Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 13:18:09 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: more fun with colin

At last! A new chapter in the Mr. A and His Boys series. I know that you
all have been eagerly awaiting it with bated breath. Now, you can exhale,
start reading, and enjoy.  Those of you who aren't fans of the orgy scenes
should enjoy this chapter more than the last, and I think that Colin fans
should especially like it. Comments and suggestions welcome, as always. The
third quarter has now ended, and I will hopefully be able to establish a
more regular update schedule again. No promises, though. Also, see the end
of the story for a (rather lengthy) note on the direction that things are
going. And one more thing, if you haven't read the other chapters, please
go back and do so!

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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Over the next few days, I thought about what had been different about my
encounters with the Club and with Colin, Paden, and the others. I finally
came to the realization that it was not only the fact that I wasn't as
close to those students as I was to Colin and Paden (because, after all, I
didn't know James or the blond brothers at all), but it was also the fact
that I hadn't been able to choose the partners at the Club myself. They
weren't my boys; they were boys chosen by other people. I supposed that on
some level I needed to feel that there were only certain boys, chosen by
me, that made me actually give in to my baser desires. Although I knew
nearly all of the boys at the Club meeting, I hadn't looked at any of them
sexually before except Derek, but I had no problem or qualms about hooking
up with any of them. That scared me and rekindled the guilt that I had felt
after the first time with Paden.

I couldn't deny, however, that I had enjoyed myself at the Club meeting,
allowing several teenage jocks from my high school surround and worship my
body before putting another of their teachers down and making his ass
mine. As much fun as it had been, I told myself that I couldn't go back
there. This didn't present a huge problem, as I still had the attention of
Colin and Paden, who I was sure remained eager to get together again, and
Ron had helped me get over my fears of doing anything in the classroom or
at the house.  I just had to be smart about it.

During that next week, whenever I saw Brad in the halls, he would blush and
walk the other way. I heard from Ron and Derek that Brad was embarrassed
and angry over what had happened, not that I blamed him, but I was a very
competitive person and Brad had brought it on himself. He challenged me and
lost, that's all there was to it. No hard feelings on my part, of course,
but I'm sure that he felt otherwise.

Wednesday afternoon, before leaving 6th period, Colin approached me and
asked that I write him a pass saying that he had to make up a quiz that
afternoon, so that he wouldn't have to go to weightlifting.

"Why?" I asked, thinking that he was just looking for an excuse to visit.

"Coach Spin has been a fucking dick this week," Colin responded, looking
angry.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He's just been a real ass to me in class, calling me names, making fun of
me, pushing me too hard," Colin began. "Today, I think that I pulled a
muscle in my shoulder or something when he made me clean more than I knew
that I could, but he told me that if I didn't he would make sure that I
didn't get to compete anymore." [The sports at my school had both a class
dedicated to them and an afternoon practice. The football team would have
the football class in the fall semester and then the weight training class
in the spring, so pretty much everyone in football, regardless of their
participation in the actual weightlifting sport, would be in the weight
training class. Brad, who was not actually a teacher, would have been in
charge of the weightlifting class and the after school practices, even
though he wasn't officially listed as the instructor.]

I didn't like the sound of this, especially considering what had happened
between Brad and me on Friday. I wrote Colin the pass and resolved to ask
Derek what he knew about it after 7th period.

Seventh period passed, and before the bell rang, I asked Derek to hang
around for a few minutes after class.

"What's up, Abs?" Derek asked, smiling a little.

"Tell me something, Derek," I said, looking him in the eye. "How close are
you to Coach Spin?" Derek averted his eyes. "Answer me, Derek."

"Kinda close, I guess," he said. "We talk sometimes."

"Colin tells me that Spin has been a real jerk to him lately. What's that
about?"

"Oh, I think that he's just mad about the other night, you know, at the
Club. He's being an ass to Sean and Mick, too," Derek answered.

"But not to you?" I asked.

