Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:27:09 -0400 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: chaz So finally, here's a new episode. I know that it has been an unbearably long time, and I do apologize. Life and work sometimes get in the way of other things. If I could find a way to make money off of these, I'd be set! This episode picks up where the last left off, so you might want to go back and re-read that one. I myself think that I'll take some time to go back and re-read the stories in order to make sure that I don't get too far off track from the original. If you read the "Lunch Stop" chapter, I'm still looking for feedback on where people would like the storyline with the anonymous teenager to go. As usual, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). I fear that after my long hiatus interest in the story has waned almost entirely. Ouch! See the note at the end for contact information. Please note that my e-mail has changed! Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult- youth section. I have also published another non-Mr. A story in the highschool section entitled "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin". Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life, however, are played by people aged 18 and over (and you should be 18 if you're reading this!). If you are not interested in reading about this (or other male-on-male sex), please leave now. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my permission. (That means it's copyrighted by me, in case you were confused.) ******************* My mind was racing at the prospect of spending the night with Chaz in a hotel room. It had been awhile since I had hooked up with one of my boys, and I had been eyeing Chaz all year. If anything was ever going to happen, this was the night. I walked up to the ticket counter again, and the attendant gave me a list of hotels. I called one up and explained my situation to the woman on the other end of the line. She asked if I wanted a single room or a double. I had always let the boys make the first move, but it wouldn't hurt for me to help things along, right? My cock plumped at the thought of it. "Single," I answered. I hung up the phone and walked back to Chaz. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded. Chaz and I gathered up our luggage and headed for the shuttle, which took us to the hotel. I checked us in, and we took the elevator up to our room. "Okay," I said, as I slid the keycard into the slot, "there's one slight problem." Chaz looked at me quizzically as I turned the handle. "There's only one bed." "Oh," he said, entering the room ahead of me. He looked around. "That's okay. There's plenty of room for me to sleep on the floor." "Don't be ridiculous," I said. "Don't tell me you're afraid of sharing a bed with another guy." "Well, I mean, I dunno," he said hesitantly. "What do you do when you go out of town for soccer, baseball, and football? Do you sleep on the floor, then?" He grinned. "I don't, but someone else does!" I chuckled. "Time for you to get over your fear, Chaz," I said. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I don't think either of us is going to try anything." Even as I said this, I fervently hoped that I was wrong. "Besides, it's a king sized bed, which is way bigger than the doubles you would have to share on a school trip." "Yeah, you're right. What's the big deal? It's not like we're going to be naked or anything." I looked at him, "Well, actually..." I started to say. His eyes got big and a panicked look crossed his face. "I'm just messing with you," I finished. "I don't sleep naked." "Whew," he said. "You had me worried there for a second, Mr. A." He chuckled nervously. It was interesting to see him looking uncomfortable. Normally, he had such a cocksure way about him, very confident and sexy, but at that moment, he seemed very much like an unsure, inexperienced teenager. I couldn't really blame him, though. Here he was, just shy of 16-years-old, on his own in a strange city, having to share a bed with his coach and teacher. Propriety, of course, told me that I should have offered the bed to him or had him sleep on the floor, but I had let propriety fly out the window the year before when I first let my cock slip into Paden's mouth. I opened my suitcase and grabbed my toiletries out of it. I said to Chaz, "The flight out is rather early, even earlier since we're taking the shuttle, so I'm going to shower tonight and then get to sleep." "Okay," Chaz said. "Do you think I should take one tonight, too?" he asked. "Well, that depends," I