Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 15:32:54 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr. a and his boys: first day back

This is the next installment of the Mr. A and His Boys series. It's longer
than the others, but it lays the groundwork for a couple of future stories
and contains a bit of exposition.  This was much harder for me to write, so
please let me know what you think. There is a good sex scene somewhere near
the middle. If you're not at all into the non-sexual part of the story,
then you might want to skip to that part. Otherwise, enjoy the story, and
much sexier scenes will follow soon!

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.)

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I got home late that night and went immediately to bed. The next day was
the first day back after Spring Break and I was eager to see my students
again. I was particularly interested in seeing Paden, since I hadn't seen
or heard from him since our encounter more than a week before. Would things
be weird between us?

Life had certainly changed a lot in the past week, and I thought about this
as I lay down to sleep. In the space of week I had had sex with four
teenage boys and been groped and ogled by another. I thought of the ride
with Colin at Islands of Adventure, and how nice it had been to touch his
body at last. I tried not to make too much of the touching, as the ride
lent itself to tossing people together, and perhaps it was my imagination
that his hands lingered on my body longer than necessary. I had certainly
touched him longer than necessary; maybe I was projecting my own feelings
onto him. These were the last thoughts to pass through my mind as sleep
overcame me.

The next morning, I headed back to school. I was looking forward to seeing
Colin and Paden again in class, but they were in my second to last class of
the day, so I wouldn't see them until after lunch. Classes that Monday were
pretty low key. The kids were all tired and many were still recovering from
a fun-filled break, so I kept the work to a minimum.  We spent a lot of
time talking about how our breaks went. I, of course, left out important
parts of mine, saying only that I had gone to visit a friend--which
resulted in a chorus of "ooohs" and "Go Mr. A.'s"--and finished it up by
going to the state competition. "How was it?" they'd ask. "Oh, I had a
little fun," I'd respond with a wink. It was a good first day back.

Sixth period came finally, which meant that I'd see Colin and Paden. When
the bell rang, I had a moment of panic, wondering how Paden was going to
react when he saw me, a thought that hadn't crossed my mind since the night
before. As it turned out, I had no reason to worry. He came in smiling and
held out his hand; he was followed immediately by Colin. I smiled at both
of them and shook their hands as they approached my desk.

"Abs!" Colin shouted when he came in; I gave him a dirty "I told you never
to call me that" look. He giggled.

"Wassup, Mr. A.?" Paden asked.

"Trying to make it through the day. Hard to do after a week vacation," I
responded.

Paden laughed. "Tell me about it. And I already have tons of
homework. Teachers suck."  I cocked my head at him, wondering if that was
an intentional double entendre. "Not you, Mr. A.," he continued. "You're
cool."

"Thanks, Paden, that means a lot to me," I responded sarcastically. I
thought again about how Paden's behavior had changed in the weeks leading
up to Spring Break. He was much more outgoing and forward than he had been
at the beginning of the year. I wondered what the cause was. Colin
meanwhile had stood near Paden without saying a word. In the past, it was
the opposite, Colin talking a lot and vying for everyone's attention while
Paden remained quiet, making comments only to Colin. They were quite
different from each other in a lot of ways; Colin was more extroverted and
attention hungry while Paden preferred to play it cool. This seemingly
reserved attitude is why I had been so taken aback by him approaching me
before Spring Break.

As they stood there before me, I was struck again by the difference not
only in personality but also in appearance between the two best
friends. Paden was taller, more developed, as though he were already a
full-grown man at age 15. Colin was still filling out, nearly 6 inches
shorter than Paden, and not as muscular. Paden's hair was brown and curly;
Colin's hair was black and spiky. Paden had a deep, masculine voice; Colin
had the voice of a teenager, still growing up, and occasionally
cracking. Paden was 6 months older than Colin, having turned 15 in
December; Colin would be 15 in June. I was happy to see them again.

"Long time, no see," I laughed, looking over at Colin and giving him a nod
of my head.

"I know," he said, "I think I saw you more over the Break than I have all
year outside of school."

"Yeah, it's cool, though. It was nice to see you," I responded.

Paden interrupted, "Wait, you guys saw each other over Break?" Before
either of us could answer, the tardy bell rang, and I instructed everyone
to take their seats, telling Colin and Paden that we could talk more
later. They sat down and I noticed Colin whispering to Paden, no doubt
trying to explain how he and I had run into each other over Spring Break at
the beach and again at Islands of Adventure. I shot them a "be quiet" look
while I passed back some quizzes that they had taken before the break. They
fell silent.

I gave a brief lesson, after which I allowed them the last 10 or 15 minutes
of class time to do their homework. As with my other classes, some chose to
use the time to complete their work; some--like Paden, Colin, and a few
others--chose to use the time to talk about everything that had happened
over Spring Break.

Colin and Paden and a few other students came up and were standing near my
desk chatting. Paden walked over to me and said, "So how's the ex, Abs?"

I gave a fake laugh, and said, "Shut up, Paden. And Colin I told you not to
call me that."  Colin and the other kids laughed.

"Can we draw on the back board?" Colin asked. I had learned throughout the
year that the two of them enjoyed drawing pictures--of each other, of me,
of dogs, anything really. I sometimes found random artwork on their quizzes
and homework. It was fun. Colin liked to think that he was a good artist,
but he had no sense of proportion, and his pictures were always very rough;
Paden, however, was very good. They didn't usually get to draw on the
board, so I told them to go ahead. A couple of times, I saw them look back
at me, chuckle, and then move close together to hide what they were
drawing. I would have to check it out later.

