Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 15:43:48 -0500 From: Alessandro Abbondanti Subject: mr a and his boys: an unexpected guest **AUTHOR'S NOTE. PLEASE READ!** Another chapter so soon? Shocking. The positive response to the last chapter made me decide to put in a little extra effort to finish this one quickly. I'm still working my way back into the right mindset for the series. Let me know what you think of this addition to the story. As I said before, I do not have thorough notes covering previous chapters, so please excuse any contradictions that may arise, whether in a character's behavior and description or the details of his life. I'm happy to have you point them out, so that I may correct them or pay closer attention to them in future chapters. Finally, I am unable to find the outline of story ideas that I created when I began the series, so I need your input. Where would you like the story to go? About whom do you want to hear more? What haven't I done yet that you'd like to see? Other feedback is also welcome. 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.) ******************* After the students filed out, I walked into my office, where Grayson was standing facing the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't as flush as when he had come into my room, but the anger was evident in his eyes. "What's going on, Grayson?" I asked. He stepped forward menacingly, but I didn't move. I wasn't afraid of him, and I didn't want to give him any reason to think I was hiding something. "Shouldn't you be at the fields?" Most of our Varsity sports teams met during the last period of the day so that they could begin practice early. "Aaron's down there right now," he answered. "Look, we have a problem." I waited for him to continue. "I just spoke with Aaron," he continued. "He says that the night before our last tournament game, he saw several of the guys walking towards your room after curfew, and a while later, he saw them walking back." He looked me in the eye. I tried to keep my face neutral, even though a number of terrible and career-ending scenarios were running through my head. I opened my mouth to respond, even though I had no idea what I was going to say. Grayson held up his hand. "Don't say a fucking word. Just listen. I can't think of any legitimate reason why that would happen, and I don't know what did in fact happen, and I don't care. I don't want to know whether it's true or false. I don't want to know what went down, if it's true. If you make any sort of response, I'm going to have to look into it, and that's going to cause problems for all of us." I nodded. "I know Aaron doesn't like you, but I don't think he's making it up. Even if he is, we can't risk the problems it would cause to have any sort of allegations like this, true or false. I will not have the program I've spent most of my career building go down." "So what are you saying?" I finally asked. It sounded like he wasn't going to do anything officially against me, but I needed to hear him say it. "I'm not going to file any kind of complaint. I won't risk it. But you can no longer be involved with the soccer program here." My heart dropped. I loved working with the team, and not just because of the boys I had developed relationships with. Helping them improve at soccer and become better athletes had been a very fulfilling part of my job, but if I had to choose between losing my job completely -- and a possible investigation -- and severing my ties with the soccer program, the choice was clear. "Okay," I reluctantly agreed. "You're not being fired or asked to leave," he said, "at least as far as everyone else knows. You'll technically be attached to the JV coaching squad until their season is over, but you will not actually attend the remaining practices or games. Next year, you'll be too busy to help out again." I nodded my agreement. "I'm glad to see you're so reasonable," Grayson said with his own nod. I stepped aside to let him pass out of my office. I sat down at my desk for several minutes, considering what had happened. It seemed that Aaron had not handled the encounter with Paden and me well, and he had decided to retaliate. Obviously I couldn't argue that he had made up the allegations. To do so would result in too many questions, as Grayson had suggested. I was thankful that Aaron hadn't said more than that he had seen the guys going to and from my room, which left the actual events open to interpretation. I supposed Aaron didn't want to get too specific with his father because he didn't want to put himself in the position of having to answer questions about how he knew what was going on. I hated the fact that I could no longer work with the soccer team, but I also understood that the only real alternative would be losing my job, and perhaps something worse. A lot of the guys were still my students, so it wasn't like I would never see them again. When I arrived at school the next morning, Paden, Chaz, and Mitchell were waiting outside my classroom. I couldn't help but smile when I saw them, but I wondered what they were doing. "What's going on, guys?" I asked, pulling my keys out of my bag and unlocking the door. Paden grabbed it and held it open for the rest of us. "Why weren't you at practice yesterday?" Mitchell asked. "Did something happen?" I looked over at Paden. He shrugged. "Paden told us that Grayson came in here raging yesterday," Chaz explained. "We were worried." I cursed their concern a bit. It only made me want to be closer to them, and it reminded me that we could no longer be as close as we had been. I just smiled. "No need to worry," I said. "Everything's fine." "So you'll be at practice today?" Paden asked. The others' faces brightened. I shook my head. "Sorry guys, no," I replied. "Grayson said someone told him that a bunch of you were seen heading to my room the night before our last game. He doesn't know what happened, but he said I can't be a part of the program anymore." "What the fuck," Chad shouted. "Are you fucking serious?" He slammed his hand down on one of the desks. "I only joined soccer because of you." "Calm down, dude," I said. "It could be way worse. Imagine if he did know what happened?" "This is my fault," Paden said. "Fuck. I arranged the whole thing." "It's not your fault," I reassured him. "Don't be an idiot. It's my fault for ever letting things happen in the first place, much less so many things for so long!" "And we all agreed to do it," Mitchell added. Chaz nodded and said, "It's whoever-told-Grayson's fault." "It was Quinn, like I said," Mitchell said. "Was it?" Paden asked. "I'll hurt him if it was." I shook my head. "I'm not going to tell you guys who it was. Things would only get worse if you confronted him. We gotta move on." "It sucks," I added, looking from one to the other, "especially since the two of you were just starting to get