answered. "If you want to sleep a little later in the morning, then yes." Chaz nodded. I didn't know if that meant he was going to be showering after me or not, but I supposed it didn't matter. I walked into the bathroom and undressed, sliding my blue boxerbriefs down over my large, flaccid cock. I checked myself out in the mirror, admiring my body. I truly had gotten the best of the possible Italian genes: dark, but not too dark, not too hairy, muscular, and with plenty of swinging sausage. I cupped my balls. It had been several days since Danny and his family had left, and in that time I had gotten off only twice. My balls were full, and the thought of emptying them with Chaz caused my already plump cock to get even chubbier. "Shit," I thought. "Maybe I should just jack it in the shower. I'd hate to let my horniness get the better of me with Chaz." If I fired off a load in the shower, at least then I might approach the Chaz situation more reasonably, but with a few days of build-up in my tanks, there was a greater chance of me trying something. I pulled on my dick a bit, watching it expand and lengthen. I ran my hand down my abs. "Fuck it," I muttered. "I'll take my chances." I turned and walked to the shower, my semi-hard cock bouncing and swaying against my muscular thighs. I stepped into the tub and turned on the faucet. I knelt down to test the water; my cock and balls swung weightily between my legs. If I had knelt a bit lower, I would have been able to touch the flared head of my semi to the floor of the tub. I looked down and smiled. Turning on the shower, a blast of cold water hit me in the torso and ran down my body, causing my sac to draw up closer to my body and my meat to shrink a bit. The water quickly turned warm, however, and I let it run over me. Grabbing the soap, I lathered myself up, coating my pecs and abs with suds. I rubbed the bar over my left arm and lifted it to get to my pit, sudsing the hair there and washing the clumped anti- perspirant away; I repeated the process with my right arm. I next focused on my crotch, soaping my pubes and my endowment. My cock and balls swayed as I washed them. I lifted my sac to wash underneath, pressing lightly against my prostate; blood surged into my dick, but I resisted the urge to go all the way. Putting my foot up on the side of the tub, I moved on to wash my thick legs and feet, my cock slapping against my thigh as I did first my left and then my right leg. It took all my will power not to reach down and start stroking immediately. Instead, I washed my hair and face and turned off the water. Throwing back the curtain, I reached out for a towel to dry myself, starting at the top of my head and working my way down my body. I loved the way the heat of the shower and the constant attention my schlong received during the wash and dry made me hang even lower than normal. My heavy balls hung several inches below my body in their wrinkled sac, and my dick head came to a stop a couple inches below that. I pulled on my boxerbriefs and adjusted my package. If Chaz had somehow managed to avoid ever seeing me in the locker-room after practice (or hearing anything about it), there was no way that he was going to miss out on the view this time. I hung up the towel and headed out of the bathroom. Chaz was lying on the bed flipping through the channels on the TV when I came out. He was still fully dressed. "All yours," I said, walking past him to the other side of the bed where my suitcase was. I thought that his eyes focused on me just briefly (or was it because he was trying to see the TV?). I stood next to the bed and closed my suitcase. He looked over at me; this time, I knew that his eyes rested on my crotch. I lifted the suitcase off the bed and put it on the floor. "You have a really good body, Mr. A," Chaz said. "You must work out a lot." "Yeah, every day," I answered Chaz. "Started when I was younger than you," I said, flexing a little and then laughing. "I've been working out for awhile now, too," he said. "You have to in Florida. No one wants to see a fat ass on the beach." He laughed, and I joined in. "True enough," I said and flopped down on the bed next to him. I crossed my ankles, which naturally brought my thighs together and pushed up my bulge, making it even more prominent. Chaz was still looking at me. "How did you get abs like that?" he asked suddenly. "I mean, seriously, I've been doing crunches like mad and don't see a big difference." "Well, it's a whole routine, Chaz," I answered. "You can't just do crunches. There are more to your abs than just the 6-pack. Also, keep in mind, everyone