Date: Sun, 09 Nov 2003 09:06:41 -0500 From: alessandro abbondanti Subject: mr. a and his boys: paden This is my first time submitting a story, although I've been writing these kinds of stories since I was about 13 (I'm 25 now). I hope that you enjoy it. Feedback is welcome, but please be constructive in your criticism. Comments like "You suck" (however true that might be) don't help me improve. Feel free to e-mail me, particularly if you enjoyed and/or got off on the story. (How many times? ;) Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex between an adult and a teenage male. All roles, however, are played by people aged 18 and over. 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'm 25-years-old and in my second year as a teacher at a high school of about 1800 students in a mid-sized city in Florida. I'm full-blooded Italian, both sets of grandparents having been born in northern Italy, so I've grown up with a strong sense of my Italian heritage. Of course, with a name like Alessandro Abbondanti, there wasn't much chance of me getting away from it. When I was a baby, my parents started calling me Grosso, which means fat, because I was a rather large baby and stayed that way until I was about 11 or 12, when I started working out, grew a few inches, and got rid of my baby fat. Now, I work out 5 times a week and come in at about 5'10", 170 lbs with dark brown hair and eyes. I'm lucky in that because of my Northern Italian heritage, I avoided the...uh...body hair problems of my Southern Italian brethren, so I'm also pretty smooth. As for the Grosso nickname, it faded from use by my family, although my sexual partners over the years would argue that it still holds true, just in a different way. Growing up, I never considered myself gay or even bisexual, although I did have several experiences with other guys, beginning with my cousin at the age of 13. These experiences only involved jerking off together or me receiving a blowjob. It never occurred to me that this was in any way gay, since it resulted in me getting off and not having to do anything in return. My attitude changed in college, however, after I fucked my first guy. I enjoyed (and still do) sex with women and eventually I will end up married with children, of that I have no doubt, but after fucking a guy for the first time, I thought that perhaps I might be just a little bi. It hit me for the first time that I liked watching another guy cum, and I liked being the direct cause of it. I continued experimenting with this guy, eventually giving my first blowjob and getting fucked for the first time. Bottoming was not for me, I decided, but I did enjoy sucking dick (as long as I didn't have to swallow!). But those are stories for another time. Here, I want to talk about some experiences I've had as a high school teacher. The idea of sexual contact with a teenager hadn't occurred to me at all since I was myself a teenager, until I began my job as a high school teacher, and the first time the thought entered my mind, I was indeed surprised. My friends had teased me about the hot Florida girls getting to me, but I knew that wouldn't be a problem. The idea of hitting underage pussy didn't appeal to me at all; it seemed really perverse and wrong (even if some of the girls did dress like sluts). Then I began meeting my classes, and I realized that while I noticed the attractive girls, I took more notice of the attractive guys. Not a big deal initially, as I had already accepted the fact that I liked both guys and girls, but it became a big deal when I realized that while I noticed the attractive girls, I didn't want to do anything with them, but the guys...that was another story. I immediately became the "cool" teacher. It helped that I'm significantly younger than most of the other teachers in my department and that I'm rather attractive (one student commented that I resembled Dean Cain, only hotter). We listened to the same music and watched the same movies and TV shows; they felt comfortable with me. There were some kids with whom I had a stronger connection, and they would often drop by just to say hey and chat before or after school or hang out at my desk when there was some down time at the end of class. Sometimes they'd ask me to attend their parties, but of course I'd say no. I had no problem hanging out with them and chatting in school; I liked them, they liked me. Some of the other students felt left out, however, and they began referring to these kids as "Mr. A's Boys" and "Mr. A's Girls". It became a running joke; they talked about making t-shirts and starting a club. I just laughed it off, but I tried to make sure that I treated everyone equally, and was often harder on my "boys and girls" than on the others. Things were going well, except there were a couple of students that I couldn't get off my mind: Colin and Paden. Colin and Paden were best friends, or so Colin made known to me on the very first day of class. They sat next to each other in my class and apparently did so in the other classes that they had together as well. I had no problem with it; they were both excellent students and worked well together. Colin was incredibly cute, both in appearance and personality, an extremely smart and funny guy. Paden, however, was simply hot. At the age of 14, he was already about 6' tall with curly brown hair and green eyes. He played soccer, and (eventually) was the only freshman to make it on the varsity soccer team. One thing I noticed about Paden was the bulge in his cargo shorts. Being a rather large guy myself (fully hard, I'm about 9.5" long and 7.5" around--hence the reason I still consider myself Grosso), I had started taking notice of other guys' endowments in high school. I liked to compare, and enjoyed being