Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2009 13:38:22 -0500 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: new soccer tourney 1 Another episode! A short one this time, though. Please do keep in mind that it has been a LONG TIME, so if there's something in here contradictory to what I've said before about a character, just let me know, but don't go nuts over it. I need ideas about where you guys would like the story to go! I've almost finished with all originally planned episodes. I'm having trouble coming up with more really hot stuff, so tell me what we haven't done yet that you'd like to see happen. Or whom you'd like to see more of (and in what context!). As usual, please let me know what you think. To be perfectly honest, it is a big turn-on for me to hear from fans (especially the sort that Mr. A enjoys). Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). 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 stories entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult-youth section and "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin" in the highschool section. 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.) ******************* We had soccer tournament at the end of January, and so one Thursday after school, the JV and Varsity teams boarded a bus and headed out. Around dinner time, we reached the hotel where we would be staying. The boys ran off to find food at nearby restaurants, mostly fast food, while the adults (coaches and parent chaperones) remained at the hotel and ate. Technically, we probably shouldn't have let the students run out like that without supervision, but I had done a lot of things that I technically shouldn't have. Rooming arrangements that night were similar to what they had been previously. The boys were four to a room, and the adults were two to a room. I had a room to myself, however, because there were an odd number of adult chaperones. The original plan had been to put three guys together, but I eagerly volunteered to pay for my own room in order to make things more comfortable for every one else. My reasons, of course, weren't entirely altruistic. I was thinking more along the lines of expediting any late-night fun. The curfew was 11 p.m., and we left the boys to their own devices until then. At 11, we walked around checking on the rooms to make sure every one was accounted for. For the most part, the rooming arrangements were set up so that the JV boys (typically younger) roomed together and the Varsity boys (typically older) roomed together. Paden, Chaz, and Todd had ended up in a room together with a guy named Grant. Grant was a JV player who didn't play much. He was in the same grade as Paden, Chaz, and Todd, but I had never taken much notice of him. He had short cropped light brown hair and a cute enough oval-shaped face. If not for some acne scarring on his cheeks, he probably would have been considered very cute. I didn't know Grant well, but I knew that he was called "Magic Grant," because he was a fairly good magician. Lyle, Marcus, Evan, and Travis were sharing another room. Luckily for them, I thought, they had all at some point been involved in some action. Peter and Miles, whose boy-on-boy predilections I had never experienced firsthand, were sharing a room with Troy and another boy I knew nothing of. His name was Quinn (a nickname, I later found out, because he was "the 5th"). Quinn was one of the few junior year players on JV. Most students had either quit or made Varsity by their junior year. He was a tall, lanky boy with short dark hair. Mitchell and Danny (the lone freshman Varsity player) were sharing a room with two other freshmen, Shane and Ottavio. Shane, like Mitchell, had decided on a whim to try out for soccer. He wasn't very good and hadn't really played at all. He had shoulder-length brown hair and was always exceptionally well-dressed. Even as a freshman, he was known for having a permanent five-o'clock shadow. He loved to play the guitar, and was good at it, from what I had been told. His arms and legs were surprisingly well-developed, very powerful looking and thick, not to mention covered with dark hair. Ottavio was new to the program, having transferred to Washington High from out of state for second semester. He had been born in Italy, but he had grown up in the United States. His father was Italian while his mother, I learned later, was Portuguese and Spanish. Ottavio was on JV, but given his skills, he should have been on Varsity. Because he had transferred to our school after tryouts and the teams had been chosen, Grayson decided that it might cause more problems for Varsity than it was worth to put in a new guy with only a few weeks left in the season. Ottavio was kind of short and had dark olive skin. He was also compact. Not fat, not stocky, but