involved." My dick chubbed a bit as visions of Chaz and Mitchell from the last night of the tournament flashed through my head. "But let's be real. It couldn't go on forever." I shrugged, as if to indicate I had always expected it to end this way. "So no more fucking around," Mitchell stated disappointedly. I grinned. "You guys can still do whatever you want, but I can't be a part of anything. Sorry." Mitchell and Chaz looked at me with downcast eyes. "I'm sorry," I repeated. "It's too risky." The first bell rang. "You better get to class, guys," I said. "Sorry, Mr. A," each one said as they left. "This sucks." I was more disappointed than I had shown to the boys that morning, but I tried not to let it affect my teaching, and the periods passed quickly. To my surprise, Paden knocked on my office door just as I sat down to lunch. I motioned for him to come in. "Everything okay?" I asked. He looked distraught and angry. "Who was it?" he asked. "I can't tell you, Paden, you know that. It'll only cause more trouble." "I can't fix it if I don't know who did it," he explained. "There's nothing for you to fix," I said, standing up and walking to him. It was kind of a turn-on to see this teen stud aggressive and ready to defend me. "Like I told you this morning, YOU did nothing wrong." He didn't look convinced. I moved closer. "Look at me," I said. We were very close together now; I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I resisted the urge to pull his face to mine and kiss him. I wanted to hold his muscled teen body against mine and grind our bulging crotches together. Our eyes were locked together, and I could tell he was resisting the same urges I was. Paden finally let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. I realized that neither of us had breathed for several moments. I too let out a sigh, and then I took a step back. He nodded, as if confirming something for himself. "We'll move on and be fine," I said, "without blaming ourselves or going after others." "So you were serious about no more meetings? I kind of hoped you were just saying that in front of Mitch and Chaz and that it didn't apply to me..." I grinned. "I wish it didn't apply to you or Mitchell or Chaz or... But it's gotta apply to everyone. Think about how many close calls we've had already? I don't think I should tempt fate again." "Alright, I know you're right," he finally assented, "but I don't like it." "Neither do I!" I said with a laugh. "And it's not like I'll never see you again. You're in my class." "It won't be the same, and you know it," he retorted. He understood this also meant he and the others would have to be less personal with me, share less of their lives. "No, it won't, but it'll be fine," I tried to reassure him. "Now you better go to lunch, before someone comes around here wondering where you are." "Okay. And just remember that I'm ready to take care of whoever told about what happened. Just give me a name." The first few days of class after my meeting with Grayson did feel a little off, especially as the boys started to hear what happened. We were all a little cautious about what we said to each other, but things normalized quickly. My teaching style didn't change, which was the most important thing, so the students still liked me and were engaged in the lessons. And when we had time just to talk to each other, I had enough in common with all of my students that were able to do so easily, even without delving into the intensely private topics I'd discussed with some of them previously. And so the remainder of my second year of teaching passed without any more encounters with my boys or girls. I tried to avoid any conversations the students had about parties or relationships, but I wasn't always successful. I learned things like Jake and Hunter, who were brothers, were sharing the same girl because she was very good at giving head. I heard about a party in which several guys I knew had gangbanged a girl I had taught the previous year. Paden and Colin were still involved with their girlfriends, which I was glad about. Paden and some of the other guys still occasionally got together for all-jock fun, which I was also glad about. Paden and Colin still weren't talking, which I was not glad about. I started going out with Jennifer again, who had decided that she did not want to be a receptionist for the rest of her life and was preparing to take the realtor's exam. She wasn't dumb, I was also pleased to find it, just too much of a party girl in college, which had eventually resulted in her dropping out. An unexpected pregnancy meant that she had never gone back to school. Her 5-year-old son lived with his grandparents most of the time, and I suspected her desire to prove she could provide a stable home for him had also influenced her decision to change jobs. I supplemented this relationship with the occasional blow and go from a variety of cocksuckers that I'd met online. In some ways, it was kind of a relief not to worry about someone finding out I had been fucking around with my students. I still had very vivid dreams about my boys, however, and whenever I got online and saw one of their screennames pop up, my cock responded immediately. I resisted the urge to message them, and when they did message me, I did my best to keep the conversation from turning to something sexual. And it worked for a while. It was the 4th of July, and I had been at a friend's house for a barbecue, before we went out to the golf course at a nearby subdivision where they always provided an excellent fireworks show. When it came to fireworks, I was still a child; I loved them. Jennifer wasn't there, as her family always went out of town for the 4th, and naturally she was not going to miss an opportunity to be with her son on the holiday. The area was mostly empty when we arrived, so we easily found a good spot for viewing the show. We spread out our blankets and refreshments at the top of a small hill near one of the sand traps. Alcohol was not allowed at the event, and even though no one was actually checking people's coolers, there were cops around, so we planned ahead by mixing drinks at home and bringing them in water bottles. We had a few hours before the show was set to start; we had arrived early so that we could park easily and find a good spot. This was a very popular spot, and it would get crowded quickly. We spent the time drinking, chatting, and joking around. More people started to arrive, and the empty areas around us were quickly filling up. We saw grandchildren helping their grandparents down into lawn chairs. We saw parents chasing their toddlers down the hill, trying to stop them from falling headfirst into the sand trap. There were teenagers who quickly split off from their family groups to go find friends (or just get away from their parents). A couple of teenage boys started playing catch not far