Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 23:24:51 -0400 From: Alessandro Abbondanti Subject: Mr A and His Boys: The Beach House 3 **AUTHOR'S NOTE. PLEASE READ!** This chapter is a bit shorter than the last one, but it's almost all sex, so hopefully that makes up for it. What I am submitting here is not the full chapter. The full chapter will end with some bisexual action, which I haven't written yet. Since most of my readers aren't into the bisexual aspects of the story, I decided to go ahead and submit this since it's been a few weeks since the last one. I am looking to bring the story to an end, soon. Mr. A has many more years of teaching ahead of him and will meet many different guys in that time, but the story can't go on forever. So here's your chance to influence the story. Please send me your suggestions for how you would like to see the story wrapped up. What do you want to happen? How should it end? What about all the boys Mr. A hasn't had a chance to get with, but whom he will meet as he continues teaching? I have lists of characters yet to be introduced, including some fan-based characters to whom I've promised a cameo. Feedback and suggestions welcome, as always. See the note at the end for contact information. Please note that my e-mail has changed! 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 will never happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of consensual sex between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life, however, are played by people aged 18 and over. If you are not interested in reading about this (or other male-on-male sex), STOP READING. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my permission. (That means I own it, and I have copyrighted it, in case you were confused.) ******************* My shorts today made my endowment a little less conspicuous at first glance. They were dark blue, and there was no pattern on the front that could be distorted and curved by the round cylinder of my floppy cock. Mitchell's shorts were solid, bright orange. "You look like you're going out to collect trash on the highway," I teased him as we walked along the wooden platform towards the soft, white sand. "Yeah, Mitch," Paden added. "If you get a boner in those things, you could double as a traffic cone." "If I had known it was matching day, I'd have brought my FSU shorts, too," Mitchell said. Paden and Colin were both wearing board shorts that advertised their support of Florida State University. Colin's were garnet with a gold stripe on one leg and the FSU Seminole logo on the pocket. Paden's shorts progressed in color from white to gold to garnet and were covered with randomly placed spears and the Seminole logo. "It's not like we planned it," Colin said. "It just worked out that way. Besides, it's not like we're wearing identical shorts. One of us is definitely over the top with the design." "The whole 'Seminole spear' motif is a bit heavy-handed, I have to say," I added, pointing to Paden's crotch. One of the spears on his shorts had been placed downward and to the left, starting at the crotch. Paden's soft meat caused the fabric to bulge in the same place. Paden shrugged and grinned. "That's why I bought 'em." "Talk about 'fear the spear," Mitchell said and laughed. The four of us staked out a spot on the beach and put down blankets. For a while, we lay in the sun quietly, dozing occasionally. Thanks to Josh's morning visit, none of us had slept as long as we would have liked, so it was pleasant to relax. I was enjoying the warm sun on my olive skin when I felt a poke in my side. I looked at Paden, who was next to me. He gestured to Mitchell, who was asleep, but was doing his best impression of a traffic cone, as Paden had earlier predicted. "I guess he must be having a good dream," I whispered to Paden. Paden grinned and then reached over and swatted at the tented fabric. At first Mitchell didn't stir. Colin, who was on the other side of Mitchell, noticed the movement and sat up. He took his own swipe at Mitchell's hard pole. Mitchell opened his eyes. "Uuugh," he groaned and sat up. "Can't a guy get some rest around here?" "Sorry, bro," Paden responded. "But your sleep wood was like a beacon calling to us." "Yeah," Colin added. "I figured you could at least go a couple hours without throwing another bone." "He was probably dreaming about what happened earlier," I suggested. "He couldn't help himself. Hell, just mentioning it, I feel myself getting a chubby." I reached down and cupped my soft cock tube through my shorts. "Maybe we should head to the water?" Paden suggested and pointed at the cloth spear on his shorts, which had become rounder and fuller. The four of us leapt up and ran to the water. With each step, my chubby cock bounced and caused the crotch of my shorts to bulge out. We spent about 30 minutes playing around in the water, splashing each other, jumping on one other, feeling each other's slick bodies. It didn't help our erections. At one point, Paden