"No, not to me," replied Derek.

"So the only people that he has a problem with are Colin and the two from
the Club who chose me over him. How did Colin get to be a part of that,
Derek?" I demanded.

Derek stammered. "I-I might have told him about you and Colin."

"You did what?" I shouted incredulously.

"Look, he was really upset after the incident at the Club," Derek began
speaking very quickly, "and I felt bad for him, so I might have said
something like he didn't have to worry about you coming very often 'cause
you already had Colin."

"I can't fucking believe this," I shouted again, forgetting that I was in a
school where such language should be avoided.

"And Spin really likes Colin. He wanted him to come to the Club from the
very beginning, but Colin didn't seem to be into that kind of thing, so he
didn't ask, and when he found out about you two...he got even more upset."

"So now he's taking it out on Colin in class, and I can't exactly go to the
principal and say something like, 'I hear that one of your coaches is
acting inappropriately to one of the students because I fucked him.'"

Derek laughed at this, but I didn't smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. A.," he mumbled.

"Well, there's nothing that we can do now. I can try talking to Mr. Harris
and to Coach Spin directly, but I don't know if it'll do any good. It
sounds like he's pretty upset, which I understand, but I think that Colin
hurt himself this morning in class."

"Yeah, I saw that. I knew Spin was pushing him too far," Derek said
guiltily.

"Alright," I said, still angry with him, "go to practice."

Before leaving, Derek smiled wickedly at me. "So Abs," he said, "do you
think that I might need to be punished for this?" My dick throbbed at the
suggestion.

"Get out, Derek," I said.

Shortly after Derek left, the door swung open and Colin came in looking
upset again.

"What's up, Colin?" I asked, approaching him.

"Well, Spin said that I could come make up the quiz but only if I went to a
special make- up practice Friday afternoon at 5. I don't really want to go,
but I couldn't handle being there this afternoon," Colin replied.

This "special practice" sounded suspicious to me, but 5 o'clock seemed too
early for a Club meeting, at least from what I had gathered from Derek and
Ron, so I wondered what Brad had in mind.

"It'll be okay. I'll try to talk to him for you, Colin," I said, putting my
arm around his shoulders. He winced and pulled away.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I'm really sore there." He blushed and said, "Maybe
you could help me with that." Colin walked toward my office.

I grinned wickedly. "Sure, let's see what we can do about that." I followed
him into my office and shut the door. I had made a cover that read, "Do not
disturb" for the narrow, rectangular window in the office door. I locked
the door and covered the window; Colin turned on the CD player.

Colin approached me, and I again resisted the urge to make the first
move. Although it was against my nature not to take control from the
beginning, since my original encounter with Paden, I had resolved to let
them make the first move. It was the only way that I could be sure that I
wasn't pressuring them.

Colin stood right in front of me, and I looked down into his hazel
eyes. They sparkled as he smiled back at me. I could smell him, a strange
dichotomy of musky and clean like he hadn't showered after weightlifting
class earlier that day but had put on clean clothes. I felt my cock begin
to chub up as the blood rushed to my crotch. He placed his hand on my chest
and rubbed it, pinching at my nipples through the cotton of my polo shirt.

"It's been awhile, Abs," he said, looking right into my eyes.

I smiled down at him. "Yes, it has, Colin," I replied.

He reached down and grabbed my crotch, groping for my shaft, which was
pointing toward the right side of my pants. As he began rubbing my
lengthening shaft, pulling and squeezing on my meat, I bent down and
brought my face to his. He parted his mouth slightly as my lips touched
his. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting his lips again. He groaned in
response, pressing his body against mine as I backed up against the door,
my legs spread slightly. I brought my hand up and placed it on the back of
his head, running my fingers over his neck and through his hair; he winced
again and pulled away.

I looked down at him and he looked away sheepishly. "It's okay, baby," I
said soothingly.  "Let's take care of you."