The rest of the students and I chatted for several minutes, talking a
little about how our Breaks were. From what everyone said, it didn't sound
like anything monumental happened to anyone over Break; just a lot of
fun. Of course, I'm sure they left out the best details of their Breaks,
just as I left out the best details of mine. After all, what was I going to
say? "I busted the cherries of two brothers on the beach, nearly got caught
having sex with another teacher, but instead fucked her student." Not a
good idea. I let them know that I had fun, but let their minds fill in the
details, same as I had done throughout the year, which--if previous
experience was any indication--meant that they envisioned me getting drunk,
doing drugs, and having sex. By telling them that I had been in Daytona to
see my ex, Colin had set it up easily for me, and it wouldn't occur to them
that there was a chance anything else had happened with anyone else. I was
fine with that.

With about five minutes left in class, I stood up and walked to the back of
the room where Colin and Paden had been drawing pictures of each other on
the board. I came up behind Colin and put my hand on his back, playfully
pushing him out of my way. On the board, Colin had drawn what I assume was
supposed to be Paden, but there was a rather long object arching out from
about the waist level. Colin said, "Look at mine, Abs."

Paden and I looked at the picture and started laughing. "What is THAT?"
Paden asked, pointing at the object. They both blushed.

"It's your belt!" he said quickly; Paden sometimes wore a cloth belt that
was too long and so hung down over his crotch. "I can't draw!"

"Riiiight, Colin," I said, "sure it is." He blushed even more. "And we know
you can't draw," I teased him.

"Yeah, Mr. A.," said Paden. "Look at his picture of me and at my picture of
him. I'm way better."

Paden's picture was indeed markedly better than Colin's. "Good job, Paden,"
I said.  "Yours actually looks like a person."

"Shut up," Colin said, trying to sound angry, but laughing while he said
it. "Paden, where's my six-pack?"

I laughed. Paden said, "Dude, you don't HAVE a six pack."

"Yes, I do," Colin responded rather indignantly. Then after a pause, "It's
just insulated."  The three of us and anyone nearby who had heard the
comment busted up laughing.

"Well, we at least know someone whose six-pack isn't insulated..." Paden
said.

"Abs over here," Colin finished.

"Ha ha, guys, very funny," I said, noticing for the first time that there
was a third person, which had been hidden behind Paden, on the board to the
right of Paden's picture of Colin. They had drawn me as well, shirtless as
they were in their pictures, with a six-pack and wearing only a Speedo with
a rather obscene bulge; I guess Colin had provided that bit of
information. "Whoa! Erase that!"

Colin and Paden laughed; I shook my head, reaching for the eraser. I erased
the board just as the bell rang. I put my hands on Paden's and Colin's
shoulders. "Not cool, guys," I said. "I could get in trouble if someone
walked in and saw that, because someone could find it offensive. Be
careful. You don't want me fired, do you?"

"Okay, okay," Colin said.

"Sorry," Paden said.

I squeezed their shoulders. "Aight, don't forget your homework tonight,
since you were busy doing other stuff in class." I winked at them. "Keep
that six-pack cold, Colin." Of course, I could also get in trouble for what
I did with Paden the week before and, well, truth be told I could have
gotten in trouble for touching their shoulders like I just had, but I
figured that as long as that stuff remained between us, there wouldn't be a
problem.  Other students might, however, not like to see half naked
pictures of their teachers drawn on the board, and they might say something
to their parents.

I had to be careful. I realized that my relationship with some students was
stronger than it was with others, and probably went beyond what the normal
student-teacher relationship should. This applied not only to Paden, for
obvious reasons, but to Colin, with whom I felt a special bond, and other
students. Some, I think, saw me as a big brother or friend more than a
teacher, so they shared with me things that they wouldn't share with other
teachers, like, for instance, the fact that one of the boys in my 5th
period class got drunk one night over Spring Break and went around with a
video camera cockslapping all the sleeping girls and guys. I laughed; other
teachers would have probably written them up or called their parents.

With 6th period gone, I had only one more class to go. Sixth and 7th
periods were easily my favorite classes of the day. One would expect that
the later periods would be the worst, as the students' excitement for the
end of the day built, but I found my classes fun.  The students were great
and had interesting personalities. There was a student in 7th period that I
felt as close to as Paden and Colin; his name was Derek.

Derek was a good kid, bright but lazy, which meant that his grade in my
class suffered.  He was on the weightlifting team with Colin, and could
sometimes be seen carrying around a Gatorade bottle full of spit, thinking
that if he spent all day without eating and spit into the jug, he'd shed a
couple of pounds and not have to worry about making weight. I laughed every
time I saw him doing this and told him that it didn't really work.

Derek was a sophomore and had been dating the same girl for the past three
years. They broke up right before Spring Break, however, and I had no doubt
that he had taken full advantage of his newfound freedom. Although Derek
was cute, I hadn't felt the same kind of attraction to him that I had for
Colin and Paden. With those two, the physical attraction had been
immediate, and had increased after learning more about them. With Derek,
the biggest draw had always been his personality, which overshadowed his
looks for me. We shared the same sense of humor, and laughed at the same
jokes. The behavior of Colin and Paden, two teenagers who were very close,
one of which acted pretty gay some times, also made them more immediately
sexually attractive. Derek never acted like that, and I had no doubt that
he was a straight boy, so the sexual attraction wasn't really there at
first.

