him with my spit, and then slide my fingers back in. When I could get two fingers in with ease, I added another, probing his ass with my fingers, rubbing his prostate as I fingerfucked him. He continued whimpering and moaning, hungrily sucking and slurping on my dick. After several minutes, I pulled my fingers from his loosened ass, and Lyle slid down my body. Facing away from me, he raised himself up over my crotch. I grabbed my dick and held it up; Lyle lowered himself onto me. I pressed my slick, swollen cockhead against his hole; Lyle pushed out and my cockhead popped into his ass. He moaned loudly as his sphincter closed tightly around the corona of my throbbing dickhead. "Oh yeah," I moaned. I reached up and grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks. Lyle continued lowering himself onto me. The other three boys and I watched as my cock disappeared between his smooth cheeks and found its place deep in his guts. The first time I had fucked Lyle, he was only able to take about half of me; I wanted to go balls-deep this time, so I grabbed on to his hips to help urge him to take more of me. Travis came in very close, staring intently at my cock and Lyle's ass. "Holy shit," he muttered. "Look at how spread Lyle is." He motioned for the others, who also leaned in for a closer look. "God damn," Todd said. "That's fucking nuts." I made my dick twitch and swell; Lyle moaned. "It must feel good, though," Marcus commented. "Why don't you let me fuck you, and you can tell us how it feels?" Evan said. "Nah," Marcus answered. "How 'bout you let ME fuck YOU?" "How 'bout I fuck both of you?" Todd said. "Now shut up." Lyle's ass was gripping my cock tightly, spasming around my fat shaft, alternately grabbing and releasing it. I groaned loudly, keeping hold of Lyle's hips. I urged him further down onto me. "Wait," he whimpered, when I was most of the way into him. "Give me a minute." He breathed in deeply, trying to relax. His ass seized on my dick. "Fuck," I moaned. The other boys remained standing around the bed, jerking their cocks and watching. "Okay," Lyle said. "Let's do it." He sat down hard, taking the remainder of my dick into his ass. I grunted loudly and sat up; he sat down so quickly that he hit my balls. The pain went away quickly, however, and Lyle began riding my cock, raising himself almost all the way off of me, and then sitting back down. I kept my hands on his hips and ass, helping lift him up and down. I spread my legs to give my balls more room to bounce, and soon Lyle was riding me hard and fast. He reached back with his hands and placed them on my stomach for support as he lifted himself again and again on fat, swollen cockmeat, his legs spread out in front of us. "Fuck yeah," Travis muttered. "Ride that big cock, Lyle," he encouraged. The others were back to stroking each other as they watched. Todd was fisting Travis' dick, and the younger boy returned the favor. Marcus and Evan were also exchanging handjobs. I pushed Lyle off my dick and back onto the bed, so that his ass was sticking up in the air. He knelt on the mattress on all fours with the smooth, muscular globes of his teenage ass up in the air. I admired the view, from his hairless cheeks to his thick soccer thighs covered with dark blond hair. His balls dangled between his legs in their smooth sac; the tip of his jock cock hanging below them. I mounted him, sliding my cock in the cleft of his ass. I pressed the head against his hole, which opened for me. I pushed in, feeding the length of my Italian cock into his ass. He shuddered as I slid my cockhead over his prostate; he pushed back onto me, taking my cock all the way to the base. I started fucking him, thrusting my hips hard and driving my cock deep into his ass. I hit him with short strokes, barely pulling out before shoving my way back in. I dug my cock into his guts, and my balls slapped loudly on his ass and thighs. Lyle moaned continuously, pushing back to meet each of my thrusts; his ass squeezed and released my invading prick. I felt his ass spasm wildly; Lyle let out a loud groan, and I knew that he was cumming on the sheets. The boys shouted continual encouragement as we fucked. "Ram his ass, Mr. A," I heard one of them say. "Make him fucking shoot," another said. "Fuck him." "Pound him." "Take that fat cock, Lyle." Their encouragement only made me hotter, and I was close to cumming. "Oh fuck," I shouted. "I'm gonna fucking bust." "Do it!" Travis yelled. "Cum in his ass!" I had debated shooting in Lyle or pulling out. Travis' suggestion helped me make up my mind. With one final deep thrust, I let out an animalistic yell and unloaded. My cock swelled