Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2009 13:54:43 -0500 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: new soccer tourney 2 A new episode, finally. I didn't have time to work on it until today. Enjoy. 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.) ******************* I awoke early on Friday and pulled on my pajama pants before heading out shirtless to make sure all the boys were awake. They would need to eat breakfast and be on the bus by 8:30 for us to get to the tournament site on time. The preliminary games would take place that day. If we could win those, we'd be in the quarterfinals on Saturday. The games were being played at various locations around the city, on different high school and city fields. I headed to Paden's room first and banged on the door. Grant opened the door, wearing just his boxers and a t-shirt. He looked surprised when he saw me. "Whoa," he mumbled. I looked at him quizzically. "What's that?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nothing, sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to be here." "Uh huh," I said, noting that he was trying very hard to maintain eye contact with me. His surreptitious glances down to the rest of my body did not go unnoticed, however. "I just wanted to make sure that every one was up and ready to head to breakfast." Grant nodded. "We're up. Paden made sure of that." "Good," I said and moved on. My flaccid dick hung down the left leg of my pants and bounced as I walked, hitting my thigh and causing the cloth to float up and out. Aaron and Grayson were also going around and banging on doors to wake up the guys. Aaron's hand was raised to knock on the door to Lyle's room, but he paused when he heard the other door close, and he was now watching as I walked in his direction. I reached down and grabbed the soft tube of my dick through the cloth, giving Aaron a nice look at the outline of my cockhead and shaft against the cotton. He blushed and turned to knock on the door. I came to the door of the room shared by Miles, Peter, Quinn, and Troy. I had heard that Miles and Peter enjoyed playing around with other guys in various situations. I wasn't sure what exactly they had done, beyond circle jerks and maybe receiving a blowjob from another guy. Troy, of course, had joined in with Colin and me before. It was through him that I had heard about Miles and Travis playing together. Quinn, though, I knew nothing about. If he were as open and adventurous as the others, this room might be a very exciting place at night. Miles, wearing only a towel, opened the door. His blond hair was wet and plastered to his head. Water flowed down his chest and over his abs, following his treasure trail down to the top of the towel, where I could see the top of his dark blond pubes sticking out. He gave me a quick head-nod to say hello. "Good, you're up," I said. "What about the others?" "Quinn's in the shower now and Peter and Troy are waiting their turn," Miles responded. "Nice," I said approvingly. "Glad you guys are on top of things." "That we are," Miles said. As I turned to leave, he added, "That's a good look for you, Mr. A." "What?" He grinned at me. "The shirtless, swinging beef look. It really works for you." I grinned back. "Thanks. It's pretty popular." I walked down the hall in the direction of Mitchell's room. "That's all the rooms," Grayson said gruffly. He was coming from Mitchell's room. At this point, some of the guys were leaving their rooms for breakfast, fully dressed and ready to play. I returned to my room in order to shower. I stood in the shower with my eyes closed, letting the steady stream of hot water wash over my head. I grabbed the complimentary soap and lathered up my body, starting with my broad shoulders. I moved down to my arms, coating first my left biceps and then lifting my arm to cleanse my underarm. I worked the soap into the valley of my armpit, washing my pit hair thoroughly. Then I switched sides, giving the same treatment to my right arm, before moving to my expansive chest. First my left pec, then my right, rubbing my hands and the soap over my hardened nipples. My endowment hung lower than usual, loosened and lengthened by the heat. I soaped up my pubes and lathered up my limp cock and sagging ball sac, pulling down on them with my suds-covered hands. My cock chubbed a bit, gaining girth and length. I slid my hand down the length of it again, squeezing from the base to the tip. I got harder. As I did this, I began to wonder what might have gone on in