During the course of 7th period, it came out that Derek had a jerk-off
contest with one of the guys he had shared a house with over the Break. A
few of the girls were reminiscing about the Break, when one squealed with
laughter and said, "Oh my God, remember Derek and Will?"

I said, "This oughta be good." Derek had already alluded to the fact that
he'd hooked up with a couple of different girls over the Break and told me
that he had called the cops on his ex-girlfriend and nearly incited a fight
between her and another girl who liked him. I could only imagine what this
story was going to be.

Derek laughed at my comment. "It's nothin' bad, Mr. A. I don't think so, at
least."

"What happened?" I asked. Now Derek blushed.

"Derek and Will had a jerk-off contest!"

I was shocked, and the kids certainly noticed because they all
laughed. "You're kidding," I said incredulously.

"Nope," said the girl, "I think that they were trying to impress us. I
don't even know how it happened, but there they were laying next to each
other on the bed beating off." I laughed. "Yeah, it was pretty funny. Derek
like jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Then he came out with
a cup full of jizz and started chasing us around."

"Eew. You're so gross, Derek," one of the girls said.

"What would ever possess you to do that?" I asked, thinking back to similar
things I had done when I was in high school. Teenagers, especially boys
trying to impress girls, plied with a little bit of alcohol can get pretty
crazy; they're barely able to contain their hormones sober.

"I dunno. Will bet that he could cum faster," Derek responded.

"That's not necessarily something to be proud of!" I said and everyone
laughed.  Fortunately, this class was fairly small, fewer than 20 kids, and
most of them were friends who were either present at the event or would
have heard about it anyway. With some of my other classes, I never could
have let the conversation happen, as there would have been a greater risk
of people getting offended. No one in this class seemed to mind.

I found myself getting turned on at the idea of Derek and Will lying next
to each other on the bed jerking off. I kind of wished that I'd been there
or been able to join in. Apparently other guys were there, as one of the
girls commented, "Remember how Jim through them a jar of Vaseline?"

The bell rang shortly after the jerk-off contest conversation. As they were
leaving, one of the girls brought me a couple of folders and a
textbook. "Someone left these," she said, "I found them under my desk."

"Whose are they?" I asked

"I dunno," she shrugged. "I didn't bother to look. There's a cute drawing
of you on the front, though."

"Thanks, Amy," I said, laughing as I took them from her.

I recognized the writing on the front as Colin's, and he had indeed drawn a
crude picture of me underneath where he had written my name and the class
name. I grinned when I saw it. Although I knew whose it was, I opened it
anyway to make sure. Inside, I found the quiz that I had passed back that
day before the lesson. I noticed writing in the margins of the paper and
couldn't help but read it.

Handwriting that I recognized as Paden's said, "So you saw Mr. A. over the
Break?"

Handwriting that I recognized as Colin's said, "Yeah, @ the beach + IOA."

"What was he doing?"

"Wnt 2 c his x-gf n Daytona." I laughed at the way Colin abbreviated like
he was sending a text message. "He has a rlly nice bdy + lks bg like u."

"Yeah," Paden responded, "Remember when I saw him at that restaurant? He
was right next to me in the bathroom."

"ur awesome. so A is big like u?"

"UGH! Stop that."

"Sorry." Then on the back, "got a new dog."

"Cool! What's your pupsta's name?"

"dunno yet. wanna cum over 2 c him?"

"Sure, get me after soccer practice. Got some other stuff to talk to you
about, too."

I was very turned on by the fact that they were talking about me, and
pleased to notice that Colin HAD checked me out, as though the drawing of
me in a Speedo hadn't been proof enough. Then again, I was wearing a Speedo
and it would be hard not to notice the bulge. Maybe he wasn't intentionally
checking me out at all. In any event, I was a little nervous about what
"other stuff" Paden had to talk to Colin about. He had already told him
about the encounter in the bathroom, would he also tell him about the
encounter before Spring Break?

It hadn't taken long for me to read their notes, and I thought, "Good thing
they were listening while I lectured today..."

I was sitting down in my chair at my desk in the classroom, and my dick had
chubbed up while I read their notes to each other. I closed the folder and
stood up, intending to take them into my office. My classroom door flew
open and there was Colin, looking out of breath.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked automatically, and followed it up
with, "You left your folders." I held them out to him.

He looked a little worried, "Oh, thank God," he said, "I've been looking
for them; I didn't know what happened to them. My biology homework is in
there and if I don't have it done tomorrow, she'll kill me. And I had to
get up here and back down to the field before soccer practice or the coach
will kill me!" He took them from me and paused, eyeing me up and
down. "How'd you know they were mine?"

I smiled. "I recognized the handwriting on the front," I told him, "and
your great drawing of me. There's no other artist like you, Colin." He
laughed.

"Thanks, Abs," he said.

"Grrr," I responded, "don't make me hurt you."

"What," he said, bowing up. "You don't scare me."

"Get out of here," I laughed, shoving him.

"See you tomorrow," he said.

My chubby hadn't gone down at all; he surely must have noticed. I shook my
head and went into my office.

You need to get this shit under control, I thought to myself. You can't be
popping boners in class.

But I couldn't help it, something about Paden and Colin--and now
Derek--excited me. In a little more than a week, I had gone from simply
taking notice of the teens in my class that were hot to actually wanting to
have sex with them. This was bad.

I distracted myself for about two hours by planning for the next couple of
weeks. No better way to make your hard on disappear!