bigger. It gave me a sense of control and dominance over other guys, but I digress. Paden's bulge was noticeable, and that impressed me. I began to wonder what he was packing. As large as I am now, I don't think that I bulged like that when I was 14. Paden and Colin's relationship was very interesting. Paden seemed completely straight while Colin was more questionable. He didn't mind acting gay and didn't react negatively when others called him gay. Instead, he seemed to feed off it and do even more to draw attention to it. On Valentine's Day, I was teaching them about the history of the holiday, and equating it with the Roman holiday Lupercalia (being Italian, I had been "encouraged" by my family to take Italian and Latin in high school and college and learned quite a bit about the Romans). At the Lupercalia, boys would get naked and run around whipping girls with goatskin whips in order to make the girls fertile. Colin commented, "Hey Paden, remember that time you were whipping me in the locker room after soccer? You were naked, I remember that part!" Paden blushed and shook his head. I laughed, but I was thinking, "I'd like to see that." One Friday night, I was at a restaurant having dinner with my friends when I saw Paden walking towards the restroom; he hadn't seen me. Without even thinking, I excused myself and headed towards the restroom. I walked in and up to a urinal, pretending not to notice there was anyone next to me. Paden was pissing with his head back a little, eyes closed. I pulled out my cock, impressive even soft, hanging about 5" and still thick. I was even a little larger than usual, having chubbed up at the thought of finally seeing Paden's endowment. I started pissing, turned slightly to the right and pretended to notice for the first time that Paden was there. I said in my best "shocked" voice, "Paden?" He looked over at me, no doubt surprised not only at my being there but also by the fact that I was talking to him while we were both standing at a urinal. "Oh, hey, Mr. A," he responded, looking over at me. "How you doing?" I asked, as I looked down to shake the last drops of piss from my cockhead. Did his eyes drop down when he noticed the movement? I could swear that I saw him out of the corner of my eye. "Good," he said, shaking his as I had just done mine. "Just having dinner with my family." With his eyes focused on his own dick, it was my chance to steal a glance. Definitely big, close to mine in length, although noticeably thinner. Not bad for age 15, which he had turned 2 months earlier. "Same here," I said. By this time, we had both safely stowed away our dicks and walked over to the sinks to wash our hands. "Well, my friends, not my family." "Cool," he said, as we walked to the door. I opened it. "Nice seeing you, man," I said, and meant it sincerely. "Yeah, same here," he responded with a wink. He had a sly grin on his face as he walked away. It all happened very quickly, but it seemed to take forever, and it was a very important exchange. I wondered what the wink meant. Nothing unusual happened in school, except Paden was more talkative and outgoing than usual, chatting with me before and after class. (Although I considered him one of my boys, because we got along well and joked in class, he was usually very quiet and less likely than some of the others to come up just to chat.) Then one day, just before Spring Break, I was at school late getting grades finished for the 3rd quarter. I was sitting in my office when I heard the door to my classroom open and close. It was late, about 5 o'clock, so I assumed it was a custodian. Then, I heard a knock on my office door. I looked up; it was Paden, still in his soccer gear. "Hey, Paden, what's up?" I said, motioning for him to come in and sit down. He looked like he really had something to say. He sat, and I took notice, as always, of the bulge, which looked especially nice in his Umbros. "Can I talk to you about something?" he asked. "Sure, go right ahead," I said, turning my chair to face him. "Well," he began, and paused, looking at me intently. "Promise you won't freak out or anything." "I promise," I said, smiling. "You know Colin and me are like best friends, right? Well, we've been... doing stuff together for a couple years now..." he trailed off, waiting for my reaction. I simply nodded. "I never thought anything of it, you know, 'cause everything I heard said it was normal, that all boys 'experiment' or whatever you wanna call it." I nodded again. "And I've only ever done stuff with a couple buds, and mostly with Colin. It was just us, two buds fucking around. But now...I don't know." He looked at me, gauging my reaction. "Paden," I said, "don't worry about it. It's true. A lot of boys experiment when they're younger." He looked relieved. "So...you've done things with other dudes?" he asked hopefully. "And you're not, you know, gay?" I laughed. "I've had some experiences, and no, Paden, I'm not gay. Far from it. I like pussy as much as the next guy." He laughed with me, now, enjoying my crude language, which they never heard from teachers. He looked at me for a moment, then said, "One more thing, Mr. A." "What's that?" "At the restaurant that night, I checked out your dick." He blushed, which made him look even sexier than usual. I feigned a look of surprise, but chuckled and said, "So what? It happens at urinals all the time." "I was just wondering if," he paused, "well, if you had the same problem down there as I have. I kinda thought you might when I first saw you at the beginning of the year." "What are you talking about? There's no problem in my pants." "I'm a big boy, Mr. A.," Paden said, "and sometimes it's really annoying, and I thought maybe you were too, and I had to check when you were