the boys' rooms the night before. What were they doing while I was feeding my cock to Aaron? Had Todd put on another display of his abilities for his roommates? Had Paden showed off his huge, 16-year-old cock? Did Marcus and Evan do more than share a bed? What exactly were Miles and Peter into? And did Quinn enjoy it also? Was there any fun for Mitchell in the room of freshmen that he didn't know well? I thought about each of these rooms in turn, imagining a circle jerk with Paden, Todd, Grant, and Chaz. Grant was enthralled by the size of Paden's cock, and both Grant and Chaz had marveled at the copious (and far-flung) cumshot that Todd had produced. My cock was completely hard now, throbbing and wet. I started stroking it with both hands, sliding my right hand down the length of it from the base to the tip, and then following with my left hand, milking my huge, distended piece of Italian meat. My mind turned to Marcus and Evan, thinking about the two sleeping together in the bed, grinding against each other. Cock to cock, they would thrust their muscled, jock-teen bodies together until they unloaded. On the other bed, Travis and Lyle would have been exchanging blowjobs, each one eagerly sucking the other's dick, wishing I was there to feed and fuck them. I stroked harder, imagining the two freshmen working my cock at the same time, one mouth on each side, both tongues repeatedly painting the swollen, veined surface of my meat. I placed my left hand at the base of my cock with two fingers on each side of the wide shaft, pushing down on my ball sac, which had begun to tighten and draw closer to my body despite the steam. With my right hand, I focused only on the head of my dick, rubbing and twisting my wet palm around the tip. Again and again I rubbed the palm of my hand around and over the leaking, swollen tip of my dick. I squeezed the corona of my glans tight, teasing it with my thumb. My dick twitched and throbbed, and I shuddered, involuntarily letting out a low moan. What about Peter and Miles, I wondered? Miles was a hot guy, without a doubt. And Peter was one of the most ripped guys we had. He had participated in competitive gymnastics up until this year, so it wasn't surprising that he was so built. Had they done anything that night? Did they convince Quinn to participate? What were these guys into? I stroked the full length of my cock with my right hand. My fist glided quickly and easily up and down the wet, slick shaft of my meat. My balls were tight at the base. I stared at my cock as I stroked and fantasized about my team. And then there was Mitchell's room, a room full of freshmen, a room full of guys that I didn't know much about sexually. I knew that Mitchell had a severe man-crush on and case of hero-worship for Paden, but was it more than that? They had spent a lot of time together over Winter Break. Had they done more than play soccer? And the other three guys. I knew really nothing about them, never really having spoken to any of them. Ottavio was brand new, Shane was shy, and Danny was a bit aloof. Had they all gotten to know each other a little better the night before? I closed my eyes and imagined Mitchell on his knees. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes. I could see his mouth opened wide, waiting for cock. His golden brown hair was barely visible on his dark skin. Mitchell's mouth gaped open as my large, fat prick came toward it. The boy had an accommodating mouth, perfect dick-sucking lips, and a long tongue. He was definitely built for sucking dick. A mouth as big as his could easily take in the fattest cock. I groaned loudly, imagining Mitchell dutifully working my cock, sucking and stroking it. My orgasm was building; I pushed down on my balls, sending a shiver up my spine. I felt my piss slit gape open and the first thick gob of cum blasted out of my dick against the wall of the shower. My knees were weak, and I bent them involuntarily. My legs shook. I kept stroking; more and more cum rocketed from my dick as I unloaded my fat balls in the shower. My orgasm weakened, and I milked the last drops of cum from my tube, squeezing the shaft tightly from the base to the tip. A fat, white drop of cum spilled from the tip. I sighed deeply and shook my cock clean. Having recovered my senses, I finished washing and got out to get dressed. I was going to have to skip breakfast, as I was nearly late for the bus as it was. I quickly dressed and headed down to the bus. "Shit, where've you been?" Aaron asked when I appeared in the lobby. "Sorry," I said. "I got distracted." "I was afraid you weren't going to make it. The guys are already on the bus, and my dad's ready to go." "Chill out," I said. "I'm on time, not late. We can leave now." Aaron and I boarded the bus. "It's about time, Mr. A," came some shouts from the bus. "Yeah, yeah," I said, making eye contact with Paden and Miles. Mitchell was sitting next to Paden, and Miles was sitting by his brother. I took my seat near the front, and we were off. The JV and Varsity teams would be playing on different fields, and the bus was scheduled to drop off Varsity first. As the boys exited, we shouted words of encouragement and slapped hands and gave high fives as they passed. I clasped Paden's hand when he passed and pulled him in for a chest bump. "Do it big, man," I said. "I always do," he said with a grin. I patted him on the back, and he was off. "Good luck," Miles said as he passed. "Make me brother work hard out there." I laughed. "Don't worry; I will. You just focus on guarding the goal." "No balls get by me except the ones I want," Miles replied with a wink, heading down the stairs. "He's not lying," Troy added as he passed. After the Varsity guys were off, we headed to the field where JV would play. We easily won our morning game and came out on top in our afternoon game thanks to a corner kick and sloppy defense late in the game. After some quick celebration involving a lot of back-patting, butt-slapping, and general exuberance of the sort only a team of teenage jocks can muster in a tight group, we boarded the bus to pick up the Varsity boys. JV would be playing in the quarterfinals the next day, and if we won, it was on to the semis in the afternoon. We hadn't heard yet from any one on Varsity, so we didn't know how they had fared. As we pulled up to the field, it immediately became clear that things had gone well for them as well. The bus was filled with a cacophony of shouts, hoots, and hollers as the boys boarded and all began talking eagerly about their games. As it turned out, Varsity had mercy-ruled the first team that they played that day, so they went into the second game rested and pumped. It was obvious at the half that their second opponent had a much better defense than offense, so we had been able to hold them scoreless while scoring one goal ourselves. Both teams would play the quarterfinals tomorrow morning. Even Grayson seemed pleased. Back at the hotel, we gave the boys the usual 11 p.m. curfew and let them loose. Some went to shower first, others went off to an early dinner. The other adults and I sat in the lobby talking and joking, watching the news. Occasionally, we'd see the guys go running past. I was a little surprised when Paden got off the elevator shirtless wearing only his board shorts. He was followed by Mitchell, similarly dressed, as well as Todd, Miles, and Travis. Paden had the best body of the group, although Miles wasn't far behind. Todd was fairly skinny, lean and muscular, while Mitchell and Travis still looked young. Paden's chest was well built, his pecs were meaty and topped with small, brown nipples. His stomach was flat with the faint outlines of a six-pack. Paden's upper body was smooth except for his dark, treasure trail leading the way from his navel to his curly pubes and oversized teenage dick. His hairy legs were strong, with very large quads and calves. Miles was hairier than Paden, although like Mitchell he had the benefit of light colored body hair, so the dusting of dark blond hair on his chest and stomach didn't take away from his overall appearance. Miles wasn't as tanned as Mitchell, so his hair did not blend as well with this skin tone. Although Miles was a year older than Paden, side-by-side it looked like Paden was the same age, if not older. Mitchell and Travis, meanwhile, were almost entirely smooth. Travis had very little hair on his arms and legs and none on his body. A small, dark trail of pubes started just below his navel. Mitchell's arms and legs were covered with thin, golden blond hair that blended with his tanned skin to make him look almost hairless. Both boys had fairly narrow chests and small arms. Travis, having played soccer longer than Mitchell, had much stronger legs than the shaggy-blond boy. The skin tone and hair color of the two contrasted nicely. While Mitchell was tanned with golden blond hair, Travis was pale with dark hair. All of the boys were dressed in board shorts and had towels flung over their shoulders. I waved at them and walked over. "You guys aren't seriously going to the pool, are you?" I asked. "Why not?" Paden said. "It's not that cold outside." Admittedly, the weather had been in the mid- to high 70s, which was warm for January, even in Florida (at least where we were). "Okay, it's not THAT cold outside," I agreed, "but it's still too cold to swim. I bet the water's freezing." "Nah, it's probably a heated pool," Miles said. "Don't count on it," I countered. "Most places don't do that. Did you ask?" Miles and Paden shook their heads. "Try it out. I bet you'll notice some major shrinkage." "I think we can handle the shrinkage factor," Miles said. "And still be bigger than average," Paden added with a grin. Mitchell blushed. