Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 03:09:46 -0400 From: alessandro abbondanti Subject: mr. a and soccer camp 2 My usual apologies for the delay, but as I told my Yahoo! Group, school has begun, and I've been swamped. Although school has begun for me, Mr. A's summer adventures continue. I wrote part of this one over a week ago and finished it up today. I hope that you enjoy it. Mr. A's adventures at soccer camp continue in this installment, and our cameo character Nelson actually gets some action! There will be one more soccer camp episode before Mr. A returns home and then visits an old friend (or two) in Daytona before going back to school. Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult- youth 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.) ******************* That night, I went around for bed-check as usual. I came Todd's room last and knocked on the door. He opened the door wearing only his boxers and smiled broadly when he saw me. "You here for a re-match?" he asked jokingly. "Very funny," I said, "but no. I'm gonna need a little time to reload, I think." I winked at him. "I'm just here to make sure everyone's in their rooms, and I see that you are. Your roommate here?" I remembered the look on Nelson's face earlier in the day when he had seen me getting out of the shower. I figured he would appreciate getting another look at me. I was again shirtless as I wandered the halls and was wearing only my boxers. "Yep, he's in here, too," Todd said, opening the door a little further. Nelson peeked out around the corner, looking me up and down. "Alright," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow." "That's right," Todd said. "Don't forget our next contest." "I won't," I promised. "You're definitely gonna lose tomorrow, Blaster." "Whatever you say, Grosso," he laughed. I chuckled and headed back to my room. Nelson had definitely checked me out again. Would he be brave enough to make the first move? I dropped my boxers and climbed into bed naked. As I thought about what had transpired between Todd and me earlier and what would happen the next night, I absently tugged on my soft, floppy dick. I felt my cock begin to harden and thicken as the images of Paden and Todd playing together filled my mind. My dick grew longer as the images of Todd shooting his huge, teenage load earlier in the night flashed through my brain. Soon, my cock was completely hard. I resisted the urge to stroke off, however. I couldn't believe that Todd had beaten me in distance earlier, and I was determined not to let him beat me in volume the next night. I released my thick, pulsing cock and let it flop down on my stomach. It throbbed and oozed precum onto my washboard stomach. I turned onto my side; my heavy dick fell down onto the mattress with an audible thud. I closed my eyes, thinking about the contest the next day and wondering even more about Todd's roommate Nelson. The next day, I pulled my boxers on over my morning wood--hiding it as best I could-- grabbed my towel and toiletries, and headed to the communal showers again. My hard- on, which went down a little as I walked to the showers, was obvious to anyone I met on the way. Most of the boys I encountered on the way glanced briefly at my tented shorts and then giggled, whispering to each other, or simply blushed and looked away. I saw Marcus and Evan, both boys from my school, coming out of the bathroom as I was going in. "Whoa, Mr. A!" Evan said loudly when he saw me. "Watch where you point that thing." I chuckled. "Shut up, Evan," I said. "Don't act like you've never had to deal with morning wood before." Evan joked, "Nope, not when I'm sharing a room with Marcus." "Shut up, fag," Marcus said, punching Evan in the arm. "You're so full of shit." I laughed with Evan. "Alright, you two, get out of my way so I can take a shower." Nudging Marcus, Evan said, "Take a shower." He made little quotation marks with his fingers as he said it. "We all know what that means." "Nah, I won't be dropping anything like that in the shower," I said, shaking my head. "Sure, Mr. A," Evan said, as he and Marcus walked by me and down the hall. I walked into the bathroom and saw that all the showers were taken. Only one other person was in line, though, and that was Nelson. "What's up?" I asked, getting in line behind him. "Nelson, is it?" He swallowed. "Yeah, it's Nelson." He glanced surreptitiousy down at my crotch. "Not much. Just waiting for a shower. You?" It was hot in the room, and I was sweating a little. "I think you can see what's up," I joked, pointing down at my crotch. Nelson blushed. He gave a nervous laugh and said, "Yeah, morning wood sucks." "So what's it like rooming with Todd?" I asked. "Not bad," Nelson answered, seemingly relieved to be off the subject of my dick. "Although like you, he just walks around in his underwear, even if he's got a hard-on. He's got like no modesty." I laughed. "Really?" "Yeah," Nelson responded. "This morning, he threw his covers back and was like, 'Man, Nelson, I got a wicked piss hard-on right now. Check this out.'" I laughed even louder. That