from us. My friends and I were talking, so I hadn't taken notice of them, until one of them called my name. I looked up. It was Mitchell and Paden. A stupid grin spread wide across my face. A jolt of excitement went through my alcohol-buzzed brain. "Mr. A!" Mitchell shouted again, as the two jogged over to us. I stood up to greet them. Both were wearing Under Armour soccer shorts, and neither had on compression shorts. Paden's cock bulge swung back and forth beneath the fabric. Mitchell, I noticed, seemed to be catching up to Paden in that department, although he was still several inches shorter and not as muscular. Paden's tanned chest was shirtless, and the heat and humidity of a Florida summer had caused drops of sweat to gather between his pecs. They sparkled as the setting sun hit them. "Hey guys," I said, with the same stupid grin on my face. My brain was a bit foggy, but I managed not to make any untoward advances or allow my gaze to linger too long on either of them. They were also looking me over. I was wearing a polo shirt that was tight on my arms and across my chest, showing my physique nicely, and cargo shorts that concealed my heavy bulge for the most part. "These are some of my friends," I said, indicating the group of people sitting behind me. "These are Mitchell and Paden," I said to my friends, "two of my students last year." "And hopefully next year, too," Paden said. "Maybe," I said. "I only had that one junior-level class this year. I don't know what the schedule will be like next year." "But you'll still be teaching the sophomore history class, too, right?" Mitchell asked. "If you're lucky," I teased. They both laughed. "Having a good summer?" I asked. They nodded eagerly. "We've been hanging out a lot," Paden said, "and I've been helping Mitchell with his ball handling." I arched my eyebrows and looked sideways at Mitchell. "He'll be one of our best soccer players next year, I think," Paden added with a smirk. "Glad to hear it," I said. "You gotta practice a lot, especially since you're so new to the game." "I have been," Mitchell added excitedly. "I'm already way better than I was." "Anything else new with the team?" I asked, hoping Paden understood I meant not so much the soccer team, but my boys. "Except for Chaz, Todd, and Mitchell, I don't see most of them regularly, but I'd probably have heard if anything interesting had happened." I was disappointed that the list didn't include Colin. "Cool," I said offhandedly. "I've just been relaxing for the most part, hanging out with friends." I wanted to ask Paden about Susan and find out if Mitchell had started seeing anyone, but I knew my friends would consider it weird for me to know so much about (and ask about) their personal lives. "Did you hear about Colin?" Mitchell asked. I looked at Paden, wondering why he wouldn't have said something of his own volition. "No, what?" I asked, my heart speeding up a bit. Mitchel didn't respond at first. I looked back at Paden. "He was in a car accident like two weeks after school got out," Paden said. "What?!?" I exclaimed, the worry evident in my voice. "Is he okay? What happened?" "He's fine," Mitchell said. "I'd have told you right away if anything really bad had happened," Paden said. I calmed down a bit. "Tell me what happened." "He broke up with that girl he'd been seeing," Paden began. "The one that had led to his personality transformation?" I asked. Paden nodded and continued, "He'd been straight edge, you know, and really into her music scene and all her friends, which you know is kind of why we stopped hanging out with him." "And the skinny jeans," Mitchell joked. Colin had changed a lot when he had started seeing this girl. I didn't object to his adoption of a straight edge lifestyle, but he had basically rejected all of his friends and only hung out with her and her friends. His friendship with Paden, which had been very strong, essentially evaporated. My last conversation with him had not gone well, and we hadn't been as close, but I still felt strongly for him. "Anyway, they broke up, I guess," Paden said, "and a couple days later he went to a party we were at. I was surprised to see him, but he didn't talk to anyone much. On his way home, some drunk rear-ended him at a stop light." "He was driving the 4Runner he had just gotten for his birthday in May, and the other guy was in a Civic or something, so he didn't really get hurt," Mitchell added. "That's good," I asked, but then it occurred to me that there must be more to the story, or else Mitchell wouldn't have brought it up. "Had he been drinking?" Paden nodded. "Yeah, not much, but still, the cop suspected it because he was out so late." "Dammit," I said. I had spoken to all of my students about not making poor decisions, especially drinking and driving. At least he hadn't gotten hurt, though. "You guys have got to be smarter about things." Paden put his hands up defensively. "Hey, I don't drink and drive." "It was the other guy's fault, though, so it's not really fair," Mitchell said. "Colin wasn't even over the legal limit." One of my lawyer friends, who often dealt with DUI cases said, "There's no such thing as 'legal limit' for underage drinkers." I looked over my shoulder at him. "What could happen to him?" I asked. "He'll probably get off easy for his first time, depending on what his BAC was. If it happens again, though, he can expect leniency to go out the window." "His license was suspended for 6 months," Paden said, "but his parents have taken it away for a full year." I knew that this was tantamount to death for a teenager. "And his dad kicked him out," Mitchell said, once again adding an important point that Paden had overlooked. Colin's parents had divorced many years ago, and he used to spend half his time at his mom's house and half his time at his dad's house. It sounded like he was no longer welcome at his dad's house. They hadn't had the best relationship anyway, and this had obviously made things worse. "His mom?" I asked, hoping that she hadn't abandoned him as well. "She's okay. She's mad as hell and disappointed, but she isn't going to kick him out," Paden said. "And he's pretty much grounded for the rest of the summer." I shook my head. "Well, I'm sure it'll end up being okay." Just then another bare-chested, tanned teenager showed up. "Mitch!" he shouted. "There you are. Mom's been looking for you." Even if he hadn't referred to "mom" when he addressed Mitchell, I'd have recognized him as Mitchell's brother Russell. He was about as tall as Paden with a lean, defined physique. His hair was the same golden brown as Mitchell's, but instead of Mitchell's shaggy mop top, it was short and parted on the right side. And although his lips were not as plump as Mitchell's, they were the same ruby red color. "Hey Russ," Paden said, greeting his classmate with a nod of the head. "'Sup, man?" Russ responded. He had the same quiet confidence that Paden had, and the two of them standing together created an erection-inducing picture. My dick, which had deflated upon the news about Colin's difficulty, was reawakening. "Just talking to Mr. A about our summers so far." Paden nodded in my direction. The night that we returned from the soccer tournament in January was the first time I had heard that Mitchell had a brother the same age as Paden and that he was a rower. None of my students had said much about him, even my other rowers, and I had only heard his name in passing as a member of the team. I had never even seen him at school. I wanted to know more about him, since Mitchell had been such an exciting addition to my life, but it would have been strange to start asking questions. Seeing him for the first time now, I was quite pleased. He had some acne on his left cheek, but he was quite handsome. His arms and legs were muscular from rowing. Like me, he was wearing cargo shorts, which left me wondering what he was packing. Mitchell was big for his age (for any age, really), and the two looked similar enough that it was easy to assume they had both been gifted. "The famous Mr. A," Russ said, stretching out his hand. I shook it, giving it a solid squeeze. "Famous?" I asked. Did he know about Mitchell and Paden and me? Were he and Mitchell that close? The fact that I had never heard Mitchell mention him before that January night made me doubt their fraternal attachment. "All my friends talk about what a great teacher you are and how much they like your class," Russ explained. "I actually tried to switch my schedule last year, but I couldn't." "That's too bad," I said sincerely. I wouldn't have minded seeing this excellent specimen of a teen male every day. "Maybe next year. If you're lucky," I joked. He grinned. "If YOU'RE lucky," he joked back. We laughed. "We better go, Mitch," he said, grabbing his younger brother by the back of the neck. Mitchell twisted out of his grip. "Stop it," he said, elbowing Russ in the side and taking off at a run. The bare-chested older boys followed. I rejoined my friends, and we continued talking and drinking. Soon, the sun was gone, and the show started. It lasted for about an hour. After the grand finale -- a straight two-minute explosion of multi-colored lights -- we packed up our stuff and drove home. I had wisely chosen to leave my car at home and instead had ridden with one of my friends who didn't drink much. He had driven me to the barbecue and then to the fireworks, and was now driving several of us home, so I didn't have to worry about a DUI of my own. The school board subscribed to the idea that a teacher was held to higher ethical standards than other professionals, and a teacher at my school had been fired the previous year because of a DUI. I had been known to drive a little tipsy in the past, although never completely drunk, but since my colleague had been fired, I had stopped even doing that. My friend dropped me off at home, and I stumbled inside, feeling much less drunk than I had when we had begun the drive home. It had taken at least 30 minutes to get out of the subdivision, as apparently nearly everyone who was there watching the show did not actually live there. I was feeling quite horny when I got home, and the first thing I did was go to my room and strip down to my boxerbriefs. I grabbed some ibuprofen and a multivitamin from the bathroom and headed downstairs for some water. My bulge bounced and swung pendulously as I took the steps down. I sat down on the couch with my legs spread. My package settled heavily onto the cushion. I took the pills and gulped the water. I placed the glass on the table and opened my laptop. As the computer booted up, I absently rubbed my limp-cocked package. My dick responded immediately, pushing against the stretchy fabric of my underwear. I wrapped my fingers around the firm tube of meat and adjusted it up and to the right, directing it down the leg of my underwear, where it could lengthen without impediment. My buddy list appeared, and I scanned the names of those online. Most of my online friends were marked as idle or away, but one clearly showed as available -- Colin's. I stared at the screen for a few minutes with my hand cupped around semi-hard schlong. I squeezed gently. My dick lengthened. My cockhead was outlined clearly near the bottom of the leg of my briefs. The alcohol had weakened my resolve, and I finally gave in to the urge to talk to him. "Hey Colin," I typed. I wasn't sure if he would respond, but I hoped he would. "abs," he responded. "What's up, boyo?" I asked. "jst talkng 2 sum ppl. u?" It had been a long time since I had read his ridiculous online shorthand, which I both hated and found endearing. "I just got back from the fireworks. A little tipsy. Girlfriend's out of town." "u gt a gf now?" "I've been seeing her for a few months," I responded. "i thought u were teh play around type." "I still am... for some things ;)" A couple minutes passed as I waited to see if he would respond. I finally typed, "I saw Paden and Mitchell tonight." "o yeh? and?" "Paden told me what happened last month. I was worried." "im ok, " he typed back. "it was a small car. i didnt get hurt" "I'm more worried about how you're doing otherwise," I explained. "He told me about your dad, too, and that you and your girlfriend broke up." A minute passed, and he hadn't responded. I continued to wait. Two minutes. I started to type again, but stopped. I didn't want to push him. I figured if he wanted to talk about it, he'd talk about it. I looked down at my crotch. The gravity of the topic had caused me to lose my semi, and my long cock had receded back up the leg of my shorts. I opened my web browser to find something to jack off to. As the page loaded, I heard the "door close" sound from my messenger, and I switched back in time to see Colin's name fade and disappear. I closed my browser, shut the laptop, and stood up. I reached into my boxerbriefs and arranged my package more comfortably. He hadn't wanted to talk about it, I supposed, and I no longer felt like jacking off. I shut off the lights downstairs and headed upstairs to bed. I was having a dream about soccer. Paden and Mitchell were running on the pitch naked with Mitchell's brother close behind them. A referee was chasing them holding up red cards and blowing his whistle, but it wasn't the usual sound of a whistle. It kept repeating and sounded more like a bell. Finally the realization came that it was actually my doorbell ringing, not the ref's whistle. I woke slowly and picked up my phone to check the time. I had been in bed for a little more than an hour. The bell kept ringing. "What the fuck?" I muttered, throwing off the sheet and getting out of bed. Whoever it was had excellent timing; I had awakened with a full hard-on, which was arched up to the