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy the frozen nads," I said. "You sure you don't want to join us?" Miles asked as I began to turn away. "No thanks," I answered. "I don't know if I can handle the shrinkage factor." "Oh yeah right," Travis and Mitchell said simultaneously. It was the first thing either of them had said. I locked my eyes on Mitchell's. He blushed again and averted his eyes. It was obvious how Travis knew about my gift, but Mitchell had never even remotely showed interest in that sort of thing and hadn't even seemed to have noticed me during my exhibitions in the locker-room. "I might hit the sauna later, though," I said. "Oh yeah?" Paden said. "We might check that out, too." I shook my head. "Nope. Gotta be 18," I said with a wink. "Sorry, guys." I hung out with Grayson, Aaron, and the other adults a big longer. At about 9:30, they began heading back to their rooms. "I think I am going to hit the sauna," I said to Aaron, after the others had gone. "Mind if I join you?" Aaron asked. "Although, I doubt this is the naked kind of sauna," he said. "Being a hotel and all." I grinned. "But if no one's around?" We stood up and started towards the elevator, so that we could change into our shorts. After changing, I met Aaron at the elevator. Each of us was shirtless with a towel draped over our shoulders. Aaron's shorts already looked a bit tented, while mine showed a clear outline of my cock tube down my left thigh. We walked silently passed the pool, where we saw the boys from earlier splashing around and laughing. I paused briefly and watched Paden launch himself onto Mitchell, pushing the smaller guy under the water. Mitchell came up, sputtering and spitting out water. Paden looked up and saw me watching them. He smiled widely, and Mitchell threw himself onto Paden's back while the soccer stud was distracted. Aaron and I entered the sauna. The heat and steam of the room was oppressive, as expected. No one was around, so Aaron and I took off our shorts and threw them on the bench. Then, I sat down with my legs spread. My soft cock and wrinkled nut sac sagged against the bench. Aaron sat opposite me. The two of us sat silently, enjoying the heat. I liked saunas and steam rooms. I found the heat relaxing and cleansing. I leaned back against the wall with my eyes closed. The skin of my cock and sac loosened in the heat and soon, I was hanging even longer than usual. I opened my eyes and looked over at Aaron. He was staring at me; his dick was completely hard, rising up against his flat stomach. Thanks to the heat, my soft dick was as big as Aaron's hard. I smiled at him and pulled lightly on my floppy cock, causing it to swell and harden. I then reached under my balls and held them up from underneath. They drooped heavily on my hand. Aaron grabbed his dick and gave it a quick stroke. I met his gaze and gave a quick jerk of my head, indicating to him that he should move closer. Aaron crossed the small room and sat down next to me. At once, he reached out and grabbed the soft tube of my cock. He squeezed it hard and started stroking it, his hand sliding easily up and down the sweaty, floppy hose. Soon, my dick widened and stiffened, until it reached its full, fat length. Aaron gripped my broad cockhead and squeezed, running his fingers all around it. I moaned and leaned back again. Without warning, Aaron dropped to his knees between my legs. I scooted to the edge of the bench, so that my balls hung down in front of him. Aaron bent down and swabbed his tongue on each fat egg, sucking first the left and then the right into his mouth. Coming up from underneath, my sac sagged heavily on his face, and he eagerly sucked the loose, wrinkly skin into his mouth. He buried his face in my pouch, hungrily sucking and slurping on my cum tanks. He pressed his thumb against my prostate, between my sac and ass, which caused me to moan again and made my dick go very rigid. While he worked my balls with his mouth and tongue, I lazily stroked my cock. The moisture of the sauna had made my cock very slick, as if covered with lube, so my hand slid easily up and down the length of it. Aaron's work on my balls and prostate had caused precum to flow freely from my piss slit, and soon my cock was covered with a sticky film of man-lube in addition to the sauna's moisture. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Aaron and I both sat up quickly and reached for our towels, not that either of us would really be able to hide our hard-ons. The door opened as I brought my towel to my lap. Aaron had stood up and was holding his towel in front of him. The door opened, and Paden walked in. Paden grinned. "I thought it might be more interesting in here than in the pool." "What the fuck, Paden?" I asked, putting my towel aside, no longer concerned about hiding my dick. "What if the others come over here?" "Don't worry about it. They've already headed up to get ready for bed," he answered. "Wait? What?" Aaron asked, clearly confused. He still held his towel in front of him. Paden was rubbing his dick through his board shorts, now. "I thought there might be some fun being had in here," Paden said. "I wanted to join in, maybe get inside someone." "Seriously?" Aaron said. "But?" "Paden and I have done more than jerk off on your clothes," I explained. "We've done many things with many different people." Aaron's confusion began to clear as he thought about what I said. "So you know these guys better than I realized." I nodded. "Some of them, not all. What I don't know, though, is why Paden thought there might be something going on in here." "Well," Paden said, "you had sort of alluded to 'things' happening with Aaron, but more than that, last night I snuck out of my room and was heading towards Mitchell's when I saw Aaron leaving your room." I grinned. "With his face covered in cum." "That's right," Paden said. "I saw his glazed face and knew that only one man could have done it. I didn't know you sucked cock, Aaron." "I don't," Aaron said defensively. "Well, I didn't use to. And it's only Alex's. Not any one else's." "Really?" Paden said, gripping his crotch. Rivulets of sweat and water cascaded down his chest. Aaron nodded and swallowed. "Really." His answer lacked conviction. Paden undid the Velcro on his shorts and let them fall. His semi-hard cock flopped out. "I see the shrinkage wasn't a problem," I said jokingly. Paden grinned at me. "The heat in here helps." His balls did indeed sag more than usual, and his cock slanted to the left. I got up and stood next to Paden, facing Aaron. He looked back and forth between us. "You guys are a lot alike," Aaron said. He had dropped his towel. His cock remained hard. "Yeah, we kind of are," I said, putting my hand around Paden's thin waist, pulling him close to me. We were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, with our arms around each other's waist. My dick had lost some of its turgidity, and it drooped to the left, much like Paden's. Aaron sunk to his knees in front of us and began groping our semi-hard cocks. He leaned back to look at them as he stroked, pulling on each long monster dick. Soon, we were both completely hard. I was still bigger than Paden, although he was getting close to me in length. Aaron continued stroking both of our dicks. "I can't believe you're only 16," Aaron breathed, gazing at Paden's massive jock cock. "You're bigger than I am. Almost bigger than Alex. Shit." Paden grinned and rubbed his cock head on Aaron's face. Then, both of us took our dicks and pushed them towards Aaron's mouth. Aaron opened his mouth wide, but couldn't take them both at the same time. He pushed our swollen heads together. I looked down; my cockhead was about half an inch wider than Paden's. Aaron stuck out his tongue and licked and slathered both of our dick heads. Precum oozed from mine and mixed with Aaron's spit on Paden's sensitive head. Aaron took my cock head into his mouth, and then pulled off and took in Paden's. The young coach switched back and forth between the teenage jock cock and my fat Italian meat, popping his mouth on first one and then the other. Aaron tried to go all the way down on me, but couldn't in the position he was in. He tried the same with Paden. Although he went deeper on the teenager, he still couldn't take him all. "Remember to breathe through your nose," I instructed him, pushing my dick against