sounded like Todd. He would do something like that just to make someone else uncomfortable. "How'd you react to that?" I asked. "I just ignored him," Nelson laughed. "Not that it was easy. He kept pestering me." "Yeah, he was just trying to make you uncomfortable," I said. "That sounds like Todd." My dick, which had been shrinking, was starting to grow again. One of the showers turned off, and Lyle, one of my other students stepped out. He dried himself off, apparently unconcerned with anyone seeing him naked. His body was skinny, but toned. He was smooth, with hair only on his legs and a nice patch above his 14-year-old dick. His dick was probably average for someone his age, about a 2-inch pud resting on top of a set of smooth balls hanging loosely in a smooth sac. I had found out that Lyle was an upcoming freshman, so he wasn't actually at my school yet, although he would be at the end of the summer. He smiled when he saw me and wrapped the towel around his waist. He didn't seem embarrassed that anyone, including a teacher, had seen him naked. "All yours, Mr. A," he said, gesturing towards the shower. "Thanks, Lyle," I said. "How do you like the camp so far?" "It's awesome," he answered. "It just sucks that it's so short." "Yeah, we only got like 3 days left!" Lyle, I noticed, was the only guy I had encountered so far that morning who hadn't looked obviously at my tented crotch or made a comment about it. I wondered why. I no longer had the serious hard-on that I had woken up with, but I was still semi-hard, and I still thought my dick would be obvious in the shorts. As Lyle walked by me, however, he added, "Nice tent. Going camping?" He winked at me and left. His comment seemed to come out of nowhere, since I hadn't even noticed him check me out. He caught me by surprise, so I didn't have a chance to respond. "That was pretty funny," Nelson said. "Yeah, it was," I agreed. I motioned for Nelson to take the shower since he had been there first. "Go ahead," he said. "I can wait." I dropped my boxers and hung them and my towel on the hook outside the shower and stepped in. I turned to face Nelson as I did, giving him a look at my now only semi-hard dick. I winked at him and closed the curtain. Shortly after I began my shower, the one next to me turned off, and the user stepped out. Nelson, I assume, stepped in, as it came on right after. I finished washing my body and hair and turned the shower off, again opening the curtain with no regard for modesty. This time, the only person there for my show was Todd, who openly eyed my swinging cock and balls as I dried off. "Aren't you up a little late?" I asked him, drying underneath my sac, pulling on my meat. Todd's eyes didn't leave my crotch as he answered. "A little, yeah, but I'll be at the field when I need to be!" I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you might need to conserve some of your strength for tonight." I winked at him. "You're gonna lose again, Mr. A," he taunted me. "We'll see about that." I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed back to my room to get dressed. Later in the day, I headed down to the field to watch the boys from my team play. Both Lyle and Todd played defense, and I was pleased to see that they were both excellent players. They didn't seem to tire out, and they had excellent ball control. Marcus, Mike, and Evan were okay players, but not at the level of Todd or Lyle. Todd and Lyle could probably make it on the Varsity team during try-outs, but because of their ages, they wouldn't get as much playtime, so I decided to suggest that they stay on JV for the coming year. That night, I met up with my students for dinner, and we all sat around the table laughing and joking, talking about the day's events. At one point, Evan grabbed a knife and stuck it under his napkin in his lap. "Hey, you guys, who am I?" he asked, pointing at the tented napkin in his lap. I started laughing along with the rest of the guys. "Not Mr. A," Todd said. "That's not a big enough tent." We laughed louder. "Shut up, Todd," I said, still laughing. After dinner, Todd and I walked back to the dorm together while the other boys went ahead. "So you ready for tonight, Blaster?" I asked. "Oh yeah," he said. "I hope that you can handle being embarrassed by a 15-year-old again." "In your dreams, little man," I joked. "Speaking of Blaster," he began, "my roommate was VERY interested in our little exchange last night." "What do you mean?" I asked. "After you left, he was all like, 'Why'd he call you 'Blaster'? Why'd you call him 'Grosso'? What's this contest you guys are talking about?'" "Really?" I asked. "What'd you tell him?" "Nothing, really. I was just like, 'It's a long story.' And then this morning when he came back to the room after his shower, he was like, 'I think I know why you called him Grosso', but he wouldn't tell me what he was thinking." "Well, I've definitely caught your roommate checking me out, and I kinda made sure he got a good look at my chubby this morning when I got into the shower, so that might have given him an idea of why you called me Grosso," I