right, curving against my waist. I hit the light at the top of the stairs and the ringing stopped. As I headed down the stairs, my package bounced heavily, losing its hardness but not much of its size. By the time I reached the door, I was no longer hard, but the right side of my shorts bulged obscenely with the outline of my Italian sausage and egg-fat balls. I turned on the porch light and opened the door. My breath caught in my chest. Colin stood at my door, brightly illuminated by the porch light. The sleeves of his t-shirt were stretched taut around his large biceps, muscled but not defined. "Without me, it's just 'aweso'" was emblazoned in dark blue across his pecs. It was a shirt he had worn many times over the past year, and it was one of the many that had made his old friends like Paden mock him. He was wearing basketball shorts and flip-flops. The outline of his teen cockhead showed clearly in the shorts. His bike was leaning against the wall near the door. "Colin," I managed to say. "Hi. What are you doing here?" His hazel eyes glistened a bit. His lips were pressed tightly together. He swallowed, "Abs," he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped. I realized he was about to cry. I reached out and pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around him. He was sweaty from the bike ride, but I held on and brought him inside, shutting and locking the door behind us. We stood near the door for several moments with our arms around each other. He wasn't crying, but I could feel his body shaking. My cock, pressed against his left hip, was responding positively to the nearness of Colin's muscled body. His dick was poking me in the thigh. I let go of him and held him at arm's length. I squeezed his biceps. He looked down bashfully. I led him into the living room, and we sat down together on the couch. I turned to him. "What are you doing here, baby?" I asked again. He shuddered at the term "baby." "I thought you were grounded." "I am," he said. "I snuck out, and if my mom wakes up and finds me gone, I'm going to be in so much more trouble than I am right now." "Then I ask again... What are you doing here?" "You know, when the breakup first happened, I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to call you or come over, but I couldn't. I knew what had happened with Grayson. So I went to that party. I knew Paden would be there. I hoped we could talk, that maybe it could be like before, but he didn't even talk to me. He said hey when he saw me, but that's it." I nodded. "Did you try talking to him?" I asked. Colin sighed and shook his head. "Not really. Everything has been so weird. I didn't even know what to say. I finally just left." "And then there was the accident." He nodded. "Yes. I was so mad, but at least it wasn't my fault, and at least I wasn't actually drunk." I squeezed his thigh. "And at least you didn't get hurt," I added. "You know, my dad never even bothered to ask what happened. He just raged about the cost of the fine and how insurance was going to go up." I started to say something encouraging, but he kept going on. "I hadn't had a drink in months. He knew my girlfriend wasn't into that. He didn't even ask why I was drinking that night. You would think he'd have asked, if he cared, you know?" I put my left arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me. He rested his head on my chest, and I could feel his tears. I didn't say anything, but only held him. I smoothed his hair and rubbed his head with my right hand. After a few minutes, he lifted his head from my chest. I looked into his eyes and used my thumbs to wipe the tears from his face. "Sorry," he said. "I feel so stupid, crying like a girl." "It's okay, baby," I said. "You've had a rough few weeks." He smiled. "I knew you'd understand. I was so happy when you messaged me, but I wasn't sure what to do. I tried to play it cool, but then you started asking about me, like you really cared..." "I do really care," I assured him. "I've hated how strained everything has been with you and Paden and me. I missed freshman you." "You're like the only one who cares besides my mom. I had to come." We sat silently, thigh to thigh. I put my arm around him again, and he rested his head on my shoulder. "Are you going to make me go home now?" he asked after a few minutes. "Do you want to go home right now?" I asked. It was about 1 in the morning. He shook his head. "Then I'm not going to make you go home right now, but you will have to be home before your mom wakes up." "So I can stay a while?" He looked up, and I looked down to meet his gaze. His dark eyelashes framed his hopeful hazel eyes. He placed his hand on my left thigh. The proximity of the well-built 16-year-old jock had kept my dick at half-mast since we sat down. I stood up and took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go upstairs," I said in a cheesy voice and smiled. Colin's face lit up when he smiled back. Once inside the bedroom I pushed Colin against the wall and pressed my lips to his, kissing him hard. I slid my tongue between his lips and into his mouth. He pushed his tongue back against mine. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me hard against him. He was completely hard, and I was well on my way. I felt the blood flow to my crotch increase when his cock touched mine. I reached for the bottom of Colin's shirt to pull it off. I broke the kiss, and he raised his hands over his head. I lifted the shirt, exposing his teenage torso. He had developed a full, dark treasure trail, and a scattering of dark hair had spread across his chest. Colin pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. I bent my head to his chest and nipped at his hard left nipple. He moaned and rested his head against the wall. I kissed his plump pecs and worked my way over to his right nipple. I swirled my tongue around the hard nub and took it between my teeth. Colin breathed in sharply and grabbed my shoulders. I moved my way up to his neck, breathing in his teenage boy scent as I planted kisses all over his neck and the unshaven area under his chin. He groaned loudly. I ran my hands up his sides. He shuddered and broke out in goose bumps. I brought my fingers up under his arms and lifted them back over his head. I held his wrists together with one hand and pinned them against the wall. I looked him over. His basketball shorts were tented with his hard cock. My own shorts gaped open at the top, as my cock had long ago grown fully hard and stretched them away from my body. Our eyes met, and I moved in to kiss him again. Our cocks touched. I reached down and arranged them both so they were pointing up. My dick rose several inches above the waistband of my boxerbriefs. My cockhead glistened with precum. I pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, our tongues sliding longingly over and around each other. As we