has a 6-pack. It's just that some people have one that's 'insulated' as Colin would say. You gotta lose the fat that's covering it, too, so all the crunches in the world won't make your 6-pack show up if you aren't also lean." "Colin?" Chaz said. "Yeah, you know Colin," I replied. "That fag," Chaz said. "Whoa," I said quickly. "What's that about?" "Nothing," Chaz answered. "I've just heard some things about him, and he just seems like a fag." "Okay," I said, feeling myself getting defensive and trying to control it. "I don't think Colin is gay, and even if he is, there's no need to call him a fag. Who cares as long as he's not trying to get with you?" "I guess," Chaz said, sensing my irritation. "Sorry. I know that you and Colin are tight." More than you know, I thought to myself. "It's cool," I said. "You gonna shower?" He nodded and got out of bed. "Can I use your shampoo and stuff?" he asked. "Mine was all packed with my mom." "No problem," I said, turning to the TV. About 15 minutes later, I heard the water turn off, and Chaz walked out of the bathroom still drying his hair with a towel and wearing only his boxers. I glanced up at him and smiled. He had a smooth upper body with the hint of a 6-pack and a broad chest. His legs were covered with a light dusting of hair that matched the hair on his head. A tempting treasure trail of darker hair led the way from his navel to the waistband of his plaid boxers. His soft cock, I could see, hung down the left leg and pressed against the material as he walked. Chaz was quite tan, which made the whiteness of his perfectly straight teeth stand out all the more when he smiled at me and said, "What?" "I thought you said you didn't have a 6-pack," I said. He blushed. "I don't, really, not like yours," he said nervously. "I've been kind of flexing them." He relaxed his abdomen, and I saw that although he had a flat stomach, the hint of ridges that were there before disappeared. "Ahhh, okay," I said and flexed mine as a joke. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, watching as each panel of my abs came into stark relief on my stomach. I chuckled. Chaz tossed the towel to the ground and got into the bed. "See," I said, indicating the amount of space between us. "Plenty of room for both of us." "Yeah, I guess," Chaz replied, still sounding unsure. He was resting his back against the headboard of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. I stole a glance at his crotch, wondering what lay beneath the plaid checks of his boxers. Some careful observation throughout the year had led me to believe that Chaz was decently well developed, which would certainly account for his confidence. I looked at the clock; it was nearly 11, and we would have to be at the airport by 7, which meant catching the 6:30 shuttle. "I think that I'm going to bed," I said, settling down onto the mattress. "I'll sleep on top of the blankets," I offered, "just to be safe," I added with a chuckle. "Hey, you don't have to worry about me," Chaz said defensively. "You sure?" I teased. He nodded emphatically. I pulled up the blankets on my side of the bed and got underneath. I reached up and turned off the light. Closing my eyes, I turned onto my right side, facing away from Chaz. A few minutes later, having apparently decided that there was nothing on TV worth watching, Chaz turned off the TV and followed my example. I looked up over my shoulder and saw that he was lying on his left side, facing away from me, so that our butts pointed at each other. I listened for a few minutes, waiting to hear the measured breathing that indicated he had fallen asleep, and I thought about how badly I wanted something to happen with him. Partly I was intrigued by the fact that of all the guys on the team, only he and Mitchell had ever managed not to gawk at me when I had walked around the locker-room as one of them. This indicated either complete disinterest or immense self-control. It was, after all, natural to check out the competition, as it were, and the fact that Chaz apparently hadn't even really seen my body before tonight, much less my cock, was surprising. Whether it was disinterest or self-control, I didn't care; I just knew that either way, I wanted to get a reaction out of him. But how? It had been a very long time since I had gotten with one of my boys, and I felt a strong urge for something to happen. Sure, I had been with Aaron and various girls and my cousins, but that wasn't the same. There was something about the relationship that I had with the students that made it all the more exciting when it went beyond the classroom