leapt onto my back to try to push me down into the water; I could feel his almost 9-inch long teen prick pressed against my spine. I shuddered at the thought that I had agreed to let him put it inside me. "Watch where you put that thing," I teased, wrenching myself away from him and throwing him off my back. I turned to face him. He grinned at me. "I know where I'm going to put it later today." "Yeah, yeah," I said nonchalantly, hoping to mask my trepidation. I looked over and saw that Mitchell and Colin were watching us. Their hands were beneath the water, and it appeared as though they were massaging each other's cocks. "Maybe we should head back to the house for a bit," I suggested. The boys nodded. My cock had lost some of its tumescence when the thought of taking Paden's monster filled my mind, but the head still poked against the fabric of my shorts about halfway down my thigh. As we walked back to the blanket to gather our things, the boys also lost some size, so they weren't throwing obscene bulges as we headed to the boardwalk. They still showed nicely, however, especially Mitchell in his bright orange shorts. On our way, the two girls from the day before were just arriving at the beach. They glanced at each of us in turn; their eyes lingered on Paden and me. When they looked up into my face, I caught their eyes with mine, and they realized I had caught them staring. They blushed and turned away. I looked at Paden and grinned. When we were close to them, Paden said, "Nice to see you again," and flashed a big smile. They grabbed onto each other and whispered. After we passed them, the four of us turned around. The girls turned their heads, and when they saw us looking, they whispered and walked on with their heads close together, still giggling. "Be right back," Paden said and jogged after the girls. We stopped and turned. He quickly caught up to the girls. He said a few things to them, which we couldn't hear, but I had a feeling I knew what he was saying. Then he smiled at them and ran back to us. His soft cock swayed back and forth in his shorts as he approached. "What was that about?" Colin asked. Paden grinned. "I asked them if they wanted to come over later tonight." "Nice, bro," Mitchell said, giving Paden a high five. "Very nice," I agreed, turning again to look at the girls, one with long blonde hair and one with shoulder-length brunette hair. Both were tan, which wasn't uncommon for a Florida summer. The blonde girl was taller and thinner than the other. The brunette had a rounder ass and larger hips, which I liked. This could get interesting, I thought to myself. As soon as we were in the living room, I grabbed Mitchell and kissed him. I reached down and fondled his semi-hard cock through his board shorts. He broke our kiss and rested his head on my broad chest, moaning quietly. Paden and Colin also wasted no time. Paden was sucking on Colin's pecs while reaching between his friend's legs to grab his thin, hardening cock. I felt Mitchell's cock stiffen in my hands. I released it. I turned his face up to mine and looked into his eyes. His golden brown hair, normally shaggy, was plastered to his forehead with seawater. I kissed him again, and then I nipped at his earlobe. He shuddered. I began to kiss my way down his teen body. Mitchell's body was mostly hairless, and what hair he did have blended easily with the golden tan of his skin. I nibbled on his neck, gently biting it. I brought my mouth down to his flat chest and took his left nipple between my lips. I tongued the dark nub, wet and salty from our time in the water. I kissed my way over to his right side, letting the outline of his teen chest guide my lips and tongue. I dropped to my knees and planted several kisses on his flat stomach. Mitchell placed his hands on my shoulders. I swirled my tongue around his navel, soaking his light treasure trail with my spit. I kissed the bottom of his treasure trail, where the top of his pubes peeked out over the waistband of his shorts. His dick was now completely hard and strained against his shorts. To my right, I heard the tearing of Velcro and looked over to see that Paden had undone his shorts; his hard cock pointed up against his stomach. He opened Colin's shorts and pulled them down, revealing his friend's smooth, straight cock. I turned back to Mitchell and reached for his fly. He thrust his hips forward, eager for me to free his hard cock from its confines. I undid his shorts, and his hard teencock sprang out. As he shimmied out of his shorts, his rigid cock swaying with the movement of his legs, I reached into my shorts and hauled out my heavy, semi-hard schlong. My slab of Italian meat and egg-sized nads swung ponderously from the fly of my shorts. Next to me, the wet, sloppy sounds of Paden working his mouth and tongue up and down Colin's dick were mixed with Colin's deep moans of pleasure. Mitchell reached for his cock. I swatted his hands away. I looked up at him and smirked, letting him know that