right there." Things had suddenly turned in a direction that I hadn't really expected, and even though I knew that I needed to stop the conversation, I couldn't help myself. I stood up suddenly, startling Paden, and shut the door to my office. I walked back over to him and said, "Well, what'd you think?" I asked, looking down at him. He looked up at me, the hottest he's ever looked, and said, "I think that you're a big boy, too. Really big." My dick had begun to swell as soon as he mentioned the night in the restroom, remembering my own glances at his soft, pissing cock. He stood up, and I noticed that his Umbros were slightly tented. I looked into his eyes. For the first time, I noticed his smell. He had just come from soccer practice. He smelled of sweat and grass and heat, the scents that combine to form the perfect scent of a teenage boy. My dick swelled even more. I knew that I should stop things before they went to the next step, but I couldn't. I had seen him soft, now I wanted to see him hard, and knowing that he wanted to see me, too, made me even hotter. He groped his crotch, pulling on his dick through the thin material of his soccer shorts. Without realizing it, my hands went down to my own crotch and began opening my zipper. My tented boxerbriefs poked through the fly. He reached out and touched my crotch as we moved together and kissed. Our lips touched, tongues sliding over each other. I pushed mine into his mouth as I ground my crotch into his palm. I pulled away from the kiss and took off his shirt. He helped me with mine. He gasped when he saw my body. "Holy shit, Mr. A.," he breathed as he rubbed his hands over my hard pecs and down my six pack. He started kissing my chest, sucking on my nipples. I applied slight pressure to his shoulders, pushing him down to the ground. He slowly sank to his knees, worshipping my torso on his way down, kissing each of my ab muscles as he dropped. He pulled my pants down, and I stood there in my boxerbriefs, the cotton material straining against my growing cock. He bent over, smelling my crotch and rubbing his face in it. He moaned "Take it out," I ordered. He pulled the waistband away from my body and over my dick. He gasped as my cock came into view, still only semi hard, but very large, very thick, and very heavy. My egg-sized balls hung loosely in their smooth, wrinkled sac. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face into my crotch, his mouth right against my sac. "Lick 'em," I said, as I began rubbing my dick back and forth on his beautiful face. I grew harder as his tongue bathed my cum-filled nuts. I finally pulled him off my sac. My dick stood fully hard, arcing up 9.5" into the air and Coke can thick. The swollen head, as thick as the rest of the shaft, already glistened with precum. Paden reached up to touch it, wrapping both hands around it. "I guess you were right," I said. "I am a big boy." I grabbed Paden by the hair and held his head back, looking down into his gorgeous face. I took my cock in my other hand and slowly began rubbing it on his face, smearing him with precum. He moaned loudly as he felt the weight of it for the first time. Holding my cock at the base, I proceeded to slap it against his face. He moaned as each hard of my fat Italian cock landed on his cute face. I let go of his hair and looked down at him, his face glistening with sweat and my precum, a few red marks on his cheeks. "Suck it," I commanded him. He opened his mouth wide and took the head in, wrapping his lips around the thick, velvety cockhead. His tongue flicked around the piss slit, tasting my precum, while he wrapped both hands around the shaft and stroked. He made love to my cockhead for several minutes, kissing and licking it, swabbing the wide surface with his tongue, lapping the precum from my piss slit. Slowly he began taking more of me in. He choked. He couldn't take it all. I pulled back. "It's too big," he said. "Try anyway," I replied. And he went back to work. He managed to take in a few inches, but he was a long way from being able to take my fat cock. I began thrusting, fucking my cock shaft through his hands and my cockhead through his tight lips. His tongue was very talented, teasing my cock with each push between his now puffy lips. I thrust faster, my heavy balls swinging back and forth. I was getting close. Paden could feel my shaft swell in his hands. He noticed my balls drawing up towards my body. He sucked harder, trying to take more in. For the first time, I noticed his hard dick pressed against my leg. I felt the wetness from his precum. He had been rubbing against my leg while he sucked my cock. The feel of his large dick on my leg sent me over the edge. I let out a low groan and began cumming. The first volley shot into the back of his mouth, causing him to gag and spit out my dick. The next volley shot across his face into his hair. Ropes of my cum crisscrossed his face as he sat there, mouth open and tongue out, trying to catch as much as he could. I let my softening dick sag against his face as the last drops oozed out. He looked up at me, his face covered in ooze. "It looks good on you," I said, using my dick to smear it around. He licked his lips. "Tastes good, too." I laughed. I tossed him his soccer shirt, and he used it to wipe his face clean. "Got some in your hair, too, man," I said. "That was awesome," he said, standing up still hard. "I've never seen that much cum, except from..." he stopped, and I looked at him quizzically. "Sorry, I can't tell you about that." "No problem," I said, as I moved in to return to the favor he had just done me. I began with his body, as he had done for me, and he had a really nice body. Muscular, but not ripped, although the beginnings of a six-pack were obvious. I