into something sexual. My cock began to grow as I let my desire for Chaz wash over me. He was sleeping, now. I could reach over and touch him, see what he had resting in his boxers. I could fake sleep and move closer to him, pressing my bulging cock against his ass and then act surprised when he woke up. At the thought of sliding my cock between his smooth, round ass cheeks, my cock surged, growing larger and thicker, stretching out towards the cotton waistband of my boxerbriefs. Shit, I thought. I better stop before I really do something stupid. With another glance over my shoulder at the mop of Chaz's light brown hair and his smooth arm and slightly flexed bicep on top of the blankets, I closed my eyes. Just let it happen naturally, I said to myself. Don't do anything stupid. I woke up a few hours later to an unexpected feeling. Chaz was no longer facing away from me on the other side of the bed. He was facing towards me, and although he wasn't pressed close to my body, he was much nearer than he had been. Near enough that I could feel the tip of his hard cock poking me in the back. I glanced at the clock. It was 5 a.m., an hour before I had set the alarm. My own dick was also hard already. It was now or never, I thought, but what to do? I moved just a little, pushing my back against Chaz's hard cock. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I knew that he was awake. I feigned sleep. "Oh, no," he muttered, sounding panicked. He moved quickly to get his cock away from me, making more noise than he had intended. I opened my eyes and stretched my arms above my head. "What's going on, Chaz?" I asked. "Are you okay?" "Shit," he said under his breath. "Yeah, Mr. A," he answered. "I'm okay." "You sure?" I asked, reaching over to turn on the light and then rolling onto my back. I rarely slept with more than a sheet, and I had long since kicked any other blankets off of me, so my erection was impossible to miss. Chaz looked down at the tent created by my hard cock, and his eyes grew wide. He looked away quickly. I glanced down at my hard-on. "Oh, sorry," I said. "It happens to the best of us, morning wood. What can you do?" I said, swatting at mine. "Damn thing has a mind of its own." At this, Chaz relaxed a bit. "Tell me about it," he said. "I'm kind of having the same problem right now." I laughed. "It's just part of life. It happens to everyone, and if it doesn't, then there's something wrong with him." Chaz grinned. I looked him in the eye and smiled. "And you were worried about sharing a bed with me; seems like I should have been worried about you." Chaz looked worried and scared. "You know?" I laughed again. "Yeah, I felt it, Chaz, but I didn't want to say anything. I knew that you weren't doing anything on purpose." "I'm so sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to." "Chaz," I began, "that's just what I was talking about. It happens. You just have to accept it, and anyone who thinks differently, probably has some kind of hang up. Guys, especially young guys, get hard at night, it's a fact. Everyone does, and those of us who accept that it's just nature and doesn't mean anything have no problem with it. It's part of sharing a bed, too. It's okay." Chaz nodded, still looking unsure. "Look," I said, "I refuse to believe that you've never been around another guy in the morning, regardless of whether you've shared a bed or not. You've spent the night at people's house; they've spent the night at yours. Even if you didn't talk about it, I'm sure that you both knew or saw the other wake up with an erection." "Yeah," he agreed. "That's true." "Don't be embarrassed by it, then," I said. "I'm not." I threw back the covers, exposing my hard cock straining against the blue of my boxerbriefs. Chaz's eyes got wide again and then looked away. "Don't be afraid to look, either," I said. "There's nothing wrong with looking." "Isn't that kind of gay?" Chaz asked uncertainly. "I'm not gay, but I do it," I said. "What?" Chaz asked incredulously. "Yep," I said. "I have ever since I was in middle school. I would check out other guys in the locker-room just to see what they had, compare our junk, see how I measured up. I still do." "Really?" Chaz said. "Yeah," I said. "Most guys are at least curious to see how they stack up against the competition. You're a jock, Chaz! How have you managed NOT to see anyone else's dick?" "My dad always taught me never to look at anyone or anything in the locker-room," Chaz said. I chuckled. "Well, that's his choice, and yours, but I bet if you ask most of the guys on your team, they'll say that they've at least looked