My semi-hard dick had created a very obvious bulge in my khaki pants, and
Colin smiled when he saw it. "Then we can take care of you," he joked,
grabbing at my shaft again.

I reached for Colin's shirt, pulling it from the bottom and off over his
head before removing my own. Colin was wearing cargo shorts, which I
allowed him to keep on, but I dropped my khaki pants and stood there
wearing nothing but my strained cotton boxerbriefs. The outline of my
swelling shaft was evident, arching from the middle of my crotch and down
the right side of my shorts, where the silhouette of my thick cockhead
stopped just above the leg opening.

Colin sat down in my chair, and I came up behind him. I ran my fingers
through his hair and then brought my hands down to his shoulders. He winced
and called out, pulling away. I bent down and kissed his cheek, whispering
in his ear, "It's okay, beautiful, I won't hurt you. Just let me do this."
I touched his shoulders again and felt him cringe, but he didn't move this
time. I began rubbing his shoulders lightly, running my fingers up the side
of his neck and down over his collarbone and shoulders. I pressed harder,
squeezing his muscular shoulders in my hands, massaging and kneading his
sore muscles. I heard Colin exhale deeply and let out a long sigh. I
continued my massage, rubbing and pressing on his shoulders, letting my
hands travel down to his biceps, which I also squeezed tightly. He
responded by flexing them against my palms. His coach might be an ass, but
Colin had definitely beefed up since the beginning of the year and he
looked and felt very good.

My own cock had softened a little during the massage, but a quick glance
toward Colin's crotch showed me that his 5" teencock was ready to go. I
bent my head down and rested my cheek against his. I whispered, "Looks like
someone's enjoying his massage," and reached down to grab his cock, which
had formed a very obvious tent in his cargo shorts.  I felt his cheek turn
hot as he blushed.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he said.

I walked away to turn the volume on the CD player up and to ensure that the
CD was set to repeat. I turned Colin's chair to face me and stood in front
of him, my crotch nearly at his eye level. I reached out and grabbed his
shoulders; he didn't wince. "How are your shoulders feeling, Colin?"

"Really good, Abs," he replied. "Thank you."

"Glad to hear it," I said, putting my hand on the back of his neck and
pulling him forward. I shoved his face into my crotch, pressing my meaty
shaft against his cheek and my heavy balls against his mouth. He moaned
loudly and began licking at my crotch. My cock began to grow again,
throbbing against Colin's smooth cheek, stretching against the tight cotton
of my boxerbriefs.

"I took care of you," I said, "now you get to take care of me."

Colin slid off the chair onto his knees in front of me and reached for the
waistband of my boxerbriefs. I reached down and cupped his chin in my hand,
rubbing my thumb over his lips. He kissed my thumb, and I pushed it into
his mouth as he pulled my shorts down, freeing my cock.

My large, swollen cock bounced up and down, arching out over my swinging
sac. My semi-hard dick was firm and heavy to the touch, but still remained
floppy. I grabbed it in my right hand and began swinging it in Colin's
face, twirling it around. I flopped it down on his forehead and dragged it
down over his face. The head touched his lips and Colin kissed it, gently
taking it into his mouth. He began to suckle on my cockhead, nursing it
while he stroked the shaft. My cock grew in his hands, rapidly lengthening
to its full 9.5" and rapidly swelling to its Coke-can thickness. Colin
moaned, lovingly caressing it, running his hands up and down the thick
length of my Italian meat.

I pulled the fat head from between his lips and stepped back; Colin looked
up at me. I stood there with my legs slightly spread, my hands on my
hips. My sizeable nads swung pendulously between my legs in their wrinkled
sac, and my huge dick arched up from my dark, curly pubic hair, throbbing
and bouncing slightly with the beat of my heart. The swollen purple head
glistened as the first drops of precum formed on the tip and began to leak
from my tap. Colin's eyes were focused on my crotch, and I made my cock bob
and sway for him. His eyes followed the movement of my dick; I stepped
closer to him.