compact. There was muscle on his small frame. Ottavio's nose was slightly too big and his eyes were slightly too close together. His brow was pronounced. By all accounts, he probably wouldn't be considered objectively attractive, but there was something about him, an inexplicable allure that had made him immediately popular among the girls and the guys. I even found myself strangely drawn to him. After checking on all the guys, I returned to my room and undressed for bed. I was lying in my bed in my boxerbriefs watching TV when there was a sharp rap on the door. Swinging my legs off the bed, I stood and walked to the door. I had been absent-mindedly caressing my bulge while I lay in bed. As I walked, my chubby dick slipped heavily down the left of my underwear, reaching down towards the leg opening. In the closet near the door I kept a pair of pajama pants that I could slip on quickly for just such a situation. I grabbed the pants and looked through the peephole in the door. It was Aaron. I tossed the pants back into the closet and opened the door. Aaron was in a pair of shorts and t-shirt. His cock head poked against the front of the shorts, making a small tent. Aaron looked surprised when he saw me standing there in just my underwear. "Shit, Alex," he said. "Do you always answer the door like that?" "Only when I know it's someone who will appreciate the view," I replied with a wink. He flushed. He was nervous about something. "What's up, Aaron?" I asked. "Can I come in?" he asked. I stepped aside, and he moved past me into the room. The back of his hand "accidentally" brushed against the bulge in my underwear and lingered there just slightly than one would expect. I followed Aaron into the room and flopped back down on the bed. I crossed my ankles, putting my legs together and causing my chubby and fat balls to rest on top of my muscular thighs: a perfect mound of Italian beef. I put my hands behind my head and looked at Aaron, who was standing near the TV gazing at me. He was holding his hands in front of his shorts. "What's up?" I repeated. "I just wanted to see what you were up to," Aaron replied, "since we're not sharing a room. I'm sharing with one of the parents, which is a little different for me." "Yeah, I can imagine," I agreed, reaching down to adjust my cockmound and then putting hands back behind my head. My body was completely open for Aaron's admiration, from the bottom of my feet up the strong muscles of my calves and quads to my bulging Italian sausage, ripped abs, broad, smooth chest, and baseball-sized biceps. "You can hang out here for a while, I guess," I offered him. "But we have an early day tomorrow." The preliminary rounds would take place on Friday with the quarter- and semi-finals on Saturday. Finals, if we made it, would be on Sunday. Aaron nodded. "I know," he said, sitting down on the bed next to mine. His tent had grown. "Do you think we'll win?" "We'll definitely make it through tomorrow," I said with a chuckle. "Honestly, though, we should make it at least to the semi-finals, don't you think?" "Definitely," Aaron agreed. "I think that we're definitely one of the best teams in the state this year. Varsity, anyway. JV is always a crap shoot." "True, true, but they've been working pretty hard, you gotta admit." "Oh yeah. They've been better this year than I expected." We both fell silent. After a couple of minutes, during which I continued watching TV and Aaron continued watching me, Aaron finally said, "So when are we going to do this girl I've been trying to get you with?" "Shit, man," I said, feigning regret. "I completely forgot about that. Sorry. I've been so busy!" Aaron nodded. "That's okay. I just really want to do it, you know? We haven't done a girl together since before the break." "Yeah, I know. Like I said, sorry. I can't help it if I don't have the time." Aaron nodded again and looked at me. Our eyes locked. I grinned mischievously. "Looks like you're ready to go camping," I said, gesturing towards his now very obvious tent. He blushed bright red and looked around. I got up and stood in front of him. The blood was starting to flow more quickly to my cock, which slid again down the leg of my boxerbriefs. The tip of my cockhead reached ever closer to the leg opening. The glans of my cock was clearly outlined in the tight cotton. I cupped Aaron under the chin and turned his head away from my bulge, so that our eyes met again. "You know that I told you before that if you want to get some directly from the tap, you can. You just gotta ask." He had never sucked me without a girl present before. I guessed that for him it was "less gay" to do it if it was him and a girl than if he did it on his own. If there was a girl there, he could claim it was because she wanted him to do it with her. If it was just he and I, he