the back of his throat. "And don't be afraid to choke." He gagged and sputtered, trying to push me away. "Don't be afraid to choke," Paden reiterated. "It makes me throb even more when I hear you gag." Paden thrust his dick into Aaron's throat. The coach gagged. Paden held both hands on the back of his head. "Just like that," the jock muttered. "You know what Aaron's never done before?" I said to Paden. "What's that?" Paden asked. Aaron was back on my dick now, using his mouth and right hand on me while stroking Paden with his left hand. "Well, Aaron loves to see my fat cock split open tight holes." Aaron pulled off of me and looked up, eyes wide. Paden hit Aaron's cheek with his dick and then slid it between the coach's lips. "But he's never taken it himself." "That doesn't seem fair," Paden grunted, pushing his dick in and out of Aaron's mouth. "I agree," I said. Aaron pulled off of Paden and looked up at both of us. "No, I can't," he said. "I really don't think I can." "Sure you can," Paden said. "I've seen it happen before." "It's too big," Aaron said, caressing my thick dick. "That's why Paden's going to fuck you first," I explained. "Loosen you up." Paden grinned. "How's that?" I asked with a quick slap of my dick on Aaron's face. He whimpered and hung his head. I sat down on the bench again with my legs spread. Aaron got between my legs and started licking my dick. "Ass up," Paden said, coming up behind Aaron. Aaron raised his ass. Paden slid his long teen prick up and down the crack of Aaron's ass. "Good thing there's so much steam in here," Paden said. "It's like he's lubed already." Paden pushed the tip of his cockhead against Aaron's puckered hole. Aaron tensed up. "Relax," Paden said, running his fingers along the older man's spine. I caught Paden's gaze. I nodded at him and inserted my cock into Aaron's mouth to gag him. Paden pushed forward, breaking through the tight, muscular ring of Aaron's ass. Aaron tried to yell, but it was difficult with his mouth stuffed with my cock. He whimpered. Paden stood there with his cockhead and about an inch of his 8.5" prick just inside the sphincter of his coach's ass. "Relax, Aaron," I said. My cock was inside his mouth, but he hadn't moved since Paden entered him. I grabbed his hair and started easing him up and down on my shaft, hoping to distract him. Paden reached around and pulled on Aaron's cock. He had gone soft. Gently rotating his hips, Paden worked to loosen Aaron's hole. Soon, Aaron was back to sucking my dick without my encouragement. Paden pushed in a little deeper. Aaron whimpered and held his breath. "Breathe," I whispered. He let out his breath and continued up and down on my dick. Paden went deeper, raising himself up a bit to give his cock a downward angle into his coach's hole. This time, Paden hit Aaron's prostate, and he moaned loudly. I grinned at Paden. "Good job, man," I said. The teen smiled broadly at me. "I learned from the best." I stood up and put one foot up on the bench to steady myself and give myself better leverage into Aaron's throat. The teenage jock and I now started working Aaron from both sides. We fucked him in unison, pushing our dicks into his two holes. He continued to gag each time he pushed into his throat. He wasn't going all the way down like he had done the night before, but I didn't care. I'd be tearing up his near-virgin hole in no time. Paden was no longer stroking Aaron's cock. Instead, he had both strong hands on the coach's hips and was repeatedly pulling the virgin ass back onto his huge prong. Paden's balls slapped loudly against Aaron's thighs and ass. Paden, a 16-year-old high school soccer jock, had just taken the cherry of his 20-something coach. I thrust in and out of Aaron's mouth, my balls swinging up to hit his chin. Paden's eyes and mine locked on each other. We used Aaron's mouth and ass, grunting and staring at each other. My hands gripped Aaron's head, and Paden's gripped Aaron's ass. Our biceps stood out, flexed as we fucked. Sweat was dripping down our bodies. We didn't take our eyes off of each other. It was like we were each putting on a show for the other, demonstrating how we used our extra-large dicks on a willing hole. The hole didn't even matter. We were two studs showing off, two bulls breeding one cow. Paden was getting close to cumming. "Oh fuck," he muttered, pushing down on Aaron's back, causing the coach's ass to push up against his jock cock. He pounded harder. I pulled out of Aaron's mouth and stroked my cock in front of his face. I whipped his smooth face with my massive, swollen prick. Aaron whimpered and moaned. Paden was going deeper and harder, focused entirely on his own dick. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. "Cum inside him, Paden," I said. "Sloppy seconds will make it easier for me to fuck that hole." "You want my cum in you?" Paden grunted at Aaron. Aaron didn't answer. "Do it, Paden," I said. I loved the idea of using Paden's sperm as lube to fuck Aaron's tight hole. With one final deep thrust, Paden came inside Aaron's ass. He grunted in time with each spurt of cum from his dick. "Fuuuuuck," he said. He was buried balls deep inside Aaron's ass, his tight hips against Aaron's rounded cheeks. I watched as Paden's muscles relaxed and caught his breath. "Whew," he said, grinning broadly and slowly pulling out of Aaron's ass. "That's my boy," I said. Aaron didn't move. Paden grabbed a towel and cleaned his cock. My hard dick had rested heavily against Aaron's face, dripping and oozing on it, while Paden finished with the young man's ass. Aaron remained kneeling. "Your turn, Mr. A," Paden said, tossing the towel aside. His cock was still semi-hard. "Enjoy my sloppy seconds." I stood up and took Paden's place behind Aaron. Paden sat down in front of Aaron. Paden waved his chubbed up meat at Aaron. Aaron reluctantly opened his mouth and began nursing the teen's cock back to full size. I pushed my wide, flat cockhead against Aaron's hole. His freshly fucked hole remained loose, but hadn't been opened enough by Paden's thinner dick. With one hand, I held my leaky dickhead against his manhole. With the other, I pulled his right ass cheek apart and pushed two fingers into his hole. He whimpered. I kept up the pressure of my dick head and the easy insertion of my fingers into his hole. Soon, his hole relaxed enough that my cockhead slid inside. I moaned loudly as I felt his sphincter close tightly on me, holding the corona ridge of my glans inside. I closed my eyes. Aaron was breathing heavily. Paden was now fully hard again and was standing, stroking his cock. Aaron's head was down, and he was breathing heavily, teeth clenched as he adjusted to me. Paden watched as my cock split his coach's hole, eagerly stroking his dick. I pushed forward. Aaron slapped the floor. I paused again. I felt his hole loosen a little, and I pushed deeper inside. I had about 5 inches inside of Aaron. I angled my hips as Paden had done earlier, aiming my cockhead at Aaron's prostate. From the outside, I reached down to prod Aaron's g-spot while my cockhead, wide and heavy slid over it from the inside. Aaron moaned loudly. "That's it, Mr. A," Paden whispered huskily. "Hit him in the right spot." I could feel Paden's sticky, thick cum surrounding my cock. I throbbed harder and made my cock twitch inside Aaron's hole. My dick jumped and thumped back down on Aaron's prostate like a drum. I slid back out and then pushed myself back in, making sure that my cockhead hit Aaron's prostate each time. Each time I re-entered Aaron's freshly fucked hole, I went a little deeper, until I was almost completely buried inside of him. My fat cock fully filled his hole and put constant pressure on his tight prostate. Aaron was hard again. I reached down and stroked him, pulling on his cock while I drilled his hole. His ass twitched and gripped my cock hard. Paden was feeding his cock to Aaron. In unison, we again hit the coach in both holes. This time, my huge Italian prong was in the ass while Paden's massive teen prick caused him to gag. I let go of Aaron's cock and gripped his hips tightly, pulling him back onto me, just as Paden had done earlier. Paden followed my lead and grabbed Aaron's head. We both thrust in and out of our respective holes, using Aaron from both ends. An unending series of moans and whimpers escaped Aaron's mouth. The combination of the sauna and the exertion had caused us all to sweat even more than usual. Paden's smooth, muscular body glistened in the light. I watched his abs and pecs flex as he punched his dick into Aaron's mouth. My own body was covered with sweat and water, running in rivers down the ridges of my abs. Sweat dripped down my neck, and drops fell from my nose. I was getting close to cumming. I kept up my assault on Aaron's ass as I felt my load building. I pushed all the way into him and made my dick twitch and swell, stretching his hole. Then I'd pull out until just the head remained inside, gripped tightly by his hole, and go back in. I hit his prostate with quick, jackhammer strokes, leaving