in Lyle's ass and began pumping. My cock twitched with each rope of cum that I unloaded into Lyle's tight hole. My cum blasted against his guts, filling him with pools of thick, white jizz. My cock began to soften and I slid out of Lyle's ass. Cum dripped out of his gaping hole and ran down his inner thighs. Without warning, Travis jumped onto the bed and shoved his cock into Lyle's well-fucked hole without any resistance. Lyle only grunted; Travis moaned loudly. He thrust his cock a few times. "I can feel your fucking cum all over my dick," Travis moaned. "Oh shit," he whined. I saw his body twitch, and I knew that he was adding his load to my own. We were all surprised by Travis' move, taking sloppy seconds to my fat cock, but I had to admit that it was pretty hot. The other three apparently also thought so, because as soon as Travis started cumming, the others followed. Todd's load flew across the bed, a couple of ropes hitting Marcus and Evan, but a lot of it criss-crossing the bedspread. "Damn, that was hot," I said when everyone had caught their breath. "Holy shit, Travis," Todd said. "What you just did fucking made me explode." Travis blushed. "I just couldn't control it," he said. "I wanted to feel what it was like after Mr. A had fucked him." "What was it like?" Evan asked, although he had some idea since he and Marcus had double-fucked Nelson after I had fucked him back at Clemson. "Um..." Travis said. "Very loose and very wet and sticky, like I stuck my dick head in pudding." "Yeah, that's about right," Marcus agreed. Lyle got out of the bed, and the loads left by Travis and myself ran down his thigh. "You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah," he answered. "It was awesome. When Travis got in me, I came again." "No shit?" I asked. "I don't know if we'll be able to sleep on this bed," Todd said. "I really doubt it," I said. "There's more than just a wet spot. It's like a fucking lake." We laughed at this. "I guess that some of you will have to take the floor or you'll all have to sleep in the other bed." "Sounds good to me," Marcus said. "Queer," Evan joked. "But no funny business," I said, reaching for my pajamas and wiping my dick with my wifebeater. "It's already really late, and we have a game tomorrow. You need to get back to your room, Travis." "Okay, okay," Travis agreed, finding his boxers and pulling them on. We walked to the door. "See you guys tomorrow morning," I said. I walked Travis back to his room. "You enjoy yourself?" I asked. "Hell fucking yes, I did," he answered. "Good," I said. "I'll see you in the morning." I was very happy that Travis had enjoyed himself, and I hoped that there would be more fun with him in the future. I felt bad, though, that we had been up so late fucking around. If they lost tomorrow, I would feel like it was partially my fault. I shook off the feelings of guilt and headed back to my room. Aaron was still asleep, and I hoped that he had been the whole time that I was gone lest I have to field questions about what I had been doing. I got into bed and immediately fell asleep. The next morning, I let Aaron make the wake-up rounds to the rooms. I got up and got dressed. Aaron and I went to breakfast, and we ran into a number of the boys when we did, including Todd, Marcus, and Evan. We just smiled and said hey to each other without saying much else. After breakfast, we boarded the bus. I saw Colin approaching again with Travis. I wondered if Travis had said anything to Colin about the night before. It probably wasn't a good idea for him to do that around his other roommates, unless he knew that they would be into it. "Hey, Mr. A," Travis said eagerly when they boarded the bus. "Hey, Travis. Hey, Colin," I said, smiling. Colin didn't even look at me, but instead walked by without saying a word. "What the fuck?" I thought. The kids were just as rowdy this time, except for the few I had been with the night before, who still seemed tired, especially Lyle. I again felt a twinge of guilt. I shouldn't have put our chances of winning in jeopardy the way that I had, but it was too late to do anything about it now. We got to the school, and Aaron again led the guys through their warm-up. The boys from the night before seemed much more alert after the warm-up, but Colin was still acting aloof. Whenever he saw me, he looked angry. I also noticed that he was acting like a jerk to Lyle and Todd. Finally, after Colin purposely ran into Lyle for the second or third time, Aaron shouted. "Colin, what the FUCK is your problem today?" Colin didn't answer, but looked away. Aaron started after him, looking pissed. I ran up to Aaron. "Hold on, Aaron," I said. "Let me go talk to him." Aaron looked at me and was about to say no, but I said, "Colin and I are pretty close, let me go. He doesn't normally act like this, there must be something wrong." "Okay," Aaron agreed. I walked up to Colin and grabbed him by the arm. I led him away from everyone else. "Alright, Colin," I began, "what's the deal?" "Why the fuck do you care?" Colin snapped. "Obviously you don't care about the team." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't imagine that someone who spends part of the night fucking one of the best players on the team really has the team's best interests at heart, especially when two of the other best players are there, too." "Whoa," I said, shocked by his comments. "Calm down, buddy." "If we lose, it's your fucking fault," he said. "And don't call me buddy. Apparently Lyle's your buddy now." "What?" "I know you fucked Lyle," Colin said, "with everyone else standing around watching. Travis told me all about it." Colin's entire reaction to the situation surprised me. He knew that I had sex with people besides him, even other students Hell, he even knew that I had fucked Lyle before!.We had had this discussion before; I couldn't believe that his lashing out like this was really because I had fucked Lyle. "Okay, Colin, what's really going on? We've never been exactly 'exlusive', and you have a fucking girlfriend right now. This can't be about Lyle, really, and I refuse to believe it's about the team possibly losing. You've been acting distant for a while now. What's wrong? You know I'm here for you." "That's the fucking problem!" he spat out. "What?" I asked. "You, being there for me, liking me. All of that stuff." "Explain, please." "I found out last night that Val cheated on me. She decided to use this weekend to hook up with some guy, and she let him fuck her." "Why would she do that?" I asked. "Because I wouldn't fuck her," he said. "What?" I asked disbelievingly. "Why not?" "I don't know," Colin said. "I wanted to, I think, but I just couldn't do it. I had no problem with her blowing me, but I couldn't have regular sex with her." "What does that have to do with me?" "I kept thinking that the problem was that I liked you too much, and that I liked being with you too much, so I was trying not to be as close to you, to see if it would go away, but it didn't. And deep down, I still wanted to see you and talk to you, which is why I still kept going to your classroom. I dunno. It's stupid." "It's okay, Colin," I said. "I think that I understand. You thought that if we weren't close anymore, then you wouldn't have these feelings, and you wouldn't have any trouble with Val." "But I was wrong," he said. "'Cause nothing happened with her, and now you don't even like me anymore." I laughed loudly. "You think that because I fucked Lyle last night?" "Yeah," he said, "and you didn't come and get me when I wasn't there and didn't even come around to our rooms this morning." "Colin, baby," I said, "that had nothing to do with you. As far as not going to get you last night, Todd said that you weren't interested, and with the way you had been acting, I wasn't sure you would even want me to come and get you. I told Todd that I wanted you there. You didn't tell me any of this stuff, Colin. I thought that YOU weren't interested anymore." "I am," he said. "It's just...I dunno. I don't think that I'm gay, Abs, but I really like being with you." "Do you still find girls hot, too?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Then you aren't gay." "Then why can't I have sex with them?" I laughed. "I'm sure that you can have sex with them; I think that you're just worried too much about it. It can be a daunting task your first time. Besides, you can do better than Val." He chuckled. "Everyone told me that she was a slut," he said. "We cool?" I asked. He nodded. "Good. You know that no one can ever take your place." He smiled broadly. "Thanks, Abs." I put my arm around his shoulder, smiling stupidly and happy that he had finally talked to me about what was going on. "Let's get back to the others. You're gonna have to pick up the slack, 'cause I think Lyle might be hurting today." I winked at Colin, and he laughed and jogged back over to the rest of the team. ******************* What did you think? I would ask if these two parts were worth the wait, but I don't know if ANYTHING could be worth such a long wait. Again, sorry! I write when I can, so when I'm gone for a long time, it's not because I've lost interest in the story. I've spent way too much time thinking and planning more episodes to stop just yet. 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