Colin reached out to take me in his hands, but I again made my cock bounce
out of his grip. He laughed. "It's like a fucking animal," he whispered. "A
whole other being." He grabbed for me again, and this time, I let him take
me--fully hard and leaking--into his hands. "So fucking big," he mumbled,
stroking the shaft up and down and then rubbing the moist head on his
cheeks.

I took the base of my cock in my hand and positioned the head on Colin's
lips, rubbing it back and forth to coat them with precum. Then, holding on
to his shoulders, I began thrusting, pulling my hips back and pushing them
forward. My heavy cock slid up Colin's face, over his nose and onto his
forehead, and then slid back down. I repositioned and slid myself up his
right cheek and then his left, slowly and deliberately coating his face in
my sticky precum, marking him as mine. His face glistened with my
ooze. There was nothing hotter to me than seeing a hot man (or woman) with
their face covered by my cock and cream. Colin, I had decided, looked
especially good with a fresh coat of Italian juice. My cock throbbed at the
thought of this, and a huge globule of clear precum oozed from my swollen
head and was deposited on the tip of Colin's nose.

I pressed the soft tip of my broad dick head against Colin's lips, and he
parted them as easily as he had parted them for my tongue earlier. His
mouth expanded to take me in, opening wider to accommodate my thick
prick. I pushed in until I felt my cockhead hit the back of his throat and
then allowed Colin to take over, letting him suck me however he wanted.

He gripped the stalk of my cock and squeezed tightly, stroking the several
inches of swollen meat that did not fit into his mouth, and then began
bobbing his head up and down on the rest of it. He stroked and sucked me,
each time taking me deep into his mouth without letting me enter his
throat. I resisted the urge to thrust my cock into his throat and fuck his
face, instead allowing Colin to work at his own pace. He pulled back,
wrapping both hands around the shaft and keeping just the head in his
mouth. With his talented lips and tongue, my nearly 15-year-old cocksucker
worked the head of my cock while his strong hands worked the shaft. I
grabbed onto his shoulders and could feel and see his arms flexing as he
worked my oversized cock with his hands.

His tongue slid repeatedly over my cockhead, flicking gingerly against the
underside as his lips closed tightly just behind the corona. He was again
nursing on my cockhead, the precum flowing freely over his rough tongue. He
sucked and licked at the flared capital of my schlong, keeping the pressure
constant and making me swell even more in his hands. He had never done this
to me before, and it led me to believe that my boy had been practicing.

He pulled his mouth off of my dick and looked up at me, smiling, his lips
looking a little swollen from the vacuum he had applied to my cock. He spit
up and down my cock shaft and continued stroking me with both hands, lubing
my cock. He ran his hands up over the head, smearing the sticky precum back
down the shaft, continuously coating my rod with spit and precum. He opened
his mouth and took me back in, my cock sliding through his tight
lips. Slowly, he worked his way down my shaft; I looked down, watching as
inch after inch disappeared into Colin's mouth.

I again felt my cockhead hit the back of his throat. I knew that he could
take me all the way if he wanted to--we had worked on that already--but I
wasn't going to force him. He paused; my cockhead throbbed eagerly at the
entrance of his throat and I knew that my slimy precum was oozing down his
gullet. He opened his mouth and made a gulping noise, pushing face further
onto my cock. My swollen cockhead slid into his throat, and I groaned
loudly, feeling the tight confines of his throat surround me. Colin groaned
in response, taking even more of me in. The vibrations of Colin's vocal
cords as he moaned around my cock elicited another moan from me.

I leaned my head back, gasping. Every inch of my large cock was now lodged
in the mouth and throat of this high school jock. I looked down at Colin,
his 15-year-old mouth stretched obscenely wide around my olive cock. His
eyes met mine. He gulped, and the contractions of his throat muscles around
my shaft made my cock swell even more. I rubbed his cheek; his eyes were
tearing. He started to pull back, releasing my cock from his throat. "Very
impressive, baby," I said.