As I was packing up to leave, I heard the door to my classroom squeak
open. The last time that happened this late, Paden had come in and we had
ended up exchanging blowjobs. I wondered what would happen this time. I
waited a couple of seconds, but no one was approaching my office.

I left my office and was relieved (and disappointed) to see that it was
just the custodian coming to get the trash. I said hey to him and returned
to my office. I heard the door open again, and my heart jumped. I gotta get
them to oil the hinges, I thought. I heard no more noise, and decided that
it must have been the custodian leaving. I gathered up the rest of my
things and left the office.

I stopped abruptly. Paden was sitting in one of the desks with his head
down. Judging by his clothes, he had again come from soccer practice.

"Paden," I said, walking over to him and sitting in a seat near
his. "What's up?"

He looked up at me, and I could tell that he was very upset, although he
seemed more angry than hurt. "Can I wait in here for my ride?"

"Sure," I said, "but don't you usually get a ride home with Colin?"

"Yeah, but not today."

"What's going on?"

"We kinda had a fight."

"What happened?"

"Well, over Spring Break, I met this girl. I actually met her right before
Spring Break, and that's when I came to see you, because...you know. I
didn't know what I was doing. I liked her, but me and Colin had our thing
going on, and I felt weird. But then you said that it was normal to like
both, and so I felt better. Then, over break, I saw her a couple of times,
and we did stuff."

"Okay, you're being very articulate," I joked, resisting the urge to ask
for details. "So why are you upset?"

"I was telling Colin about it, that I had...you know, gone down on a girl
for the first time, and that she had sucked me. Nothing more than me and
Colin have done together. He was so upset, though. He was like, 'Why'd you
do that?' I thought he'd think it was cool; I guess not."

"Hmm," I mused. "Strange. What do you think is wrong with him?"

"I dunno. Maybe he's crazy."

"Maybe," I said. "I'm not sure, but I think that I have an idea. You gonna
see him tonight?"

"I'm supposed to go over to his house to see his new dog, but now I don't
know."

"Well, why don't you go over there anyway, and try to talk to him. Maybe
you can figure out what's wrong. If not, tell him to come and talk to me
tomorrow after school."

"More importantly right now," I continued, getting turned on at the thought
of it, "how'd things go with you and this girl?" And I did think it was
important. He had come to me a little more than a week before confused by
the fact that he had "experiences" with some of his male friends, Colin in
particular, and he wondered whether it was normal to enjoy them or not. Now
that he had an experience with a girl, it would be interesting to see if
his perspective had changed

He blushed bright red. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I
said.

"It was weird at first," he began. "I'd never done anything with a girl
before, and they feel so different from boys, but I really liked it. She's
older, so that helped, 'cause she knew what to do." He laughed nervously. I
was very turned on by Paden's candor and found his anxiety very cute; my
hard on was returning.

Paden continued, "It was good, once I got used to the difference. I kinda
had to figure out what I was doing, but I liked it. I don't know if I'd
ever do it again if it's gonna ruin my friendship with Colin. And I'm mad
at him for that."

"I wouldn't worry about Colin," I said. "He's just reacting badly because
you got there before he did. He feels left out. I think that he'll be
okay." I figured Colin's reaction was one of two things: he was actually
gay and not just playing the part for laughs, so he was upset that the
closest thing he had to a boyfriend/kindred spirit was getting with girls;
or he was upset because, although he wasn't gay, he felt left out that
Paden had experienced something he hadn't yet, when their sexual
experiences so far had been together. I didn't mention the gay idea to
Paden, as I didn't think that it ever occurred to him that Colin might
actually be gay. After all, Paden didn't consider himself gay and he and
Colin had done the same things together.

"I hope you're right," he said.

"I usually am!" I responded jokingly. "So you and this girl gonna keep
seeing each other?"

He shook his head. "No way. Turns out she gets with a lot of guys. I don't
want someone like that. I was one of like four over Spring Break. Besides,
she said I was too big, even bigger than guys older than me." He blushed.

"That's the problem with being 'big boys' like we are," I said, using his
term from before.  "I've scared my share of girls!" I laughed, but Paden
didn't.

"Sometimes, I really don't like being big," Paden said. "I mean, I know
that I should, 'cause other guys are always complaining about wanting to be
bigger, but it can't always be good. Like when I first started growing, it
was before all the other guys, and they would always point in the
lockerroom and whisper. Made me feel weird, like a freak.  Then even when
they started to develop, I was still bigger! And now this girl's telling me
I'm bigger than older guys, too."

He seemed genuinely distraught about it. "It's okay, Paden," I said. "I
went through the same shit in high school. It can be tough, especially if
you're the type that prefers to keep a low profile, like you. I was
different; I liked showing off and being the center of attention. But
there's no hiding it in high school, since you're playing sports and gym
class, guys are gonna see. You'll just have to get used to it, and I think
you are getting there. You're already more confident and outgoing than you
were at the beginning of the year. As for girls...don't worry about
it. They'll think differently in a few years." I winked at him. "Besides,
didn't it feel kinda good when she said you were bigger than other guys?
Don't you sometimes like the attention in the lockerroom?"

Paden blushed and nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just not me, you
know. I never go around bragging or anything."