even on my knees, I was in charge. I brought my right hand toward his cock; he tensed in anticipation. His cock flexed. A drop of precum appeared on the tip. Instead of grabbing his shaft, I placed my fingers in his pubes right above the base of his dick. I pressed them into his pubic bone. He moaned. I continued this pressure all around the base of his dick, but didn't touch his prong at all. His dick throbbed; more precum oozed from the head. Colin had taken a seat on the couch by this time, and Paden had pushed his friend's legs into the air. Paden's face was buried between Colin's muscular ass, teasing the hole with his tongue. I placed my hands on Mitchell's thighs around his cock, but did not actually touch his fuck piece. I again pressed my fingers against his pubic bone, eliciting a small moan. I slid my thumbs into the spot where each thigh joined the crotch and working them up and down the crevices there. His cock bounced each time my thumbs rubbed against the bone. He shuddered and gripped my shoulders more tightly. As I watched Mitchell's larger-than-average 15-year-old cock throb, I thought that Josh's revelation about Mitchell's brother Russell wasn't surprising at all. Mitchell's dick was about the size of Paden's at the same age, so it made perfect sense that his brother, endowed with the same genes, would be as gifted or more. Granted, Paden's brother hadn't been so lucky. I closed my hands around the hilt of Mitchell's cock and slipped my thumbs under his balls. I squeezed his endowment together. His balls protruded over my thumbs. I started licking his smooth sac, sliding my tongue around each orb filled with teencum. I took each tank between my lips and sucked. Mitchell reached for his cock again. I released my grip and again swatted his hands away. I pulled his arms behind his back and held his wrists together with my right hand. He winced, so I loosened my grip slightly. My cock was now completely hard, rising tall and thick from my dark pubes, towering over my loose, low-hanging nutbag. From the corner of my eye, I saw Colin bring down his legs and slide from the couch. My two favorite boys knelt in front of each other and kissed, pressing their jock bodies together. Colin started worshipping Paden's body with his mouth, kissing and licking the larger boy's smooth chest and broad shoulders. I pressed my face into the sensitive spot between Mitchell's left thigh and his crotch. I ran my tongue up and down the crevice. I moved back to his sac, which I again took between my lips, focusing on the point where the soft, wrinkled skin connected to his swollen cock. I worked my way up the underside of his shaft, sliding my lips along his fat sperm tube to his frenulum. I slipped the fingers of my left hand behind his nuts and between his legs, seeking the spot where his sac connected to his ass crack. I manipulated his prostate with the tips of my fingers. The tip of his cock twitched against my lips. I stuck out my tongue and swabbed it against the under side of his dick head, which was coated with sticky, salty precum. Finally, I took the swollen head of Mitchell's teenage prick between my lips. I closed my lips around the corona of his glans and swirled my tongue repeatedly around his cock tip. Mitchell let out a loud groan. Each time I touched his piss slit with my tongue, I tasted more of his natural dick lube. I caressed his balls, squeezing and pulling on his cum pouch. I slowly swallowed the entirety of Mitchell's 15-year-old stud cock, working my lips down the swollen shaft bit by bit, until my nose was in his golden pubes and his balls were on my chin. I worked my throat muscles on his velvety cockhead; he gasped. I felt his sac tighten. I eased off his dick, not ready to let him cum. I pulled down on his balls until I felt him relax and was confident that the urge to cum had passed. Colin and Paden had moved into a 69-position. Colin's head was closest to me, and I could see him working on Paden's horse cock with his lips and tongue. Neither the boys nor I had touched my cock during this time, but my monster meat remained rigid, swollen, and ready. Copious amounts of precum flowed from the broad, flared head, coating the entire 9.5-inch length of my fat prick. When I saw the sticky ooze drip on the floor between my legs, I realized that Mitchell was going to have a lot of cleaning up to do before his family arrived. I stood up and kicked off my shorts. I grabbed Mitchell's hands and placed them on my cock. He wrapped them tightly around my fat shaft and smiled. I caressed his cheek and smiled back. I brushed the hair from his face and ran my thumb along his thick, ruby lips. He kissed my thumb. His lips and mouth were made for sucking. I cupped his cheek in my hand and kissed him. We switched positions so that the couch was now behind me instead of Mitchell. Then, I placed both hands on his shoulders, and he obediently sank to his knees. I looked at Colin and Paden. They were still on their sides in a 