had to admit that he wanted it as much as she did. Aaron swallowed. My dick-tip had now revealed itself, held tight against my thigh by my underwear. Aaron reached out for it and leaned forward. I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him back. "I said you gotta ask for it." I smiled down at him, sneering slightly. "Please?" he asked. "Please what?" I prodded. "Please, Alex," he repeated, "Can I suck your dick?" "Hmmm," I said, as if I were thinking it over. "I don't know if I truly believe that you want to do it." Aaron slipped off the bed and onto his knees; I stepped back. He looked up at me desperately, his hands on my thighs. "My God, please," he begged, practically whimpering. "Let me see it and have it and play with it again." He wrapped his arms around my waist pleadingly. His cheek rested on my stomach, and my bulge pushed its way down towards his neck and shoulder. I pushed his face away and grabbed his hands, releasing them from my waist and placing them on my cock. He moaned contentedly and immediately began rubbing my rapidly expanding package. My full cockhead was now exposed, and I was getting harder. Aaron caressed my cock tube through the material of my underwear and craned his neck down to swab his tongue repeatedly against my cockhead. My cock throbbed and pulsed inside my boxerbriefs. The younger man then buried his face in my crotch and began licking and mouthing my cock and balls through the cotton. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of this once-straight man's mouth on my cock race through me. Soon, my cock had grown hard enough that the position in my shorts was no longer comfortable. I pushed Aaron and his hungry mouth off of my mound and pulled down my underwear. My semi-hard cock, released from its constraints, bounced up and hit Aaron in the face, leaving a wet mark of precum and his own spit. Aaron moaned and reached out to caress my swollen prong. Wrapping both hands around my dick, Aaron started stroking me. The blood rushed into my shaft, making my cock fatter and longer. Sticky, sweet precum covered my cock and Aaron's hands. He kept stroking, squeezing harder and faster. His fingers, gripping my cock, could no longer touch. The entire stalk of my cock and the tip glistened with my natural lube. My balls bounced and jiggled as Aaron handled my meat with his strong hands. I quickly grew tired of the hand-job that Aaron was giving me, so I reached down and grabbed my cock at the base. I stroked down the full length of it, forcing Aaron to release me. He looked up at me expectantly. I smiled down at him. Bending slightly at the knees, I brought my cock down towards Aaron's face. My cum-heavy balls swayed between my thighs as I held my cock--a tower of turgid and fat Italian sausage--in front of Aaron's face. I started gently rubbing my cock on his face, pressing the full, broad mass of it against his cheeks, his lips, his nose and eyes. Aaron kept his mouth open as I did this, urgently wagging his tongue, trying to keep in constant contact with my engorged, eager prick. I stepped back to admire my work. Silvery strands of sticky precum clung to his face, a crisscross of masculine juices. I gently placed my cockhead on his tongue. Aaron wrapped his lips around my broad, flat cockhead and began to suck. He grabbed my heavy sac with one hand and played with my balls, while his other hand stroked my dick shaft. He kept just the head of my prick in his mouth for a time, gently nursing on it and milking the precum from the tip to coat his tongue and throat. Placing my hand on the back of his head, I urged him further down on my long, 9.5-inch piece. I fed Aaron slowly, watching his lips stretch around me, straining his jaw. Aaron had never taken much more than the head of my dick before. Usually, when he was working my cock with the girls he brought over, he focused on my balls and on licking the shaft and head. It was time for him to do more. With gentle pressure, I encouraged Aaron to go deeper. My cock reached the back of his throat. Aaron sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the fat shaft as much as he could. One hand remained at the base, squeezing and stroking, and the other continued to play with my cum tanks. I pushed in a little further; he gagged, but I didn't pull back. I kept going in. I felt his throat contract and push against me. Aaron whimpered. I slid out. "I can't," he whispered. "It's too big." I grabbed my dick from my hands and slapped it down on his face. He whimpered again. "You have to. You've heard girls choke on it before. Since there's no girl here, I guess it's your turn." I sat down on the bed and motioned for Aaron to get between my legs. My cock had a very slight upward curve, so I knew that I could get into him from my current position if I could straighten out the path through his mouth into his throat. Aaron was on his hands and knees. I grabbed his head and craned it upward. "Open your mouth," I said, placing my cock against his lips. "And don't move." I slid my dick back into his mouth and went deeper than I had before, but I was just about to push into his throat when he gagged again and pulled back. I grabbed his head and tried again. He panicked. I sighed heavily and stood up. My cock hit Aaron in the face as I did so. "No more fucking around," I said. Aaron looked with fear at the proud mast of my angry, fat dick. "Lie on your back on the bed," I told him, moving out of his way. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to edge of the bed, so that his head was hanging off the side. "Open," I said, firmly tapping my cock here and there on his face. Aaron obeyed. "We'll do it this way, since you can't do it the other way." With one hand on the back of Aaron's head, I grabbed my cock with the other and aimed it at the young coach's throat. As soon as my cock was in his mouth, I placed my hand on his chest, making sure that he stayed in place. Bending my knees, I pushed my dick into his throat. My cock reached the back of Aaron's throat again, and I heard the gag and choke that I had come to expect. He struggled but couldn't move much. I felt his teeth on my shaft. "Watch it," I said, "or you could get hurt." He stopped struggling. "Relax," I encouraged, "and swallow." Aaron swallowed, and I felt my cock finally slide into his throat. I groaned quietly. I loved the feeling of a tight throat closing around my cockhead. I knew Aaron was trying very hard to control himself. I heard him gag, his throat crammed with my Italian cock, but he didn't struggle against me. I felt him swallow again, and his throat grabbed and caressed my cock. He choked again. I slid all the way out. Aaron hungrily gulped in air. After a few seconds, I went back in, this time quickly pushing my dick into his throat. He gagged harder, but he didn't try to get away. I pulled out; he breathed; I drove back in. "There you go," I muttered. "That's how you take a cock." I skull-fucked Aaron for several minutes, enjoying the sounds of gagging and choking rising from his throat. I watched his throat expand each time I went into him, like a snake trying to digest a small animal. My balls swung weightily against his forehead with each thrust. Finally, I pulled out and sat down on the bed behind me. I glanced at Aaron and then at the empty space between my legs. He immediately got off the other bed and got back on his knees. I leaned back with my legs spread, giving him full and open access to my endowment. He started by sucking and licking my balls, bathing each fat nut in his spit. He would go down low and slide his tongue under one; then, he would lift it with his tongue and bounce it before sucking it between his lips. Aaron then licked me from the bottom of my saggy, wrinkled ball sac up to the base of my cock, then tracing the thick tube of my cum cannon on the underside, he kissed his way to the tip. Holding my cock against his face, Aaron licked the side of it as he stroked me, wrapping his lips around the side of the shaft. Finally, he took just the head into his mouth again and stroked the shaft with both hands. I moved my hips slightly, thrusting into his mouth and in his fists. I was getting closer to cumming. My balls had already pulled up close to my body, and Aaron was alternating between those eggs and my sausage. One fat orb of man-nut hugged each side of my cock stalk. "I'm close," I moaned. Aaron sucked harder and stroked faster. "FUCK," I grunted loudly. That inexplicable, inimitable sensation of orgasm started in the swollen, leaky head of my dick and quickly spread throughout my body. My nerve-endings sang; my muscles tensed. I thrust my legs out, and my toes curled. Leaning further back on the bed, I pushed my hips up and grabbed the sheet. The first volley of cum erupted from my gaping piss slit and hit Aaron in the back of the throat. Aaron pulled off, choking on the force of my first blast. He kept his hand on my pulsing dick as the shooting continued. Cum rocketed out of my cock, bursting the air with each shot. Some wads hit Aaron squarely in the face or forehead. Some flew into the air and rained down on top of his head and shoulders. Some went the other direction and landed on my chest and stomach. I fell flat on my back on the bed and breathed deeply, coming back to my senses. My whole body still tingled. I could feel Aaron still gently licking and pulling on my cock and balls. I shuddered, eyes closed. I finally raised myself back up and opened my eyes. I looked down at Aaron. He was fairly messy, with several wads of my baby-batter in his hair and clinging to his cheeks. Multiple quarter-sized wet-spots