"And you don't have to brag. You don't have to do anything. You are who you
are; enjoy it. Don't worry about anyone else." We were silent for a few
minutes, and I just looked at him. I was again struck by how attractive he
was. He didn't have the man-boy look that so many of his peers had. He had
a square jaw and a Roman nose. He was physically mature in every way. Of
course, that didn't mean he wouldn't continue growing, but his physique,
voice, and, of course, cock all pointed to someone older than 15. He looked
over at me and was smiling. I was glad that he didn't seem to be upset
anymore.

"So what about you and Colin? I know you guys are friends, but what about
the other stuff?" I asked, not sure what answer I was looking for, but I
was really curious whether Paden had "outgrown" fooling around with other
guys, now that he had his first taste of pussy. And was I asking for my
sake or for Colin's sake?

I think he knew what I was going for, again showing himself not to be the
same shy, reserved boy that he had been at the beginning of the year. He
smiled. "I don't think that things have to change that much unless he
really wants them to." He stood up suddenly, and I did too, assuming that
his parents were here and he was getting ready to leave. We both had
noticeable bulges. "I think that he and I can still have fun; he likes my
big dick," he said, and we both laughed because of our conversation moments
before.

"Looks like you're already doing better at enjoying the attention being a
'big boy' gets you," I said with a wink. I moved closer to him. That smell
again hit me. It was a smell I knew, one that I had worn many times, the
smell of sweat and grass from running around on the soccer field. I put my
hand on his hip. His shirt and the waistband of his shorts were damp with
sweat. He reached down and groped my cock, which responded by throbbing
against his hand and growing in my pants even more. I pushed him
away. "This isn't a good idea. Your parents are on their way."

"My mom won't be here until after 6. She's not off work, yet." It was about
5:40.

Against my better judgment, I said, "We better go into my office, then." He
followed me into the office and I shut the door, thinking, There you go
letting the wrong head rule again.

I pushed Paden up against the door and kissed him, sliding my tongue
between his lips and into his mouth. I reached down and pulled his shirt
off before removing mine. His Umbros were tented by his large, hard dick;
my khakis strained to contain my own hefty erection. We came together again
in a kiss, hands roving over each other's bodies. I groped his sweaty chest
and arms, grinding my crotch against his; he ran his fingers over my
stomach and chest, pinching my nipples. He pulled away and his hand
traveled back to my crotch.

"I've been thinking about this since last week," he breathed, kissing my
chest and nipples while he unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. He
buried his face in my stomach, licking my six-pack. My dick stuck out the
fly of my khakis; my boxerbriefs struggled to hold it in. Paden tongued my
navel, and then pulled my shorts and pants down all the way, freeing my fat
cock. My dick bounced up, and my balls swung heavily. I hadn't cum since
Sunday morning with James, so I knew that this would be a big load.

Paden attached his lips to my balls, moaning quietly while he took my dick
in his hands.  He stroked my nearly beer can thick shaft with his large
hands while he bathed my balls and smooth sac with his tongue. I moaned in
response, taking my dick from his hands. I pulled on it a few times,
feeling it grow larger. I pressed my cock down on his face, letting him
feel the weight of it hanging there, 9.5" of hard Italian meat spread
across his 15-year-old face. Precum leaked into his curly brown hair.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him off my balls. I pressed his lips against
the base of my dick, and he began to lick. He stuck his tongue out and
dragged it along the underside, tracing the fat cock tube there. Reaching
the swollen head, he lapped at it gently, sticking the tip of his tongue
into my leaking piss slit. I held my dick down, pointing it right at his
lips. "Mmm," he groaned. He held onto my thighs with both hands, squeezing
as though he was trying to hold me back. I pushed forward, my dick head
prodding at his lips, sliding up and hitting him in the nose. I let go of
my dick and it sprung up, the thick mushroom head dragging on his face.

He let go of my thighs and grabbed for my dick, holding on to it like a
handle. He pulled it down to his lips again, kissing the head gently. I
pushed forward now, placing the head between his lips. His lips opened
around my cock; he took me into his mouth. I grabbed his head. He took only
about half of me into his mouth, holding on tightly to the rest of my shaft
with one hand. I started thrusting, fucking my dick through his fist and
into his mouth. I pulled all the way out, letting my cockhead slide through
his tight lips and into his fist, then pushed forward. It was like having
two holes working on my cock head at the same time, one right after the
other. I started fucking his face and fist faster, holding his head tightly
so it didn't bang against the door. My balls swung up and down, sometimes
hitting his fist that gripped my fat cock so tightly.

"Oh fuck, Paden," I moaned, letting go of his head. He sucked harder,
knowing what was about to happen. He let go of my dick and went down on me
as far as he could. I felt my dick hit the back of his throat; he gagged. I
groaned loudly, enjoying the sound of him choking on my thick Italian
prick. He pulled back, stroking the shaft again with just the head between
the pursed bow of his lips. He tongued the head again and again, swabbing
his tongue back and forth over the swollen tip. I started to shoot.

The first volley fired out of my dick, a thick blast of white hot cum
hitting his throat with such force that he gagged. This time, however, he
didn't spit me out, but continued to suck. He brought his tongue up to act
like a shield against the cum shooting out of my wide piss slit, slowing
down the force of the shots. I unloaded fully in his mouth, Paden
swallowing as much as he could, but not nearly all of it. His tongue acted
like a buffer, which prevented him from choking, but also caused a lot of
sticky jizz to leak out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. I
finished cumming, unloading about 10 solid shots into him, and pulled my
dick out. The last of my wad oozed in chunky globs from my cock head. I
squeezed it all out and rubbed it onto Paden's face.