at the other guys. They might not have done a close examination, but they've noticed how they measure up to each other." Chaz looked at my crotch again. "Looks like you measure up pretty well," he said half- jokingly, a touch of that confidence coming back into his voice. I grinned at him. "I've been told that I can hold my own, which is probably why I'm so comfortable going around naked and looking at other guys, 'cause I know most are looking back at me." I could feel that Chaz was close to a breakthrough. I had made it okay for him to look at another guy's dick, and since then, his eyes hadn't left mine. I made my cock bounce in my shorts. A wet spot had formed on the blue material. "Jesus!" Chaz said. "What?" I asked stupidly. "I dunno. I've just never...," he trailed off. "It's just so..." Chaz was still under several layers of blankets, so I couldn't tell if he was hard or not, but I had a feeling that he was. Now was my chance. "Want to see it?" I asked. Chaz nodded, saying nothing. "You sure?" I asked, pushing him. I wanted to hear him say it. For months I had walked around the locker-room without so much as a glance from him. Now, I wanted to hear the words. "Yes," he nodded, licking his lips. "Yes, what?" I asked. "What do you want?" He looked at me; our eyes met. The confidence that had come back quickly went away. "Yes, I want to see your dick, Mr. A." I smiled and pulled my boxerbriefs down, exposing my fully hard and leaking cock to the 15-year-old boy in my bed. He gasped. My fat, 9.5-inch prick extended up to my abs, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum onto them. My balls, heavy with a few days' worth of cum, hung low between my spread legs. "Holy shit," he said, "and I thought Paden was big." I cocked my head at him. "What?" "Well, I mean," he stammered. "I've seen some guys, but never on purpose, and I always felt really bad about it." "No need to feel bad about this," I said. "Free show." I lifted my cock up and slapped it against my stomach; it made a wet, splatting sound against my hard abs. Chaz reached beneath the blankets and adjusted himself. He was hard; good. I made my cock bounce and move around without using my hands; Chaz's eyes never left me. "How do you measure up?" I finally asked, holding my fat Italian prick high in the air. "Not nearly as big as yours," he said, "but girls have told me that I'm a good size." "So you've had some experience, then?" I asked, knowing the answer. "OH yeah," he said, that confidence creeping back into his voice again. "More than most guys my age." "And the girls like it?" "Yep, even the older ones who have been with other guys." "So you've got nothing to be ashamed about," I said, stroking his ego. "I mean, mine is kinda unusual." I winked at him. He laughed. "You got that right," he said. Talking about girls had made him more comfortable with the situation, no doubt because it was familiar territory in which he felt like he had some control and experience. "Have you 'gone all the way'?" I asked. A broad smile played across Chaz's lips, exposing his bright white teeth. "Yes, I have, more than any other guy I know." "Really?" I said. "Yep," Chaz answered. "Most of the guys who've even done something by this time have only gotten a handjob or a blowjob. I had sex when I was 13." "Impressive," I said, lazily rubbing the underside of my dickhead. Chaz beamed at my praise and lifted up the blanket to look underneath it. "Promise you won't laugh?" he asked doubtfully. "I promise," I said. I had a feeling that there would be no reason for me to laugh. He took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, fumbling underneath the blankets before throwing them back. His cock rose proudly through the fly of his boxers from a bush of dark brown hair. It was definitely a man's dick, perfectly proportioned. It was nearly 7" long with a thickness of 4-5 inches. I guessed that he was a "show-er" not a "grower" because he had seemed quite large soft. More surprising, though, were the size of his balls, which were larger than mine, but hung in a tighter sac. "That's pretty good for a 15-year-old," I said, "especially your balls. Think you're done growing?" I asked. He nodded. "It hasn't grown much in almost a year." "Well, I think that I win," I said. He laughed. "No shit. Big surprise." I laughed with him, gripping my cock at the base and holding it up again. Chaz's eyes focused on my dick, which I waved back and forth in the air. Precum continued to ooze down the shaft, and the head swelled thicker and darkened as I gripped the base more tightly. "Just to be sure," Chaz said, "maybe