kissed his neck, getting a taste of my own cum, before moving down to his shoulders and chest. I sucked his nipples, gently nibbling on them. He moaned. I continued my way down, over his abs to his navel, and his treasure trail. I kissed and licked his body as he had done mine, worshipping it. I finally reached my goal, that piece that had taunted me since the first day of school. For the first time, I got to look at his cock fully hard, and it was impressive. This high school jock standing in front of me sported a 7.5" cock that was easily 5" thick, impressive for a 15 year old, and similar to what I had at that age. I felt a strange connection to him because of this, remembering how awkward it was in the beginning to be the big guy in the locker room, sometimes the object of admiration, sometimes of jokes, always being stared at. I enjoyed the attention, proud of what I had. I wasn't sure it was the same for Paden. He was usually very shy for all his good looks and intelligence. He had called our size a "problem", and I had a feeling that he didn't like the attention, but I was about to give him plenty of it. I began by licking his balls as I stroked his dick. I sucked each one in my mouth, slurping on his loose sac, bathing each nut with my tongue. I then moved my mouth up, away from his sac, and dragged my tongue along the underside of his thick dick, alternately licking and kissing his throbbing shaft. I could taste his dried precum, and I could feel it sticky in the hair on my legs where he had thrust so ardently against me right before I came. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, sucking gently and kissing it, allowing my tongue to explore the thick head and ridge, tasting his precum. I slipped my tongue into his piss slit, eagerly sucking out as much of his precum as I could while I stroked his shaft, milking it. I began taking more of him in. Paden looked down at me, watching his cock slowly disappear between my lips. Inch by inch I swallowed his teenage rod, feeling it throb and grow inside my mouth. I felt his cockhead slide into my throat as I buried my nose in his pubes. His weighty balls hung on my chin. He moaned loudly as he felt my throat close around his cockhead for the first time. "Colin's never taken me this far," he groaned between clenched teeth. I worked my throat muscles on his cock, breathing through my nose, and swirling my tongue over the long, fat shaft of teenage cockmeat in my mouth. I pulled back slowly, letting him see each inch of his big dick reappear from between my lips, then I moved back down, swallowing him whole again. I began fucking my face on his dick, bobbing my head up and down, taking him all the way in and pulling out. In and out. In and out. I put my hands on his hips and began pulling him in and out of my mouth, keeping my head in place. He got the idea and began to thrust, but I knew that he wouldn't last long. He moaned loudly again, and I knew what was coming. I pulled away from his dick and began stroking him quickly. I wanted to see him cum. I didn't want to taste it, I didn't want to feel it, I just wanted to see it and make it happen. He let out a low growl as his dick erupted. His first two shots flew over my right shoulder, but the remainder dribbled out onto my hand. Paden's dick oozed a sizeable load onto my hand. "Not bad," I said with a wink. He smiled at me. "You're amazing," he responded. "So hot and so big." "Thanks, Paden," I said. "You are too, for a teenager. We have a lot in common, I think. I was about like you are now when I was your age." I gestured toward his dick. He blushed. "And Paden, there's no need to be embarrassed about it. It just happens, and I can guarantee that most guys are jealous, even if they make stupid comments in the locker room." He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "How did you know?" "Been there," I said, "but I wasn't as shy as you. I flaunted it. Showed off. Don't be embarrassed. And yeah, you'll probably get even bigger." He laughed, pulling up his shorts and putting on his now cum stained soccer jersey. "And I don't gotta tell you, that you can't tell anyone about this, right?" I looked at him intently. He nodded slowly. "Not even Colin, Paden. We could be in a lot of trouble." "I understand," he said. "But..." "Yes?" He blushed and looked away. I smiled, understanding his unspoken question. "We'll see, but I don't know. It's too dangerous." His smile quickly changed into a frown. "Oh," he said. "I'll just be going, then." "Okay, Paden. Have a good Spring Break, and don't do anything too crazy." I winked at him. His smile returned. "See you in a week, Mr. A." I shook my head, not believing what I had just done and hoping on the one hand that I could do it again and on the other hand that I would have the strength to resist if anything like this ever happened again. I knew it was something that I shouldn't be doing, but I couldn't help it. I stuffed my semi-hard dick back into my pants and gathered my things. I was set to head to Daytona the next day to visit a friend for the first half of the break, then to meet up with a fellow teacher and about 25 students in Orlando for the second half. I'm the co-sponsor of one of the school's academic teams and the state championship was, unfortunately, being held over the last 3 days of Break. Fortunately, I thought to myself, none of the guys who had caught my attention in class was on the team. ******************* Let me know how you feel about this story and if you want to see it continue. The next installment includes a scene of sex with my ex-girlfriend Sarah, but I realize that many may not want to read about that. If so, I'll cut it out. I don't want this story posted under "bisexual", so please let me know.