"Thanks," he said. "I've been practicing on Paden, but you're still quite a
bit bigger, so I wasn't sure if I could do it."

"Well you did," I said, "good job. Now, make me cum, cocksucker." I was
partly joking as I said this, but right now that's exactly what Colin was:
my cocksucker. Even if he decided that he only liked girls, we both knew
that he'd still crawl for my cock. I slapped my dick on his face, and he
whimpered.

I pushed my dick against his mouth, and he again willingly opened up to
accept me. I grabbed on to the sides of his head and began feeding him my
cock, pushing it into his mouth inch by inch, not stopping when I hit the
back of his throat, but plowing in.  Quickly, I filled his mouth and throat
with my meat until my balls rested heavily on his chin. I held his head in
place, allowing him to work his throat muscles and tongue on my cockhead
and shaft, and then I slid out. I gave in to my urge to skull fuck him and
started thrusting, pushing my cock deep into his mouth and then pulling
out, repeatedly spearing his throat with my very large, very thick Italian
dong.

Colin gagged several times, but never pulled away, instead willingly
accepting my invading cock. I was groaning loudly now; my balls slapped
against his chin again and again. "That's it, beautiful," I mumbled. "Suck
my cock; make me cum."

Colin reached up and played with my nads, holding my heavy eggs in his
hands and rolling them around. He groaned in response to my words, sucking
even harder. I stopped thrusting, again allowing him to take control of his
blowjob. He slid off my cock and buried his face in my crotch, sucking and
licking on my balls while his hands stroked my swollen, slick shaft. He
bathed my smooth sac with his tongue, taking one egg-sized nut into his
mouth and then the other. My cock continued oozing, coating his hands with
my precum, which he smoothed over the veiny shaft. Colin squeezed harder.

He let my sac fall from his lips and took my cockhead back into his
mouth. His cheeks hollowed out as he created a vacuum with his lips; his
hands continued massaging my fat rod. "Oh fuck, Col," I mumbled. "I'm gonna
nut."

My cock throbbed harder, and I arched my back. My balls tightened, pulling
close to my body, and my legs trembled. I yanked my cock from Colin's mouth
and jerked it over his face. My boy knelt in front of me, looking up at me,
his mouth open, eagerly awaiting my seed. I leaned back against the door,
aiming my cock at his face. My piss slit opened, and I could feel the load
building at the base of my cock, rising through the thick tube of my
cock. "Cum, Abs," Colin moaned. "Slime me."

I groaned loudly as the first shot, a thick string of spooge about 7" long,
leapt from my cockhead and landed on Colin's face and forehead. The next
shot, about equal to the first, arched up and landed on the top of his head
in his spiky black hair and on his forehead.  Several more shots followed
rapidly, smaller than the first two, but sloppily criss-crossing his face
with sticky, white jizz. My load, delivered in 12 thick ropes of cum, oozed
down his cheeks, and drops of it stuck in his eyelashes and
eyebrows. Rivulets of my spew ran down his neck and onto his chest. Colin
stuck his tongue out and began to lick the cum from his lips. I reached
down and wiped my seed from his eyes with my thumb, and then slid my thumb
between his lips. He gingerly sucked the cream from my finger.

He opened his eyes and smiled up at me. I grinned back, cream still oozing
from my deflating cock. A large drop fell to the floor. Colin started to
wipe my jism from his face, but I stopped him. "Leave it," I said, pulling
him to his feet. I admired my paint job, and my cock began to throb back to
life. I would rather see him covered in my jizz than have him swallow it.

Colin was still wearing his cargo shorts, and a large wet spot had formed
on them. I knelt in front of him and gently slid my tongue over the wet
spot, tasting his salty precum; he moaned. I opened his shorts and pulled
them down to reveal his tented boxers. I rubbed his cock and squeezed it
through his boxers as I kissed his abs. I could taste my cum on his
stomach, as it had dripped down his chest towards his navel. I looked up at
him, my Italian sauce was drying on his face and in his hair, thick ropes
of cream oozing and drying on his face, in his hair, on his neck and
chest. My cock throbbed and expanded, slowly beginning to rise again
between my legs.