we should measure them." I looked at him quizzically. His eyes met mine. "I don't have a ruler," I answered. "What do you propose?" Chaz was now stroking his cock as he stared at mine. Unsurprisingly, he had been drawn in by the size and thickness of my dick. Once I had managed to get beyond his fear of even looking at another guy, it was all over for him. Straight guys had had this reaction to me before, and I had known that if I could just get him comfortable with looking at me, his lust and curiosity to feel what a cock like mine was like would take us the rest of the way. "We could press them together," he suggested. I shook my head. "Chaz, I think we know who's going to win." "I know," he said, getting on his knees and pushing his boxers down over his cock. I too got on my knees, and we faced each other on the bed. Our cocks pointed out from our bodies, hard and throbbing. My beercan thick prick was obviously larger than Chaz's, but I wasn't going to turn down his offer. We moved closer together until our cockheads touched. Chaz's dick bounced and twitched involuntarily when it touched my wet dick head. Chaz had no precum, so far. We moved closer to one another, pushing the underside of our cocks together. I reached down and grabbed both shafts, holding them tightly against each other. Chaz moaned and looked down. My cock towered over his, rising over 2 inches higher, and the broad shaft looked like it was about to surround his dick. I started thrusting my hips, sliding my cock against his, my precum lubing both of us. Chaz moaned again, still staring at our two rods pressed tightly together. Unexpectedly, Chaz reached down and grabbed my cock; we separated. I kept my hand on his dick, gently stroking him, and he kept his hand on mine. "Fuck, this is huge," Chaz mumbled, moving my cock around in his hands, hefting it, feeling its weight and size. "I can't believe a chick even lets you near her with this. I would hate to have to follow you." Chaz slapped my dick against his hand, splattering his palm with precum. 'I'm a tough act to follow," I grunted, making my dick jerk out of his hands. I kept a tight grip on Chaz's own cock, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, teasing the head with my thumb. He moaned, and I saw his legs weaken each time I rubbed my thumb over the head. He whimpered, but continued examining my dick. He put both hands on it, marveling at the several inches of hard meat that were left exposed. He reached down and fondled my balls. "I think my balls are bigger," he whispered huskily. "I think my balls make more cum," I whispered back, reaching down to grip his sac with my right hand while I focused just on his cockhead with my left. He moaned and collapsed against me, his face pressed against my chest. I made my pecs bounce. "Your body is amazing, too, Mr. A," he mumbled into my chest. I couldn't wait any longer. I let go of his meat and pushed him down onto the bed. I lay on top of him, holding myself up in push-up formation. My biceps and pecs bulged as I looked down into his hazel eyes. We were crotch-to-crotch, our cocks pressed together. A look of panic crossed Chaz's face. I thrust downward, pressing my cock against his, and he moaned involuntarily. Somehow, I knew that Chaz would never go for anything like blowjobs or fucking, which was fine with me. I didn't actually want either of those things with him; I just wanted to get off together. I had had friends like Chaz before, other jocks whose only hint of homosexuality was in their fascination with my dick. And with almost every one of them, we had gotten off this way, cock-to-cock, grinding on each other, two muscular bodies writhing together until each one emptied his balls. Chaz thrust back against me, pushing his dick against mine. Our eyes locked, and we started grinding in earnest, pushing our dicks together, slipping and sliding against each other, lubed up by my precum, which continued to ooze from my wide piss slit. I was groaning now, also, feeling Chaz's smaller cock pressed against mine, practically surrounded by my fat prick. We ground our cocks together, body to body, muscle to muscle. Chaz grabbed my arms and felt my biceps; I squeezed his pecs. Our eyes never leaving each others' faces, but occasionally closing and rolling back in our heads. Cock-to-cock I rode him, feeling him up, and he matched me thrust-for-thrust, hands exploring each others' smooth, muscular bodies. Sliding his hand between our bodies, Chaz reached for my sac and started playing with my cumtanks, pulling on them gently. Chaz pushed against me and rolled me over, so