69-position. Colin's head was between Paden's thighs, and he was loudly tonguing Paden's hole. Paden's jock meat arced over Colin's shoulder. I pressed my towering dick down, partly obscuring Mitchell's smooth face with my broad cock shaft. A loud, wet sounded in the room when I slapped my heavy dick against his cheek, leaving a sticky red mark in its wake. Then, I dragged the swollen shaft across his face leaving sticky webs of clear precum on his nose, forehead, and eyelids. I pressed the palm of my hand against his forward to tilt his head back, so that he was looking up at me. His wide mouth and red lips were parted slightly. With the tip of my cock, I glossed his lips with my lube. "Open up and stick out your tongue," I said. Mitchell's long, wide tongue lolled out from his gaping mouth. I slapped my dick on his wet tongue. He moaned. "Your mouth was fucking made for dicks like mine," I said. My ample meat slid easily into his cavernous mouth. Although Mitchell was able to handle my girth without difficulty, length was still a problem for him. As soon as my cock touched the back of his throat, he gagged. I pulled back slightly; less than half of my cock was in his mouth. Of the boys here, he had the least experience with me, so I decided to go slowly. I gripped the base of my dick and squeezed, causing my meat to swell more in his mouth. I heard Mitchell swallow, and I knew he was taking my precum down his throat. His rough, wide tongue painted the fat, veiny surface of my dick. His lips were wrapped tightly around my shaft. I pushed deeper; he gagged again, but I didn't pull back. "Relax, Mitchell," I said. "You can do it. You have before." I felt him swallow, and I pushed my dickhead into his throat. I groaned loudly when I felt his gullet close around my sensitive, swollen glans. I felt him retch, so I pulled out all the way. Mitchell breathed in deeply and wrapped both hands around my shaft. While Mitchell stroked me, I looked over at Paden and Colin. They were still on their sides, but no longer in a 69. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were making out while rhythmically thrusting their muscular bodies against each other, cock-to-cock, chest-to-chest. Mitchell took just my cockhead between his lips. He kept his hands on my shaft, squeezing and rubbing the length of it as he nursed on my salty cock ooze. I closed my eyes and moaned. With short, easy movements of my hips, I eased my dick deeper into Mitchell's mouth. I once again managed to make it into his throat. "Breathe through your nose and relax," I instructed. The constrictions of his throat relaxed, and I was able to go deeper. I felt warm air escape his nostrils. Tears appeared in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His jaw was forced open by the thickness of my cock. He was stuck on me, and I wasn't going to pull back. Soon, I was balls-deep in his throat; his nose was in my pubes, my sac was on his chin. "Fuuuuck," I groaned when I felt his throat close around the length of my Italian prick. He scratched at my thighs as he struggled to control his gag reflex. I eased out of his throat, watching as inch after inch of cock slid out between his lips. My shaft was covered with his foamy spittle. I breathed deeply. Paden looked up from his embrace with Colin. "Switch?" he suggested. I knew what he wanted. It was now or never. "Let's do it," I said. Mitchell moved over to Colin, and Paden came to me. We stood close together. My hard cock rested on his left thigh. I grabbed his bulging arms and pulled him to me; I planted my lips on his. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. I brought my hand to the back of his head, running my fingers through his dark, curly hair. Our cocks were throbbing and leaking, pressed tightly between our muscular bodies. I reached down between us and grabbed our dicks to position them against each other. We both started rolling our hips slowly, rubbing our slick, meaty cocks against each other. When I pulled Paden tighter against me and thrust my heavy weapon against his, he broke our kiss, and with a low moan rested his head on my shoulder. I kissed his neck. Paden reached for my cock and squeezed, sliding his hand up and down the thick length. He kissed my shoulder and then my pecs before slipping down to his knees in front of me. After Colin, Paden had the most experience sucking my oversized prong, and he had shown a natural gift from the beginning, so I wasn't surprised when he didn't hesitate to take my swollen helmet between his lips. Paden nursed on me, feeding on the precum that poured from my piss slit. He wrapped his hand around the base of my swollen cock and then kneaded his way up the length of my shaft. I grabbed onto his shoulders. "Fuck yeah, Paden," I groaned. "Feed on me, take my juice." "Fucking hot," Mitchell said. I looked over to see that Mitchell and Colin were sitting on the floor next to each other, watching Paden and me, and jacking off. Paden sucked harder. Inch after inch of my Italian sausage disappeared into my teen twin's mouth. Soon, I felt my head reach the back of his throat. Paden paused, swallowed, and received me into his throat. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt his esophagus stretch around my invading prick. Spit ran from the corners of his mouth. He breathed loudly through his nose. I reached down and fondled on my balls, massaging my heavy cumtanks. Paden then pulled off of me. He started bobbing his head up and down my shaft, using his hands to stroke the few inches of cock he didn't take all the way into his throat on each downward movement of his head. He slurped and sucked eagerly on my fuck tool, coating it with spit and precum. My fat olive shaft glistened. He moved to my pouch and tongued my man eggs, testing the weight of each on his rough tongue, and then sucking each orb into his mouth. He held my dick up against my stomach and rubbed the underside as he slurped my sac. Precum oozed down the tunnels created by my flexed abs. Paden released my nutbag and dragged his tongue along my thick urethra to the tip of my cock. He held my heavy rod against his cheek and kissed my abs. "You have such an amazing cock," he said, looking up at me and then wiping the spit and precum from his chin. "So do you," I said with a smile and rubbed his huge teen prick with my foot. I pulled Paden to his feet. "Your turn," I said. I started at his chest, broader than Mitchell's, but not as plump as Colin's. I nipped at his nipples and kissed the round muscle of each teenaged jock pectoral. I moved back up to his neck and bit at it, sucking, leaving a hickey. I swabbed my tongue over his protruding Adam's apple, and then moved back down his body. The shadow of his abdominals was clear on his flat stomach, although the ridges weren't yet completely defined. He had no hair except for his dark brown treasure trail. I treated his cock the way I had treated Mitchell's earlier. Rather than going directly for his long teen meat with my mouth or hands, I worked around it. I started at the base, massaging his pubic area, pressing against the pubic bone and the deep root of his cock, causing him to shudder. His dick bobbed up and down. With my fingers and tongue, I worked my way around his muscular, soccer jock thighs, massaging and kissing them. I pressed my fingers into the tight crevices where each thigh joined his crotch. He groaned loudly. I sought his prostate with my fingers; he obediently spread his legs. I digitally manipulated his prostate. Each time I pressed my tips against his g-spot, his dick throbbed and another drop of precum escaped his gaping piss slit. I pulled on his sac, causing his dick to drop down. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his teencock and then took him into my mouth. I had never had a gag reflex, so I was easily able to take every bit of his 9-inch prick into my throat. I buried my face in his pubes; his teenage nads were on my chin. I wiggled my head, working his dick all the way into my throat. "Oh my fucking God," Paden said loudly through clenched teeth and grabbed tightly onto my head. I continued playing with his balls as I pulled my head back, releasing his dick from my throat and my mouth. I looked up at him and smiled. I stroked his shaft while again sucking on his sac. I mouthed the spot at the base of his dick where his sac joined his fuck tool. I licked my way up the length of the side of his rod, running my tongue over his swollen, sensitive cockhead, before licking down the other side. "Please suck me," he whimpered. I grinned and again took him between my lips and into my throat. After a few more minutes of ministering to Paden's demanding teenage cock with my mouth, tongue, and throat, I could tell that he wanted to cum and was trying desperately to hold back. A deep shudder ran through his whole body every few seconds; his moans never stopped; his hands gripped tightly on the sides of my head. I knew he wanted to save his load for the fuck he was about to give me, so I released him. "Thank you," he said. "I was trying to hold back, but I was about to lose it." "I could tell," I said with a slight chuckle. "I thought about making you cum so that you might be less inclined to collect on our bet." Paden shook his head. "No way. Even if my balls were empty, as long as I could get hard, I would collect on this bet. I wouldn't want to disappoint our audience." He nodded towards Mitchell and Colin. The two other boys were now jerking each other. "It's like a real-life porno," Mitchell said and laughed. "There's no way we'd miss a minute of this," Colin added. "My two best friends going at it." I sat down on the edge of the couch and spread my legs. Paden knelt between my legs. He tongued my weighty nutsac, which hung off the edge of the couch. I pulled my legs up, showing him my ass. Paden held my sac up with his left hand and started to tongue my tight hole. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue gliding up and down the smooth crack of my ass. He circled my hole with the tip of his tongue, and then returned to licking the length of crack. He kissed my hole and inserted his tongue. A quiet moan escaped my lips as Paden worked his tongue in and out of my rosebud. I tried to relax by focusing on the feeling of his tongue inside of me instead of what was coming next. I had taught Paden well, and his next move was to use just the tip of his index finger to work on spreading my relaxed hole. He continued applying spit and lube to my hole and his fingers. Soon, I was loose enough that he could insert one finger all the into my hole. I tensed when I first felt him breach my sphincter. I breathed out, trying to relax. Paden rubbed my abs and the underside of my cock. He inserted a second finger. My hole spasmed; I gritted my teeth. I kept breathing out through my mouth, willing myself to relax. Paden slowly started working just the tips of two fingers around, loosening me further. As my hole grew accustomed to his invading digits, Paden felt me relax. He pushed his fingers inside, seeking my prostate. He pressed the tips of his fingers against my g-spot. A wave of pleasure rushed over me, and I groaned loudly as a stream of precum spurted from the tip of my dick. Paden worked a third finger into me. My ass crack and hole were soaked with lube and spit. Paden stood and looked at me. I gazed into his eyes. The excitement was evident. His cock looked larger, probably a full 9-inch teen prick, and harder than I had ever seen it. My own cock had lost some of its hardness due to my conscious efforts to relax enough for Paden to prepare my hole for his teenage fuck stick. I had spent some time considering the best position for what was essentially my first time getting fucked. Although having myself on top had seemed the obvious choice, so that I could control the rate of entry, I decided against it. On several occasions I had been with guys who tried it that way, but the position had actually caused them to tense more. I had settled on doggy style, knowing that if Paden were as attentive as I had taught him to be, he would feel me pull away and know to slow down. I sat up and kissed Paden. Then I turned around and bent over the couch, raising my smooth ass into the air as an offering to my teenage lover. My semi-hard cock and loose nutsac hung low between my legs. "Oh God," Paden whispered as he rubbed and squeezed my muscular ass cheeks. He applied more lube to my hole and to his cock. I turned my head and watched him approach me. He reached between my legs and stroked my cock and sac, coaxing me back to hardness. Then, he rubbed his cockhead up and down the crack of my ass before finally aiming his breeding weapon at my hole. My hole winked closed when his broad cockhead touched it. Paden rubbed my back. I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax. He pushed forward, breaking through the tight sphincter. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. Paden felt my body go tense and pulled out. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded. He entered me again. My hole began to tingle as I adjusted to the teenage cock that was invading me. I moaned. Paden took this as a sign to move forward, but he hadn't fed more than another inch of his prodigious prick into me before I struggled forward. "Shit," I grunted through clenched teeth. "Do you want me to stop?" Paden asked, pulling all the way out of me again. I looked at him. "No, you're not going to stop." I was unwilling to admit defeat just yet. I saw so much of myself in him that it seemed right for him to fuck me. He had taken me several times, why shouldn't I take him? If I could bring pleasure to him by fucking him, why wouldn't this teenage stud, so much like me, be able to bring me pleasure by fucking me? For the first time, I realized that some part of me really wanted Paden to fuck me, and not just because I didn't want to renege on our agreement. Paden used his fingers on my hole to open me up further. This time, when he pressed his head against my hole, I breathed out and willed myself open. He entered my tight ass again. I grabbed onto the couch, scratching at the leather. My whole body trembled. After two false starts, Paden was more tentative. I felt him start to pull out of me again. I reached back and grabbed his hips, holding him in place. I knew that he didn't have more than a couple of inches of his long, masterful cock inside of me, but I felt full already. Paden gave me time to adjust, slowly swiveling his hips to open my ass. The nerves all around my hole were on fire. I reached back and grabbed him, wrapping my left arm around his neck. I pulled him down onto me so that we were cheek to cheek. "If you're going to fuck me, fuck me," I grunted, kissing him. He started thrusting his hips, each time feeding a little more of his dick into me, until at last I felt his cum laden balls on my ass. I held a tight grip on his neck and shoulders, keeping his face close to mine as he moved his pelvis back and forth. I pushed my ass back against him, impaling myself deeper on his cock. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. The pain quickly gave way to pleasure as my doppelganger, my alter ego, took my near-virgin hole. "Face to face," I said to him. He understood and quickly slid out of my hole. The pain was renewed when he abruptly popped his arrow-topped spear from my sphincter. I lay down on my back and raised my legs into the air. Colin and Mitchell moved closer, just a few inches from my head, and I could see them stroking each other, gazing at Paden and me intently. Paden took his position between my legs. Our eyes remained locked together as he slipped his cock back into me. I watched his face screw up in pleasure as the muscles of my hole squeezed his cockhead tightly. "Your ass is so tight," he whispered hoarsely. We continued staring at each other, examining the emotions that spread over the other's face. I watched Paden's eyes roll back into his head each time I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles. He watched as I clenched my teeth with each invading inch of teen prick. The hunger in our eyes, the desire to experience each other completely, always remained evident on our faces. Soon, Paden was all the way inside of me again; I was completely filled by his jock cock. His whole body shuddered on top of me. I wrapped my legs around Paden's waist and squeezed them together. He rotated his hips slowly, as he had done before, until he was sure I was completely ready for him. I started thrusting my pelvis up against him. Paden realized I was ready, and he started fucking me, never pulling more than a few inches of his lengthy prick from my ass. He pounded me with short, fast strokes. I put my hand on his stomach to slow him down. He stopped with just the head of his dick still in my hole. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under me, raising my hips up to allow the angle of Paden's cock to reach my prostate more easily. Paden also adjusted his hips. When he pushed back into, his cockhead landed against my prostate. I groaned loudly. Each time Paden's cock stabbed my prostate, my now fully hard cock bounced and oozed. I grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to mine. Having Paden fuck me was unlike any of my previous experiences. There was pain, naturally, but there was more pleasure than I had felt before. Perhaps it was because of my closeness to him, perhaps it was because he was a better lover than the few I had tried before. I admitted to myself that I enjoyed having Paden deep dick me, but I also knew that it wouldn't be a regular occurrence for me. I wanted my cock inside something. I raised my hips, meeting Paden thrust for thrust. Our hard bodies slammed against each other again and again. Paden sat back on his knees and pulled me up into his lap. He slowed his fuck, gently screwing his hips into me, keeping constant pressure on my prostate. Colin and Mitchell were suddenly on each side of me. Their mouths came together on my fat, sticky cock. I groaned loudly as I felt their teenage tongues slide up and down the length of my Italian meat. Their lips met at the tip, and they kissed, sharing my cockhead between them. One of them placed his hand on the bottom of my cock and rubbed it while they took turns slurping on my leaking glans. I reached out and grabbed each boy's cock. I squeezed each shaft, and after a couple of strokes, both boys moaned loudly and rested their cheeks on my hard stomach. Their cocks quivered in my hands as they released their loads. Paden's head was thrown back as he kept up his invasion of my fuck hole with short jabs of his massive teenprick. Sweat poured down his face; his chest glistened with it. I continued massaging and pulling on his dick with the muscles of my ass. Paden's movements became jerky, less regular, as his orgasm built. I thrust harder against him, squeezed his dick tighter, coaxing the cum from his teenage balls. "Not inside me," I grunted. Paden pulled out and knelt over me, aiming his cock at my stomach, where Colin and Mitchell continued their oral work on my increasingly sensitive cock head. Paden's piss slit opened and closed; with a loud grunt he dropped wad after wad of jock cum on his friends' faces and on my dick. Mitchell and Colin licked Paden's cum from my stomach and my cock. Mitchell opened his mouth and took my cock head into his mouth. Colin squeezed the shaft. Paden fondled my cum eggs. "Yes," I moaned, "eat my cum, Mitchell." I felt the familiar thrill of orgasm gather in the nerves of my glans and spread throughout my body. Even my hole, recently emptied of Paden's dick, still tingled. A thick wad of Italian jism burst from the tip of my broad, swollen cockhead. Mitchell immediately gagged from the force of the load and pulled back, but not before a second rope filled his mouth. Mitchell coughed, spitting my cum out onto my stomach. Colin kept stroking my