"Where'd you learn that tongue trick?" I asked after I caught my
breath. Paden had buried his face back in my crotch, kissing and licking on
my softening cock and sac; he rubbed his face in my weighty egg sac and
cleaned the cum from my cockhead.

"I practiced with another friend of mine, who shoots like you do," he
responded shyly. I assumed this was the so far unnamed friend that he had
mentioned last time.

I pulled him to his feet and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I
scooped some cum from his cheek and chin on my finger and fed it into his
mouth. He sucked my spew off his finger, and then, I worked my way down his
body, kissing his chest as I went. I could taste the sweat on him, salty
and pungent. I fell to my knees and pulled his shorts off, revealing his
thick, 7.5" dick. I started by sucking his balls, taking each of them into
my mouth, weighing his sticky cum tanks on my tongue. I swirled my tongue
around his smooth sac, tasting him again and again, bathing his sweaty nads
with my spit. He stroked his hard dick while I slurped and sucked hungrily
on his nuts.

I reached up and grabbed his dick, removing his hand from it. I let his
baggy scrotum fall from my lips and pulled his dick down so it was at mouth
level. I fisted his dick a few times right in front of my face. Precum
oozed from his pointed dick head. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it
around his cockhead. Then, opening my mouth wide, I swallowed his hard 7.5"
teencock. I took him all the way into my mouth; his swollen head slid into
my throat. He let out a low grunt and grabbed onto my head for support.

I held him in my throat, massaging his cockhead with my throat muscles, and
then slid off. His eyes were locked on the point where my mouth met his
dick, watching every inch of his hard rod reappear from between my lips. I
let his dick slide completely out of my mouth; it bounced up against his
abs, which I noticed were not as insulated as Colin's. I buried my face in
his crotch, taking in his teen boy smell, licking between his thighs and
again tasting his nut sac. I then dragged my tongue up and down the
underside of his hard prick.

Taking him back in my mouth, I began bobbing my head on his dick, taking
him all the way in then sliding all the way off. His cell phone rang. "Oh
no," he moaned. "That's my mom."

I pulled off his dick, breathing heavily. "What?" I continued stroking him,
looking up at him. His eyes were clothed and his head was thrown back.

He looked back down at me. "She must be here."

"Are you close?" I asked, taking him back in my mouth, suctioning my cheeks
and lips around his swollen 15-year-old meat. He groaned loudly. I sucked
harder, determined to make him cum before he had to leave. The phone
stopped ringing; I continued sucking.  He grabbed my head tighter.

"I'm gonna cum," he breathed. I pulled off his dick, and aiming the
pointed, thick shaft at my chest I continued stroking him. Holding on to my
shoulders now, Paden looked down and watched his dick erupt all over my
chest. His watery load of high school jock spooge splattered against my
chest and ran down over my abs into my pubes and onto my cock and balls.

I stroked his dick a couple more times, squeezing every drop of cum from
it. I let go of his deflating dick, which now hung half-hard over his
balls. My own dick started to swell even more as his sticky, hot teencum
leaked onto it.

"That was awesome," he said.

"Thanks," I said with a wink. "You weren't too bad yourself."

His cell phone rang again.

He bent down quickly and grabbed it from the pocket of his shorts. "Hello?
Yeah, Mom, I'm ready. Sorry. I didn't hear it ring before. Mr. A. was
helping me with something.  Okay, I'll be right out. Don't leave. Sorry, I
should have been watching for you."

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just gotta go. Fast," he answered, pulling his shorts on as
quickly as he could.  They were tented slightly from his still half-hard
cock. "She's threatening to leave. Says I should have been watching for
her. No big deal, though." I noticed some of my cum drying on his chin and
neck, and used my t-shirt to wipe it off. He pulled his shirt over his
head.

"Paden," I said, as he turned to the door, "I don't have to remind you not
to tell anyone.  Not even Colin."

"I know, Mr. A.," he said. "I'll be careful."

"Thanks, dude," I said, standing up. He smiled at me again and took off.

I wiped his cum from my body and put my clothes back on. The phone call
from his mother had thrown me. What if she had come in looking for him when
he didn't answer?  I don't think she'd be happy about what I was helping
her son with nor how her son had helped me. I needed to be more careful.

The next day, Tuesday, it was time to get back into the swing of things,
and all the classes had plenty of work to do, so there wasn't as much time
for talking as there had been on Monday. The kids complained, but I told
them to get over it. Sixth period came around again. Paden and Colin came
in separately, something that had never happened before, and I took it as a
bad sign. Paden gave no indication that anything had happened between us,
not that I really expected him to come in talking about it or anything, but
I did worry that at some point something might slip. So far, so good,
however.

I went through class as usual, a little distracted by the conflict between
Paden and Colin.  When the bell rang, I asked Paden to stay behind. I
wanted to ask him about Colin.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"I went over there to see the dog, but Colin was still mad. I tried to talk
to him, but he wouldn't really listen, and I asked him what was wrong, but
he wouldn't answer. I told him that if he couldn't be straight with me
about it, then maybe he could talk to you."

"What'd he say?" some of my other students had started to filter in now.

"Hey, Paden," one of the girls, Kelly, said. He blushed.

"Hey, Kelly," he said. I realized that she was probably the girl, a year
older than Paden, that he had hooked up with. She had said something a
couple weeks before Spring Break about how cute she thought Paden was when
she had seen him talking to me after his class and before hers.