that he was on top. I grinned up at him, unsurprised at his move. He looked down on me, a smirk playing across his lips. He started thrusting harder against me, moaning and groaning. He moved his hips faster. Our dicks pulsed and oozed together. I moved my hips slightly, so that on Chaz's next downward thrust, he slid off my broad prick and onto the hard ridges of my flexed abs. His eyes grew wide as we continued our motions, but now we fucked each others' abs. Chaz's dick throbbed and oozed onto the crown of each of my defined abdominal muscles. I felt his cock spasm, and his balls grew tight. Chaz came suddenly, sending two ropes of cum straight up my body and onto my pecs. I took advantage of Chaz's distraction and rolled him back over as his cock finished spasming against my abs, leaving a thick, white load of teencum on my stomach. I continued thrusting, getting closer to my own orgasm. I sat up and straddled Chaz's lower body. I squeezed the head of my cock, stroking just the first few inches with my right hand. Chaz's eyes never left my throbbing cock or my bouncing balls, which were slowly beginning to rise in my loose sac, preparing to unload their contents onto the smooth body of the high school jock under me. Chaz reached up and started playing with my balls, pulling and fondling them. I leaned forward, pressing my left hand onto Chaz's stomach. "I'm gonna shoot," I grunted, as the orgasm started in the tip of my dick and spread throughout my body. Jism erupted from the tip of my cock, rope after rope of Italian cream spurted from my cannon onto Chaz's body. The first two shots hit him squarely in the face and some landed in his hair, before he was able to move his head. The next two shots landed next to him on the pillow with a gentle "thud". The remaining shots coated his chest and neck, before the dribble of thick spooge oozed from the softening cockhead onto his stomach. Only 10 shots, but they were all quite thick and coated Chaz in a nice layer of my spew. "Oh my God," Chaz said, cum dripping from his chin. Assuming Chaz hadn't seen one of Todd's cumshots, I was fairly certain that this was the most cum he had ever seen, even in porn. "Sorry about that," I breathed, looking into his eyes. "But I did tell you that I came more." He laughed. "I guess so, but Jesus Christ, I wasn't expecting that." He was trying in vain to wipe the jizz from his face with his hands. "I get that a lot," I said with a wink, rolling off of him and onto my back on the bed. "Playing with my balls always guarantees a big load." My softening cock hung between my legs, still oozing some cum, which dribbled onto the sheets. "It's still coming out!" he shouted, reaching for my dick and lifting it up. I was a little surprised by his action. "Hey, aren't you the guy who was afraid even to look at another dick?" He blushed and let my cock drop. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean..." "I'm just fucking with you, Chaz. You didn't offend me. I just fucking blew a huge nut all over you. It would take a lot to offend me at this point." My cum dripped down his body. "I guess the shower last night was kind of pointless," he said. "Sorry," I said, genuinely apologetic. "I didn't think anything like this would happen." "Neither did I," he said. Chaz seemed comfortable with what had happened, but no doubt he was still experiencing some of the post-orgasm glow, when everything seems right. As usual, after it was all over, I began to worry how he would react when he came down. What if he freaked out? ON THE PLANE? "We don't have much time," I said, glancing at the clock. "You take a shower. It'll be easier for me to wash you off with a cloth than for you to wash me off." I glanced at his hair, which had strings of my cum in it. "Yeah, okay," he said, getting out of bed. His soft cock hung rather low, probably about 5 inches, confirming my idea that he was a "show-er". "I still think I shot a pretty good load, though." I laughed. "Yes, you did. Thick, too, probably from those big ass balls of yours." He grinned at the compliment. Good, I thought. I followed him into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, which I used to wipe Chaz's seed from my body and clean the remnants of my own ejaculation from my cock and pubes. He showered as quickly as possible, complaining about the difficulty of getting the drying cum out of his hair. After cleaning myself off, I went into the other room, still naked, and began to pack. A few minutes later, Chaz joined me, also completely naked. He looked at me with no apprehension; his eyes even rested momentarily on my