dotted the shoulders and back of the t-shirt he was wearing. My cum was already starting to clump on him. I sat up and removed my junk from his hands and mouth. "You're a mess," I said. He smiled. "I know." "But you took my cock. I'm so proud of you." He blushed. "I can't believe I did that. It was scary." "Now you know how the girls feel that we've been with. It isn't easy, even with a smaller cock like yours." Aaron was still hard, and a large wet-spot had appeared on the front of his shorts. I didn't think Aaron produced that much precum, so I guessed that he had probably also gotten off when I did. "You came?" I asked surprised. Both of his hands had been busy, I knew that much, which meant that if he had in fact cum, it was because he was sucking me and enjoying it--a lot. Aaron nodded. "I guess you really enjoyed this, then," I said, legs still spread and the softening trunk of my prick and balls sagging heavily. "Especially since you're still hard." "I did really enjoy it, I suppose," Aaron said. "I've been thinking about it so much lately. I couldn't help myself." "Yeah, I noticed that after you left your load in my shorts at school!" Aaron blushed. "Sorry about that." "No problem. I think that we got you back for it." "Who was it?" he asked eagerly. "Please? I really want to know." "Well, it was me, obviously," I said, "and also Paden and Chaz." Aaron's eyes grew wide. "What?" I nodded. "Yep. It was actually Paden's idea to give you the gift." Aaron gulped. "You jerked off with those two? For real?" he asked incredulously. I laughed at his disbelief. "I think that I've told you that I get along really well with most of these guys." "That actually sounds kind of hot," Aaron said. "I remember in early high school some of us would get together and jerk off. I haven't really done it since then." "Well, like you told me at the last tournament, guys these days still do that kind of thing. And I just happen to join in occasionally." "I'm still surprised," Aaron said. "Be smart about it," I warned him. "Surprised or not, whether the guys liked doing it or not, it doesn't matter. If the wrong people find out, I could lose my job and worse." "No shit," Aaron said. "Obviously I won't go blabbing it. I just might, you know?" "What?" "Want to join in some time?" I laughed. "That's up to the guys," I said. "But remember that any time you need some of this," I waved my floppy dick at him, "just ask." Aaron groaned. "I don't know what's wrong with me." There was a tinge of regret and confusion in his voice. "You make me do things that I wouldn't do with any other guy, whether there was a girl present or not!" "You aren't the first guy to tell me that," I informed him. "I guess I just have a special quality or two." I winked at him; he looked at my dick. "We should get to bed," I said. "Early morning and all that." Aaron nodded. "Just let me clean up, so I can go back to my room." He started walking towards the bathroom. His shirt was stained; my load had also dried and clumped on his face and in his hair. "Nah, I don't think so," I said as he reached the bathroom door. "What?" he asked, surprised. "I don't think you need to clean up. At least not here. I gotta get to bed. Go back to your room and clean up." Aaron's eyes grew wide. "But what if someone sees me?" He gestured towards his body, cum stains on his shirt and shorts, cum on his face and in his hair, and, of course, he was still hard. "I guess you better hurry, then," I offered helpfully. "Besides, no one should be up. I bet you'll be fine." Aaron looked dubious, but he knew that I wasn't joking. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay," he said quietly, reaching for the door handle. He peeked through the peephole first, and seeing no one, opened the door a crack. When he was satisfied that no one was nearby, he stepped out and headed to his room. I locked the door behind him and chuckled to myself. Hopefully Aaron's roommate was asleep, or the coach's son might have trouble explaining himself. I wet a washcloth and wiped the cum and spit from my cock and chest. Then, after making sure that the alarm was set, I climbed into bed and went to sleep. ******************* What did you think? Did you get off? Was it good for you? Let me know how (or if) you enjoyed it. As I said in the foreword, feedback keeps my blood flowing (as it were). I need feedback and ideas, people! What do you want to see happen? Let me know. Sorry it was so short, but I figured shorter and new was better than none at all! Again, I will try to post more regularly, but no promises as I begin the busy spring semester of teaching. I have every intention of continuing this story until I have no more ideas for it (or until you all are so bored of it that I have to give it up). 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