I pulled Colin's boxers down and freed his teencock. It rose about 5" into
the air, thin and swollen. The purple tip glistened with the precum that
had made the spot on his pants. I buried my face in his crotch and licked
his balls, sucking his cum tanks into my mouth, taking his whole sac in and
bathing it with my tongue and lips. I felt his small cock throbbing on my
face. I released his sac from my lips and stuck out my tongue. I pressed it
against the base of his cock and licked up the underside, tracing the thick
tube on the underside of his high school jock meat. He moaned loudly and
grabbed my head as the tip of my tongue tickled the underside of his dick
head. I swirled my tongue up over his cockhead, twisting it around the
corona of his glans and then taking it into my mouth.

Colin gasped loudly, arching over me as my lips closed tightly over his
hard cock. He started thrusting his hips, and I allowed him to slide his
cock in and out of my mouth. He pushed all the way in and then slid all the
way out, feeding me his 5" meat. I sucked hard, creating a tight vacuum on
his shaft. I swirled my tongue repeatedly over his thin cock and swollen
head, tasting his precum. He was moaning continually now and thrusting
harder, his hips bucking desperately against my face as I played with his
cum filled balls.  I felt his balls begin to tighten and I pulled off his
cock. His cock throbbed and bobbed, red and swollen. He whimpered.

"Not yet, baby," I said, taking his balls back into my mouth. He sighed. I
spun him around so that his ass was in my face. I reached up and pushed
against his back to bend him over, sticking his ass out. I placed my hands
on his muscular cheeks and spread them, revealing his small, brown hole. I
stuck out my tongue and licked up and down his hairless crack. He moaned in
response. I flicked my tongue repeatedly against his hole, teasing it,
running the rough tip around the edge of his ass. It twitched and opened
slightly. I slid my tongue inside his ass and began to tongue fuck him,
sliding my tongue in and out of his tight hole. He pushed his ass back
against my face and I continued to lube him with my spit.

I slid one finger easily into his ass and gingerly added another, watching
his hole stretch open for me. I pressed my fingertips against his prostate;
his cock throbbed and leaked again. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and
instructed him to lie down on his back. I crawled between his legs and he
willingly spread his thighs for me. I knelt between his legs and looked
down at him, globs of my cum still clinging to his face and hair. I rubbed
his thighs and then slid my hand between them, under his balls, I pressed
my fingertips against his prostate from the outside before sliding the two
fingers back into his hole. I fingerfucked Colin for several minutes. He
spread his legs wide, allowing me complete access to his lower body as I
slid my fingers in and out of his hole, stretching him open before adding a
third finger. He winced, his ass clenching tightly around my fingers.  "You
gotta relax, baby," I said, rubbing his thighs and stomach with my free
hand. I bent down and took his cock back into my mouth, sucking his cock
while I fingerfucked his ass. He was moaning loudly again, and I could feel
his ass twitch around my fingers. He was thrusting his hips, arching his
back up off the floor. His balls tightened, and I knew that he was close
again. I released his cock and pulled my fingers from his ass. He whimpered
and sank back down to the floor.

Colin's cock now looked larger than its 5" and was distended like an
overfull balloon, slick with spit and precum. I pressed my large cock
against his, nearly twice as long, and lay down over him, holding myself up
on my arms. I looked into his eyes, which were half closed, and began
thrusting, sliding my cock back and forth over his, grinding against
him. He spread his legs and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me down
against him. I knelt between his legs and pushed them up to his chest to
reveal his hole.  He moaned.

I took my hard cock in my hand and slid it up and down his crack, teasing
his sensitive ass hole with the swollen tip of my cock. I allowed my cock
to rest there, throbbing and oozing against his opening. His ass twitched,
and I pushed against it. "Do you want it, baby?" I asked him.