Most of the class was there now. "There's something on the board for you
all to get to work on," I said, "and I'll be right back." I led Paden back
into my office. "So what did Colin say?"

Paden sighed. "He said that he couldn't talk to you, because he'd have to
tell you about the 'stuff' that's happened between us and he's afraid that
you'd stop liking him if you found out. I guess that it must be something
about me and him, then, like you said. Why else would he think that he'd
have to tell you about what we've done together? I told him that I thought
he could trust you. He's really freaked out by it. I didn't tell him that
I'd talked to you about anything, though. I didn't want him to ask any
questions." Paden blushed, looking around the office. The tardy bell
rang. "He really thinks that you won't like him anymore, and he really
respects you. He kinda thinks of you as a father figure...well, you're not
old enough for that, big brother maybe. His parents got divorced a few
years ago and he doesn't see his dad very often, so he really likes you and
looks up to you. He talks about you all he time, even his mom says so."

"Hmmm," I said. "Tell him when you see him, if you can, that I really want
him to come and see me. Just say that I noticed he was acting funny in
class, especially since he didn't talk to me at all. Maybe he'll feel
better if he knows that I asked him to come."

"Yeah, maybe. I hope so."

I opened the door, and followed him out into the classroom. The students
were surprisingly well behaved for the few minutes I was gone. "Okay, you
need a pass to your next class?" I asked, already scribbling a note on a
scrap piece of paper.

"Thanks, Mr. A.," he said.

"What was that about?" Kelly asked. I just shook my head.

"Freshmen drama?" Derek asked.

"Something like that," I said.

"Those freshmen really seem to like you, Mr. A.," Kelly said. "I saw Paden
a couple times over Spring Break, and he talked about you both times."

"Really?" I laughed. "I guess I'm just that great of a teacher."

They all laughed now. "And why does Colin call you Abs?" Derek asked.

I'm gonna kill that kid, I thought. I couldn't believe he was still doing
that, and outside of class no less. Of course, I also knew that I wouldn't
have let anyone else get away with it in the first place, but I couldn't
really be mad at Colin. "How do you know about that?" I asked.

"We're on the weightlifting team together, and he said something about your
class and called you 'Abs'."

"Because of my last name," I said, "Abbondanti."

"He said it was because you have a wicked six-pack," Derek responded,
grinning mischievously. I blushed. "He thinks that you should work out with
us. He's always complaining that the weightlifting coach is old and doesn't
work out with us enough."

"Well, now's not the time to discuss that," I responded.

"Look, he's embarrassed," a couple of the girls said.

"Okay, let's move on," I said, attempting to regain control of the class
and shooting Derek a dirty look. I wasn't really angry, but I had to make a
show of it.

Seventh period ended, and I sat at my desk in my classroom checking my
e-mail on my laptop. I was also signed on to AIM. The door opened and Colin
came in. I closed the laptop lid.

"Colin, man, what's up?" I asked, motioning for him to pull up a chair.

He sat down, looking at me, but didn't say anything. I decided to dive
right in. "So what's going on with you and Paden? You hardly talked to me
or each other at all today."

He sighed. "Do you really want to know? Why do you care?" He sounded a
little defensive, which was understandable if he really thought that I
wouldn't understand what he had to say.

"Because you're one of my boys," I said, smiling and reaching out to
squeeze his arm. "I like you, and you and Paden are such good friends. I
want to know if I can help."

Colin related to me the same thing Paden had, about Paden meeting a girl
and what happened between them, and how he had gotten angry with Paden when
he found out.

"Why were you upset?" I asked. He didn't answer. "You can talk to me,
Colin. I won't tell anyone anything you say."

"I guess it's because...," he began, and then stopped. "I don't know if I
can explain it."

I took a chance. "Is it because you wanted to be the one with Paden?"

"Kind of," Colin said, "but not really in a gay way, you know? That's what
confuses me about it all."

I looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not really mad at Paden or about what happened with the girl,
but I don't know why I reacted like I did. I'm not gay, despite what
everyone says. I play that up for attention and laughs, but I like girls,
too, I think."

"What do you mean 'too' and you 'think'?" I asked, remembering that Colin
didn't know that Paden and I had talked.

"I like girls, never been with one, but I've..." he hesitated. "I've done
stuff with boys, including Paden," he finished quickly and looked away,
blushing. He looked like he was about to cry.

I scooted closer and placed my hand on his knee. "It's okay," I said.

"You don't think it's gross?" he asked, looking at me out of the corner of
his eye.

"Don't be ridiculous. Everyone experiments when they're young. Hell, even I
did, and I'm not gay; I still like girls. A lot. It's normal. And even if
you are gay, it doesn't matter."

He looked relieved, and finally faced me again. "Are you serious?"

"Yep," I said. "No matter what, you're still Colin, that smart, obnoxious
kid in my class that a lot of people find annoying, but that I think is
pretty cool." He smiled at this. We were quiet for a few moments. "So why
do you think you got so upset at Paden?"

"I dunno," he said.

"C'mon," I prodded him. "You must have some idea."

"Well, it's just that Paden's always ahead. He always has the higher
grade. He does better in sports. He was the first to grow hair, he was the
first to get taller, he was the first to have his voice change. In middle
school he was way ahead of the rest of us, still is in a lot of ways."
Colin's cheeks reddened and he glanced quickly at my crotch. "But then when
we started playing around together, it was something that we did at the
same time...you know, jerking off together." His blush deepened. "I wasn't
as grown up as he was, but we could both still enjoy it together. Then we
started doing it to each other, and again it was something we shared. It
didn't matter that he was 'first' to develop. But now..." he trailed off.