meaty, soft dick. "I see someone is more and more okay with seeing and being seen," I said. "I guess so," Chaz said, finding his clothes and beginning to get dressed. I followed suit, arranging my endowment in my underwear before pulling on my pants and shirt. "You know," Chaz said. "I always knew you were big, even though I never saw it. I mean, I had seen the bulge, that's obvious without even trying, and when I saw you in the airport on the way here in just your pajamas... I tried not to think about it, though, but I guess deep down I knew and wanted to see it. When you'd go around the locker-room at school, it was tough not to look, but I kept telling myself it was wrong to see another guy like that." "Chaz," I began, "like I said before, it's natural to be curious about what other guys have and to want to know how you measure up. I mean, I don't exactly try to dress to hide what I've got; I'm a bit of a show-off." I grinned when I said this, and Chaz nodded with a smile. "I just want to make sure that you don't feel bad about what happened." "No, I don't," Chaz said. We were both completely dressed now and ready to go. "It was fun, there's no denying that. I've never done anything like that before, and it was kind of cool to do it with you, makes it less weird somehow, 'cause I look up to you, I guess." I smiled at this. "Thanks, Chaz." "That, and I know that if I can handle being around that monster without feeling bad about myself, I can handle anything." "Well, you always struck me as a cocky little bastard," I said, "and now I know why. You've got a good dick on you and a lot of experience with girls. You're quite the teenage stud." He blushed. "Thanks, Mr. A," he said. "I appreciate that." "Alright, big man," I said. "We have a plane to catch." We headed down to the lobby and checked out of the hotel. The hotel shuttle dropped us off at the airport, and we checked-in. Thankfully, we would be able to get on the first flight out. We went through security, and I grinned at Chaz as the agent ran the wand up the inside of my leg. His hand brushed "accidentally" against my bulge. When it was Chaz's turn, he purposely thrust his crotch out as if to dare the agent to try it with him. I grinned; the agent couldn't resist. An hour and a half later, we were on our way back to Florida. Our seats weren't together, and the flight was packed, so we didn't talk until we landed. I got off the plane first and waited for Chaz, who joined me a few minutes later. We both stretched. "That flight seemed really long," he said. "Yeah, I thought so, too," I replied. "Did you call your mom?" "Yep. She should be at baggage claim." "Excellent," I said, "let's go." We headed off to pick up our bags. "So Chaz," I said, "are you sure you're okay with what happened? I mean, I know we can't do anything now, but I just wanted to make sure you're not freaking out." "I'm not freaking out, Mr. A," he said. "I'm good with it. I had fun, in case you don't remember the cum on your chest." He whispered this last part to me in a husky voice that made my dick throb a little. Cocky bastard, I thought. "And you know that we can't tell anyone about this, right?" I said. "Oh really?" he answered, a smirk playing across his lips. My heart pounded; he noticed the look of panic cross my face. "I'm kidding, Mr. A. I'm not an idiot." "Good," I said, as we got to the baggage carousel. His mom was waiting. "Mr. A," she said, hugging me unexpectedly. "I can't thank you enough for taking care of Chaz last night. I'm so appreciative." "It was my pleasure, really," I said. "I've flown from Denver enough to know that sometimes the snow really messes things up, and you have to take what flights you can get!" "I assume you were well behaved, Chaz," she said, looking at her son. "Yes, ma'am," he said. I grinned at this. "Good," she said, walking with us over to the carousel to wait for our bags. "So what did you guys do?" she asked. "Not a lot, really," Chaz answered. "Talked about school and soccer and stuff mostly. Watched some TV. That's about it." The bags came, and it was time to say good-bye, at least until the next day when I would see Chaz at school. "Mr. A," Chaz said as his mom walked ahead to the parking lot. "You mentioned something before about me needing to work on my ball handling. Do you think you could help me out with that?" I laughed. "Your ball handling is fine," I said, "but if you want, we can work on it more at practice." "Maybe extra practices," Chaz said. "I want to get really good at dribbling and shooting, too. As good as you." 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