"Yes, please, Abs," Colin whimpered.

"Please, what, Colin?" I pulled my cock from between his legs and slapped
it down on his 5" teenjock meat.

"Fuck me, please!" Colin begged.

"You sure, baby?" I teased. "I don't know if you can handle it."

He whined again. "Stop teasing me and shove your cock into my ass. Hard!"

I smiled down at him and placed my cock again at the opening of his ass. I
pushed in, hard, as he had commanded me, and my broad cockhead speared its
way through his sphincter. I felt the muscle expand and stretch to accept
me, and then close tightly around my head. Colin called out loudly. I
briefly thanked God that I had remembered to turn the CD player up to
muffle any other noises from in the room. I slowly and deliberately fed my
long cock into his tight ass, stretching it open. I pushed Colin's legs up
to his chest and raised myself up over him, folding him in half. I started
to fuck him, plowing my cock in and out of his hole, stretching it and
tearing it open.

He groaned continuously, squeezing his ass muscles around my invading
prick, using his ass to pull me deeper inside of him. His eyes rolled back
into his head, which he tossed back and forth as I fucked him deeply. "Oh
God, Abs," he mumbled.

I kept on drilling my thick shaft into him, hitting his guts deep and hard,
repeatedly sliding my cock back and forth over his prostate. I thrust my
hips up and down, pulling out until just the head of my cock remained
buried in his teen boypussy and then shoving it back in until my balls
rested heavily against his smooth jock ass.

I could tell that he was about to cum, so I gave one last thrust into his
guts and held it, my cock pressing tightly on his prostate. I started
rotating my hips, grinding down on his prostate with my ram. He gasped. I
watched as his cock twitched and his balls tightened.  He groaned and
unloaded, thrusting his body against mine; a stream of watery cum erupted
from his swollen cockhead and landed with a splat on his chest, joining my
load which was drying there. A few more shots followed. His ass twitched
around my cock with each shot of cum that he fired. I started fucking him
again.

He lay beneath me, his softening cock bouncing as I continued my assault on
his ass. I stared at his face, again admiring how thoroughly covered it was
and noticing how he was even hotter with a faceful of cum. I started
fucking harder, pounding my cock into his ass as I stared at his glazed
face. I felt my balls tighten. "Oh fuck," I groaned, collapsing on top of
him. "I'm gonna cum inside you, Colin," I growled into his ear. "Do you
want that, baby? Do you want my sperm in you? Breed you with my seed."

He only whimpered in response, grabbing onto me tightly. I started cumming;
wad after wad of cum fired from my cock as I fucked him. My cock swelled in
his ass with each shot, throbbing. Ten shots of my seed erupted from my
cock and coated Colin's guts, leaving thick lakes of white cum inside of
him. I slid out, my cock slick with cum, spit, and sweat. I knelt there, my
cock hanging heavily over my balls as it softened. Colin's ass gaped open,
stretched wide by my fire hydrant cock, and then slowly began to shrink.

"That was awesome," Colin muttered, getting up on his knees to face me.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it, beautiful," I said, touching his cheek. "You
look so good with my cum all over you." He blushed.

"But how am I gonna get out of here?" he asked.

I handed him my t-shirt and he used it to wipe my cum from his face as best
he could.  "That should be good enough for you to go into the classroom and
use the sink to get the rest after you get dressed."

There was a pause. "When are your parents coming?" I asked. "Shouldn't
practice be over?"

"My mom will probably be here soon," he said. "This was way more fun than
practice," he joked and I laughed. "But I really don't want to go to this
make-up practice or whatever with Spin."

I was quiet for a moment. I was fairly certain that it wasn't really a
practice at all, but a ruse for Brad to get Colin alone and, I assumed, try
to take advantage of him. I wasn't sure if I should tell Colin or not, but
I decided that I needed to. He needed to feel like he could trust me.