orgasming cock. White cream continued to erupt from my cock, splattering on my chest and stomach. As my breathing slowed, I looked around at all of us. Our spent cocks hung limply. "That was amazing," Paden said, smiling proudly. I grinned at him. "You were good," I said. "That's the first time I've ever actually enjoyed being fucked." He blushed. "I had a good teacher." "I know," I said with a wink. "Maybe next time you'll let me cum inside of you," he said hopefully. I laughed. "Who says there's going to be a next time? I agreed to one time." "Well, I mean," Paden stammered, suddenly embarrassed. "I figured that since you enjoyed it..." "I did, but it's still not my favorite thing. I'd rather be inside someone than have someone inside me." I saw a look of disappointment pass over his face. I quickly said, "Look, I'm not saying definitely not, but I'm also not saying it will happen again. No promises, okay?" Paden nodded. "Man, Mitchell," Colin said, "you're going to have a lot of cleaning up to do before your parents get here." The couches were leather, so they would be fairly easy to clean, but the carpet was crusty in places with cum and spit. "Tell me about it," he said. "We'll have to spend all day tomorrow." "We?" I said and laughed. "Oh come on," he said, "half the mess is yours, you fucking fire hose." All of us laughed. "Okay, okay, we'll all help," I said. "Shower first, though?" The boys agree, and we once again headed to the big walk-in shower. We were all completely soft. My limp meat swung pendulously back and forth, hitting my thighs, as we walked. For once, it appeared our sexual urges had been sated, or perhaps we were all simply exhausted from the amount of fucking and sucking we had done in the past 24 hours. After cleaning the salt water, sweat, precum, cum, and lube from our bodies, we put on the same shorts we had worn to the beach earlier, and then headed to the kitchen to make lunch. "What do you guys want to do now?" I asked after we had cleaned up lunch. "Not a god damned thing," Colin said, "except chill." "Same here," Paden agreed, "unless you're ready for another go." He grabbed his dick through his shorts and squeezed. "Maybe later," I teased, "unless you want to take this again?" I grabbed my larger cock in response. "Maybe later," he answered back with a laugh. We headed back to the living room. Mitchell popped in "X2: X-Men United," which had come out on DVD at the end of the previous year. "I would fuck almost everyone in this movie," I noted as I watched Mystique morph from Senator Kelly to her natural form. "None of the old people," I added. "Mystique, definitely," Paden agreed. "And Jean Grey," Colin added. "Not to mention Cyclops and Wolverine," I said. "And Iceman," Mitchell said. "Rogue," Paden said. "I don't know about Rogue," Colin countered. "Gapped teeth bother me." "So do her from behind. Then you don't have to look at her teeth," I said and laughed. "Good point," Colin said. "Rogue, too, then." We had all seen the movie before, and as time went on, we dozed. I awoke a couple hours later to find the TV screen blank. Colin's head was on my shoulder, and my left leg was hanging over his right. Paden's head rested on Mitchell's shoulder at the other end of the couch. I yawned and stretched. The boys felt me moving around and woke up. "Maybe we should start cleaning up?" I said. "What time are your parents coming tomorrow, Mitchell?" "I think they said they'd be here after lunch," he responded. "Okay, then, we won't have much time tomorrow, so we better do it today. I should take off as soon as possible, in case they decide to come early." So we set to work scrubbing the couch and the carpet. If Mitchell's parents happened to notice one or two spots of dried cum in the carpet, they probably wouldn't say anything in order to save their son some embarrassment, but the mess we had left so far would definitely have raised questions. After cleaning, we played Halo again for a while, and Colin and Mitchell continued to beat Paden and me regularly. Around 5 o'clock, there was a tentative knock at the door. "Josh again?" I asked, following Paden to the door. Paden looked through the peephole and grinned. "It's the girls." "Seriously?" Colin said. "I didn't think they'd come." "Trust me, they're going to cum," Paden said. "Lame," I said as Paden opened the door. ******************* Please e-mail me (alessandro.bendotato@gmail.com) and let me know what you thought about this -- it is a big turn-on for me to hear from fans (especially the sort of fan that Mr. A himself is a fan of). Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). If you didn't like it, well, don't bother telling me that unless you have something constructive to say. Check out my non-Mr. A stories entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult-youth section and "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin" in the highschool section. They're several years old, but they garnered a good response in their day.