kissed, we rubbed our bodies against each other, chest-to-chest and cock-to-cock. I nipped at Colin's neck again, and he turned his head and breathed in deeply. I moved up to his earlobe and nibbled it gently and growled into his ear. The vibrations of my deep voice in his ear caused him to shudder, and I felt his body weaken. When I released his arms and stepped back, they fell limply at his sides, and he sagged against the wall. I shucked my boxerbriefs, finally releasing my fully hard 9.5-inch Italian fuck prong. My heavy, hard meat bobbed up and down once it was free. Colin reached out and wrapped his hand around my fat prick. He whimpered when I made my dick bounce and swell in his hand. He used my dick to pull me back to him, and we kissed again as Colin rubbed my prick, coating it with precum. Finally, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I kissed his stomach, the "insulated six-pack" as he had once called it. He entwined his fingers in my thick, dark hair. I pulled down his basketball shorts. His dick had gained some girth, but looked to be about the same length as the last time we had met, so many months ago. And it still stuck out from his body at a 90-degree angle. His pubes were trimmed and his balls were shaven smooth, both of which I figured were influences from his girlfriend. A small drop of precum showed at the tip. I looked up into Colin's eyes and smiled. Then, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across the tip of his teenage prick, licking up his precum. A quiet moan escaped his mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, dragging it across the sensitive corona of his swollen glans. I parted my lips and took his entire 7-inch length into my mouth and throat. He tensed against the wall and grabbed onto my head; he panted. I used my throat to massage the head of his cock while my tongue coated the shaft with spit. With his balls cupped firmly in my right hand, I started bobbing up and down on his jock dick. Colin was now leaning forward over me, gripping my shoulders for support. I released his cock from my mouth and started working on his smooth sac, sucking each teencum-filled egg between my lips. With the fingers of my right hand, I massaged his prostate, which made his cock swell. Some more precum oozed from the tip. Releasing his balls from my lips, I licked up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip. I flicked my tongue against his frenulum, and his precum oozed down onto it. I took just the head into my mouth and nursed it gently, stroking the shaft with my left hand and massaging his full balls with my right. I could feel his balls tightening, and his breathing was getting faster. I released his cock and looked up at him. Colin's eyes were a mixture of disappointment and desperation. I stepped close to him again. "Not yet, baby," I growled into his ear. He shuddered. I grabbed onto his waist and moved him around, so that we had switched positions and I was now against the wall. My fat, full cock was demanding attention. With very slight pressure on his shoulders, I pushed Colin to his knees. I gazed down into his hazel eyes and smoothed back his hair. With my right hand, I pressed my engorged, sticky knob against his left cheek. The stubble on his cheeks was prickly, but as evidence of the fact that he was growing up, it actually turned me on more. I wiped my glans across his cheek and lips to his right cheek, leaving a string of precum in its wake. Colin grabbed the base of my fat prong and brought my dickhead to his lips. He kissed my knob gently; his lips glistened. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, and he started lapping at the ooze of self-lube that was dripping from my wide piss slit. I placed my hand on the back of his head and urged him forward. Colin opened his mouth and finally wrapped his lips around my broad, flared dickhead. I kept my hand on the back of his head, gently encouraging him further down my shaft. He kept one hand the base of my dick, stroking and squeezing it; his other hand was braced on my thigh to make sure I didn't force him further down than he wanted to go. As I reached the back of his throat, Colin gagged. I let go of his head. He used his mouth and tongue on the thick Italian meat that could fit in his mouth while he continued stroking the remaining several inches. He bobbed up and down on me, each time trying to take more of me into his mouth. It had been a long time since Colin had sucked dick, or at least a dick as big as mine, so I was being patient, but the urge to go balls-deep into his throat was growing. His long tongue swabbed the broad sides of my shaft again and again as he moved his head up and down on me. I started thrusting my hips slowly, almost imperceptibly at first. Colin now placed both hands on my waist. I put my hand on the back of his head again. I continued thrusting my hips forward while gently exerting pressure on the back of his head. Soon, I felt the swollen tip of my dick enter Colin's throat, and I let out a loud moan and sagged against the wall. I was back inside my boy's throat. My dick throbbed insistently. With little encouragement from me, Colin continued working my shaft deeper into his throat, until the entire fat length of my cock filled his mouth and my wrinkled heavy ballsac was pressed against his chin. Up and down Colin bobbed, using his hands, tongue, and lips on every hard inch of me. He pulled all the way off of me and buried his face in my nutbag. He breathed in my scent deeply and sucked on each sperm-swollen orb. I grabbed my dick and pushed the weight of it down on his head. I gently tapped him with it. He released my nads from between his lips and then kissed his way up the length of the left side of my prong to the head, which he nursed between his lips before kissing his way down the other side. Colin sighed and held my wet, tumid dick against his cheek. I tensed my PC muscles, and my dick bounced in Colin's hand. He looked up at me. "Your cock is so amazing," he said and smiled. "I know," I said, making it bounce again. "And it'll be even better inside your ass." Colin whimpered. He let go of my dick and started kissing my stomach, giving each distinct ab a peck and sliding his tongue along the ridges. He worked his way up to my smooth chest, licking each of my pecs and sucking on the swollen muscle. He took my hard brown nipples between his teeth and bit gently. I groaned and arched against him. Colin brought his lips to mine. We were cock-to-cock again and kissing deeply. Colin's cock was pressed against my abs, and I held him tight against me. He moved his hips up and down as if fucking the grooves of my stomach muscles. My own dick was pressed against his stomach, smearing his hairy teen abdomen with precum and boy spit. I led Colin to the bed and told him to lie down on his back. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, so that his ass almost hanging off of it. I pushed his legs up into the air and knelt down. Like his pecs, he had developed a light dusting of dark hair on his bubble ass since the last time I had been with him. I spread his ass cheeks and started licking at his small, puckered hole. With my right index finger I kept a constant pressure on his prostate. I tongued his hole, tracing the tight sphincter. It twitched. I used my other hand in conjunction with my tongue to encourage the sphincter to open. I heard a deep, long sigh from Colin. My oral ministrations on his hole were causing him to relax, which is exactly what he needed to do. Using only my spit as lube, I inserted one and then two fingers into Colin's teen hole, loosening him for my fat prick. My dick stood rigid and ready, engorged and insistent. I reached under the bed for lube, which I squirted on Colin's hole and my fingers before sliding a third inside of him. He tensed immediately. I reached up and rubbed his stomach. "Relax, boyo," I encouraged. "Just relax." I felt his hole loosen. I applied more and more lube over the next few minutes as I worked to make his hole ready. Finally, I pulled out my fingers and stood up. My cock was already slick with precum, but I added lube to the mixture. My swollen, angry rod was hot to the touch. I pushed the broad tip of my fuck stick against Colin's hole, which opened obediently to accept me. I broke through the sphincter and groaned as it clenched tightly on my invading weapon. Colin's face screwed up as a spasm of pain wracked his body. I again rubbed his stomach, encouraging him to relax. "Look at me, baby," I said. He opened his eyes. "Just breathe." I inserted about five inches of pipe into his hole and paused, letting him adjust to me. I squirted more lube into his hole and onto my dick. I rotated my hips in a screwing motion, loosening his hole. His teeth were clenched, but he didn't resist. Then I started working my way further into him. Our eyes remained locked together. Soon he was filled with almost every inch of my dick. I smiled down at him. A look of relief crossed his face. I again gave his insides a moment to adjust to my invading prick. Then, I started to slide out. I adjusted the angle of my hips slightly, so that as my curved dick pulled out of Colin's tight teen hole, my broad, flat cockhead would graze his prostate. My boy's jock body twitched and I felt him shudder. I stopped and made short, quick thrusting motions against his g-spot. Colin twisted beneath me, moaning. His right arm was over his eyes, and his left hand was gripping my sheets. I pushed all the way back inside of him until my substantial cum pouch rested on his muscled teen ass. Colin wrapped his legs tight around me, holding me inside of him, and started bucking his hips up against me, as if trying to get me deeper inside. I pushed him further up onto the bed and climbed on, never taking my dick from his ass. I was now on top of him, face to face. "You like that?" I asked, again using quick jabs of my cock against his prostate. "Yes," he breathed huskily. "You want it harder?" I asked, covering his mouth with mine before he could answer. He bucked his hips against me and groaned loudly, which I interpreted as a yes. I slid my dick all the way out until only the head was inside his hole, and then I drove it back in to the hilt. I increased the speed of my thrusts, until I was drilling Colin hard and fast. He writhed beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I reached under him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling us closer together. I watched his face the entire time we fucked, taking note of every contortion, the pain when I went too deep, and the ecstasy when I stimulated his g-spot. His eyes would close in pleasure, and then flutter open. I met his gaze each time and smiled at him, reveling in the pleasure I was bringing my teenjock lover. "Oh God, Abs," he whimpered. "Oh God." "That's it, baby," I grunted back. "Take me inside of you. Let me make love to you with every inch." My thrusts were becoming jerky and irregular as I got closer to cumming. Being inside Colin's tight hole after so long was so exciting that I had almost cum as soon as I breached his hole. He reached between us to stroke his smooth, 7-inch teen prick. His balls had drawn up inside his body and were bulging at the base of his dick. He had barely touched the swollen shaft when he exploded. Colin let out a strangled yell and two shots of adolescent spooge spurted against my stomach from the spongy tip of his cock. The rest of his sweet teen load dribbled out over his fingers and onto his stomach. I groaned loudly in response to Colin. The feel of his cum on my stomach and his ass clenching and releasing my meat brought me to the edge. Colin felt me shudder on top of him, and I started to pull out, ready to drop my copious load of sperm and semen onto his sweaty jock body. "No," he grunted, and pulled me back down into him. "I want it inside me." "Oh God, baby," I growled between clenched teeth. My eyes rolled up into my head and all of my muscles tensed. My dick swelled, and my piss slit opened to deliver my seed into teenjock's well-worked hole. My dick twitched as each gush of sperm rocketed up my urethra and flooded Colin's guts. I finally collapsed on top of him, but I didn't pull out. He held my sweaty muscular body to his. As my dick softened, it dropped from his cummy hole. Finally, I rolled off of him and lay down next to him, catching my breath. "What was that? Like 10 shots?" he asked, gingerly touching his abused hole. I looked over at him and grinned. "Could you feel it?" I asked. He nodded and smiled back. "How could I not feel a firehouse exploding inside of me?" I chuckled and raised myself up on my elbow to look at him more directly. "You're okay, though?" He certainly looked happy, but I had to check. He moved closer to me. "I'm very okay," he said contentedly. I pulled him close to me, and we lay together for several minutes saying nothing. Colin was dozing, and I wanted to go to sleep with him close to me, but I knew it was a bad idea. He had to be home before his mom woke up. Hell, it was entirely possible that she had already noticed his absence and was freaking out. We couldn't risk it. I hated to wake him, but I had to. "Colin," I whispered into his ear. "You gotta wake up, baby. We can't sleep like this. You have to get home." "Ugggh," he groaned. "Do I have to?" "Yes, you do. Now get up. We'll take a shower, and then I'll drive you home." I got out of bed and pulled him up by his arms. I led him to the bathroom, and we both got into the shower. I washed his body, cleaning the cum and spit from his stomach and pubes. Then, I knelt down as he braced against the wall, and I gently cleaned the cum and lube from his hole. Then, I reached between his legs and started stroking his dick, which had begun to harden while I washed his body. He turned around and presented me with his fully hard teendick. His back was to the showerhead, and the water streamed down muscled chest and torso. I took him into my mouth and sucked hard, bobbing my head quickly up and down the length of his dick. I used my left hand and mouth together, stroking and sucking his teenage prong. I cupped his balls and massaged them with my right hand. I sucked him deep into my throat, using my mouth like a vacuum on his turgid piece. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him against me. His balls were on my chin; my nose was in his pubes. I worked my throat on his cockhead. "I'm gonna cum, Abs," he muttered. His hands clenched on my head, his dick twitched in my mouth, and then he was cumming. His teen sperm streamed from his cocktip onto my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop of his jock stud load. "My turn," he said, when I finally let go of his soft cock. We switched places, and Colin was now on his knees in front of the erect mass of my endowment. My balls were hanging especially low because of the heat of the shower. He reached up and pulled on them, wrapping his hands around the top of the voluminous bag and stroking downwards, as if he were milking my sperm tanks. The downward pressure on my sac brought the angle of my dick down, and it pointed straight at Colin's face. He teased the frenulum and the piss slit with his tongue before planting a kiss on the swollen tip. Then, he opened his mouth wide and took as much of me as he could in one gulp. His lips closed tightly about halfway down the length of my dick, and he sucked in his cheeks. As before, he used his hands on the inches outside his mouth while using his tongue to bathe what he had inside. With little encouragement from me he worked his way down my rod, finally taking me into his throat. My legs trembled when I felt his throat close around my cockhead, and I gripped is head for balance. Taking this as a cue from me, Colin removed his hand from my shaft and opened his mouth even wider. He looked up at me through the water that was spilling off of my body and onto his face. He was offering his throat as a hole for me. I pushed my dick all the way down his throat. He choked, and I pulled out, but I immediately reinserted it. He choked again, and I pulled out briefly. Soon, I was able to fuck my dick in and out of his throat with ease. "That's it baby," I groaned over and over. "Take all of me. Choke on my fat Italian meat." He obediently gave up his mouth and throat to my pillaging prick. A strangled gurgle escaped his throat. "Fuck, I love that sound," I said, pushing harder into him again. Even when he was gagging, he didn't try to push me out of his mouth. Occasionally, I would go balls deep into his throat and hold him in place, with my saggy sac hanging against his chin and my pubes tickling his nose. As I got closer to releasing my second load of the night, I stopped the facefuck and let Colin resume control. His jaw was sore, so he stroked my dick while giving his jaw a rest. He used both hands on me, gliding them up and down the entire length of my girthy sausage. He squeezed and massaged the shaft of my dick and took only the head between his lips. Precum flowed continuously over his tongue, and he swallowed it eagerly. He nursed the head and started using alternate hand strokes. With his left hand, he rubbed my dick from the top near his mouth down to the base, and then followed it immediately with his right hand. Again and again, one hand followed by the other, bringing me closer to explosion. His lips were locked firmly behind my glans, and his tongue worked the sensitive knob of my dick non-stop. He slid the tip of his tongue into my piss hole. "Your tongue's gonna make me blow, boyo," I said. I pulled my dick from his mouth and stroked the length of it several times. "You want my cum?" I rubbed the back of his head, and he looked up at me and nodded. His mouth was open and his tongue was lolling out of it, ready for my delivery. "Ready?" I grunted. My muscles tensed, and I was up on the tips of my toes, towering over the teenager on his knees before me. Colin didn't have time to respond, as my piss slit gaped open and released the first thick, white rope of my cum. It landed heavily across his face, from the top right of his head down to the bottom left of his chin. Another rope followed immediately, dropping across his nose and down his chin, dripping onto his chest. String after string of my Italian cream splattered across Colin's face, on his tongue, in his eyes, on his shoulders. My orgasm subsided, and, starting at the base of my cum tube, I squeezed the remnants of my load up the length of my dick and onto Colin's tongue. He took my softening cock into his mouth and sucked anything that remained from the tip. His face was lathered in sperm. "That's a good look on you," I teased when I finally caught my breath. "Very funny," he said. "I forgot how much you can actually shoot." I smirked. "I didn't forget how good you look glazed with my jism." His long tongue darted around his mouth, licking up all the cum it could reach. "Want some help with that?" I asked. With my fingers, I scooped some cum from his chest and shoulders and inserted them into his mouth. He licked my fingers clean and sucked on them. My dick, which wasn't yet completely soft, immediately responded. I knew we didn't have time for another round, so with immense effort I pulled my fingers from his mouth. "We better get cleaned up." We managed to finish showering and to get dressed without any further distractions. Once ready, we loaded Colin's bike onto my car's bike rack, and I drove him home. "I'm really glad you decided to message me," Colin said. "I am, too," I said. "I'm really glad you decided to come over." I turned to him with a smile, and I squeezed his thigh. "But we can't really do it again, can we?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I have a girlfriend, now, you know. And that whole thing with Grayson has made me really nervous. Plus, I'm sure you'll get another girlfriend, and then we'll both have less time and inclination to mess around together." He nodded, but I could tell he was disappointed. "But never say never," I added. He perked up. I stopped at the end of his block to reduce the chance of his mom waking up because of a car idling in front of the house. I got out and took down his bike. I pulled Colin to me, and we kissed briefly. "Be careful," I whispered in his ear before I let him go. Colin got on his bike and rode off; I got in my car and turned to head in the opposite direction. ******************* Please e-mail me (alessandro.bendotato@gmail.com) and let me know what you thought about this chapter -- 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.