"Colin, look," I began, "I don't think that it's really a practice at all."

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"You see, Colin, there's something that goes on here that you may or may
not know about." And I proceeded to tell Colin about the Club and what had
happened the previous Friday. At first, I was afraid that he would be upset
that I had hooked up with someone besides him or Paden, but he wasn't. In
fact, he seemed turned on by the idea.

"So you had like all those jocks there practically worshipping you, huh?"
he asked.

I kind of chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. I liked it."

"Hot. And you really did that to Spin?" he asked excitedly.

"Yep, I did. He shouldn't have tried anything with me."

"That's fucking amazing," he said. "I wish that I could have seen it."

I laughed. "See it? You just felt it!" He laughed now, too.

"So you think that this 'make-up practice' is just a trick 'cause Spin is
trying to get back at you?" he wondered.

"I really think so, yeah," I said. "Derek said that Spin has been into you
for awhile, and after he found out that you and I had played around, I'm
sure he thought that would be a good way to pay me back for what happened
last week." A brief flash of jealousy and panic flashed through my
mind. What if Colin WANTED to get with Brad? I didn't have a problem with
him getting with other guys his age, but I didn't like the thought of him
getting with anyone else.

Colin must have read my mind, because he said, "Well, I'm not into
him. You're the only one besides people my age that I've ever wanted to be
with."

"Thanks, Colin, I think," I said and laughed.

He smiled. "So what are we going to do? If Spin's going to keep being an
ass to me, then I'm just not gonna go to weightlifting anymore and I really
don't want to go to this practice if he's gonna do something weird."

"I think that you should go to the practice," I said, "and let me worry
about Spin. Only Spin is stupid enough to risk what the Club has going on
down there in order to get back at me. I think that all he needs is a
little talking to. I won't let anything happen to you."

Colin grinned broadly. "Thanks, Abs," Colin said.

"You can count on me, Colin," I said, hugging him.

"I know," he said, still smiling.

I kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and pressing our
bodies together. I could feel my sticky cum on his chest and taste some on
his lips still. I pulled away. "I guess that we should get dressed."

"Yep," Colin agreed. "There's no time for another round," he said, pointing
to my dick, which was beginning to grow again. His too was beginning to
swell.

I laughed. "Good point!"

Colin used my t-shirt to wipe more of my cum from his body and face, but
cum has a tendency to clump up before it dries and he wasn't all that
successful at first. Finally, he was clean enough to put his clothes back
on and go into the classroom, where he used the sink to try to get the
remaining cum from his face and hair. I watched him struggle to clean
himself and laughed.

A few minutes later, his cell phone rang, and he answered it. It was his
mom, and she was outside waiting for him. He tossed the dirty t-shirt at
me, but I caught it and threw it back.  "Keep it," I said with a wink.

He smiled and licked at it. I laughed. "Thanks again, Abs," he said.

"No problem, Colin," I said and waved. He left the room. I noticed that the
trashcans in the room had been emptied. I hoped that the custodian hadn't
heard anything.

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So what did you think? Let me know.

I want to let you all know that I'm thinking about starting another
story. I came to the realization that some things that people wanted me to
put in this story (and some ideas for characters that I had) don't fit in
with the limits that I've set for these characters. For example, some
people really like the idea of Mr. A. being in control, but others really
want to see the teens take charge. Mr. A. isn't the type to let that
happen, and if I did that, then it wouldn't be true to the character. As a
result, I've decided to create another story, written in the 3rd person, as
I would no longer be the main character. You might see some similarities
between other characters, though, like Paden (for example).

This does NOT mean that the Mr. A. series is ending, merely that I'm going
to try to do something different. If you are interested in being put on a
mailing list for the when the new story is finally posted (or when a new
chapter of Mr. A. is posted), please let me know.

Feel free to contact me,
e-mail: grossoitaliano@hotmail.com;
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