"Now what?" I asked.

He sighed. "Now it's like he gets to be first again. He's the first to
really like a girl, who likes him back, he's the first to do something with
her. It sucks. And I've never liked a girl enough that I wanted to do that
with her, so maybe something's wrong with me."

"So maybe you feel a little jealousy towards him," I suggested, "for always
being ahead of you, and it's another first for Paden that you can't share
in anymore."

"Yeah, I guess," he said.

"You're probably also afraid that it'll change your friendship?" I
continued, remembering two close friends I knew in high school who grew
apart when of them showed interest in girls first. Colin nodded. "That's
natural, but I think that everything will be fine, and there's no reason
your friendship really has to change if you guys don't want it to." Colin
looked at me for several seconds. "What do you think?" I asked.

"I guess not," Colin agreed.

"I think that you should apologize to Paden, and maybe try to talk to him
about some of this stuff."

Colin gave me a weak smile. "Thanks, Abs," he said.

"Don't call me that," I told him again, but couldn't help chuckling.

"Hey," he said, eyeing my laptop on the desk, "can I show you a website
real quick? I wanted to show you earlier today, but I was...you know." He
cocked his head and arched his eyebrow to emphasize the point that I knew
what he was talking about.

"Sure," I said. He scooted his chair closer to mine and I opened the
lid. The computer woke from sleep and immediately reconnected to AIM. Oh
crap, I thought. The buddy list window popped open. I moved the mouse
quickly to close the window, but not quickly enough.

"GrossoItaliano?" Colin asked, seeing my screenname on the buddy list
window. "What's that mean?"

"Oh, nothing," I said. "Just a nickname I've had for awhile."

"What's grosso mean?" he asked. "Doesn't it mean fat? You're not fat."

"But I used to be, when I was a kid."

"Me too," Colin said, "in elementary school and part of middle school, but
then I started working out and stuff."

"Same here," I responded.

"So why do you still have the name?" he persisted.

Our chairs were close together now, and I could feel his leg pressed
against mine. He leaned forward, closer to the computer, placing his left
hand on my thigh while his right moved the mouse to launch the web
browser. I automatically flexed my thigh under it.  My dick began to chub
up. I cleared my throat. "No reason, really," I said.

He let go of the mouse, losing interest in going to the website. He leaned
back, his left hand still on my thigh, but slightly higher now. "I'll
figure it out," he said. I turned to face him. He was smiling. Was he
really so innocent that he didn't already have an idea of what the name
meant?

I looked at the clock. "Colin, don't you have soccer practice? You're gonna
be late, and you don't want the coach to get mad," I said, recalling the
incident the day before when he had rushed in to find his folders.

"It's not a big deal," he responded. "The season is officially over, so
practice is really only for those of us who are intent on being on the team
next year. It won't be bad if I miss a day."

"That's not what you said yesterday," I teased him. "Besides, what about
weightlifting?"

"We do most of our working out in class, so we only have to stay after
school a couple times a week."

I stood up, the outline of my semi-hard dick snaked down the right leg of
my pants. Colin stood up with me. We were very close together. I could
smell him. He smelled like cologne, a familiar scent, but I couldn't place
it. I placed my right hand on his upper arm.  He tensed his bicep under my
touch; I squeezed. It took all of my will power, but I managed to say, "I
really think that you should go; you don't want to miss soccer."

He looked at my hand on his arm, and then looked down between us. "Yeah, I
guess you're right, Abs," he said, smirking.

"One of these days, punk," I responded, "I'm just gonna nail you."

"Promises, promises," he retorted. "Bring it on; you don't scare me."

"Just wait, man," I said. "Now get out of here."

Colin had been smiling, but now his face got serious. How rare, I thought:
Colin being serious. "Thanks for talking to me, Mr. A. It really helped."

 I wanted to hug him, if for no other reason than to be close to him a
little longer. "No problem," I said, and put my hand on his shoulder,
pulling him toward me. He responded by opening his arms and coming
forward. I pulled him close and squeezed him. My dick was pressed against
his left hip; his was pressed against my left thigh. I squeezed tighter,
and looked down into his eyes. He looked up at me, pressing harder against
me. I wanted to kiss him. I cocked my head, leaning slightly forward. I
could smell his breath; it was minty. I suddenly pulled away. "Whoa,
sorry," I said, shaking my head. "Don't know what happened there."

"Yeah, we like almost kissed. It was weird," he said, half-laughing. He
paused, and we looked at each other. "I better go," he finally said.

"Yeah, you better," I said. "See you tomorrow, Colin."

"Bye, Abs. Thanks again."

I sat down in my seat; I felt like screaming. He was coming on to me,
right? He put his hand on my leg, but that didn't have to be sexual; it did
seem a little forward for a 14- year-old. But the comments he had made to
Paden in the note I had read the day before, and the drawing he and Paden
had made of me, that was pretty clear, wasn't it? I have to be careful, I
thought to myself. A little voice in my head said, "You overanalyze. You
know what's going on. Either stop it or go with it." What happened to that
prudent voice I used to have? Were puerile desires completely taking over
my mind? I sighed.

I gathered my things and left.

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What'd you think of Mr. A.'s first couple of days back? I hope you
enjoyed. Feel free to contact me, e-mail: grossoitaliano@hotmail.com; AIM:
grossoitaliano.