half of my cock outside of his sweaty, muscular body. Paden continued feeding his dick to Aaron, who was now taking the whole thing without choking. Paden timed his thrusts so that every time I hit Aaron's prostate, his own cock was buried in Aaron's throat. Every time I hit his g-spot, he moaned, and his throat vibrated on the teen's dick. "I'm gonna cum," Paden said suddenly. "Feed him," I grunted. "Cum down his throat." Paden held Aaron's head in his crotch. The boy's moans and slight jerks of his hips told me he was indeed unloading inside Aaron's mouth. I watched his body shudder as he emptied his fat balls. Aaron gagged and pulled back. Cum oozed out of his mouth and the last two shots of Paden's orgasm ended up Aaron's cheeks and chin. I felt Aaron's ass repeatedly grip and release my dick, and I knew that he was unloading on the sauna's floor. With one last deep thrust into his hole, I threw my head back and began to unload. My cum spurted inside Aaron, coating his insides. My cock twitched with each blast, filling Aaron's newly popped cherry, mixing my seed with Paden's. Ten twitches of my cock, ten thick jets of cum. I pulled out and flopped my dick on Aaron's back. My cock continued to ooze cum, like a hose that hasn't been completely turned off. A puddle of thick cream gathered on Aaron's back. As my cock softened, I stepped back. Aaron's hole was gaping open, and I could see cum pooled just inside the hole. I looked up at Paden, who was standing with his soft cock in his hand, using it to smear his cum on Aaron's face. He smiled at me, and I winked at him. "Careful when you move, Aaron," I said. "You're gonna leak all over everything." Paden laughed. "That was fucking hot," he said. "How'd you like it, Aaron?" Aaron looked down at the floor, as if embarrassed. "I can't believe I let you guys do that." I replied, "Now you know how all those girls feel. It's only fair, right?" "Yeah," Paden agreed. "Even I've felt it before." "Really?" Aaron asked, surprised. "I told Paden that he should know what it feels like before he goes around using his monster on people," I explained. "I don't think I enjoyed quite as much as you did, though," Paden said to Aaron. "I'm pretty sure I didn't cum without touching myself." I laughed. "I'm pretty sure that I made you cum without touching yourself." "Shut up," Paden said jokingly. "I hate you." "Your girlfriend loves me, though," I said with a wink. "That she does," he agreed. I looked at Aaron. He was surprised to hear this exchange, but I didn't bother to elaborate. "We should get going," I said. "It's probably near curfew, if not past." "Yeah, we wouldn't want to have people freak out and come looking for me," Paden agreed. "You ready, Aaron?" I asked. He stood up slowly, clenching his cheeks together. "Fuck," he said. "I'm gonna be walking funny." We all wiped ourselves with the towels we had brought and pulled on our shorts. "Ugh," Aaron said. "I can feel it leaking out. It's going to be running down my thighs by the time I get back to the room!" "Probably," Paden said with a laugh. "Good luck explaining that one!" "Oh well," I said, laughing along with Paden. Aaron wrapped his towel around his waist, hoping that it was long enough to cover any errant streams of cum. Paden and I walked out of the sauna first, towels over our shoulders, now flaccid cocks hanging down the left legs of our shorts. Aaron followed. We rode the elevator in silence. Aaron seemed to have accepted what had happened and was okay with it. I didn't know what that might mean for the future. Would he be averse to doing it again? Would he want it more? There had to be some level of humiliation, not only because he had let himself get fucked, even though he was "straight," but also because he had been fucked by a 16-year-old with a bigger dick than his own. I'd have to wait to see how this changed our relationship, if at all. We reached my room first, and I inserted the key card into the lock and pushed the door open. "You have your own room, right, Mr. A?" Paden asked as I stepped inside. "Yep," I said. "Maybe we could use it for a group meeting?" Paden asked with a huge grin. "What group?" I asked, grinning back. "Let me take care of that," Paden answered. "It'll be a good group." "Sounds good to me. See you guys in the morning," I said, shutting the door and heading to bed. ******************* 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. 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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