said. "You think he'd be interested in joining our contest?" Todd asked. I chuckled. "I don't know about that, since who knows what kind of shots he produces, but I'm pretty sure he'd be interested in watching!" "You think I should ask him if he wants to join us tonight?" I paused, trying to decide whether it was a good idea to include him or not. Inviting Nelson could be disastrous. After all, if I had misjudged his looks and interest, then he might overreact to what Todd told him, which would cause endless problems. If I hadn't misjudged him, though, it could mean a lot of fun for all of us. I decided to risk it. "Sure," I said. "If he brings it up again, like wants to know about the contest or the nicknames, go ahead and tell him. Then, see if he's interested in joining us." "Sweet," Todd said. "I'll do that." "Alright," I said, as we reached our dorm. "You go back to your room and come to mine in like 30 minutes. Be prepared to lose, Blaster." Todd smiled and walked away. I changed into my boxers and waited for Todd's arrival. Thirty minutes passed, and he still hadn't arrived. I was getting worried, when, about an hour after we had parted ways, there was finally a knock on my door. I opened the door to find both Todd and Nelson standing there. I smiled broadly at the tan-skinned boy standing there next to my skinny soccer player. "Glad you could make it," I said, motioning for them to come inside. "You're late, though," I added. "Yeah, well, I started telling Nelson how I got the name 'Blaster' and how you got the name 'Grosso' and we kind of lost track of time. I also told him about our little contest last night." "Did he tell you about tonight's contest?" I asked Nelson. "Oh yeah, and I definitely wanna be a part of it," Nelson said eagerly. "Really? You think you can hang with us?" "Definitely," Nelson answered confidently. I gave Todd a disbelieving look, and he just shrugged. I knew that Todd and I both shot noticeably more than most other guys, and I found it hard to believe that there would be three guys together who could produce the volume that I did. It seemed that Nelson might not know what he was getting into. "You sure about that?" I asked. "I mean, you already know how Todd got his name, so he must produce a good wad, and I wouldn't have suggested the contest if I didn't think I had a chance of beating him." "Oh, I know," Nelson said. "I know what I'm getting into. But if you're so sure of yourself, how about we bet on it?" I found his confidence a bit of a turn-on and a bit surprising, since he hadn't seemed so open earlier. "Where's this confidence coming from all of a sudden?" I asked him. "You seemed quite modest earlier, talking about how Todd walking around with morning wood embarrassed you." Nelson blushed again. "I was afraid of being called a faggot or something, so I was pretending like it bothered me. I didn't want to seem too interested. Like, this morning with Todd, I was afraid he was trying to trick me into something. Same with you in the shower. This would be a really bad place for me to get that kind of attention, you know?" He was afraid of being "outed", so he had tried to act disinterested. "I guess that makes sense," I said, "but you didn't do a very good job of not checking me out." He grinned. "It was difficult not to notice, but I figured if I didn't actually say anything about it, I'd be okay." I grinned back. "I guess you were wrong." I winked at him. "So what's the bet that you have in mind?" "I'm thinking," and he paused again, blushing. "Where's this shyness coming from again? I have a feeling that you have some experience in this kind of thing." "Well," he began again. I could tell that he was debating whether he should make the bet or not. "The one who shoots the least amount has to blow the other two," he said, his face still a little red. He added quickly, "If you guys are into that sort of thing. If not, don't be mad, please." I looked over at Todd. I was pretty sure, unless Nelson was packing a set of bull balls, that neither Todd nor I was likely to lose this bet. Todd just shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, Nelson," I said. "Calm down. I think we're all 'into that sort of thing'. You got a deal. Whoever shoots the least has to suck off the other two." Nelson smiled broadly. I had a feeling that Nelson made the bet knowing that he was going to lose. "So how's this going to work?" Todd asked. "How are we going to measure?" "That's a good question," I said. "I guess that we'll each just have to shoot into a cup or something." "What cups?" Todd asked. I picked up the small plastic cups that we had been given by the university in our dorm rooms. Staying in a college dorm for a summer program was rather like staying in a cheap hotel, where they gave you cheap trial size versions of soap and shampoo, plastic cups for water, and cheap, stiff sheets and towels. "That might not work out so well," Todd said. "From what I saw last night, I think both of us might have a bit too much 'splash back' from the force of our shots. It'll be flying out of the cup." "Good point," I said. "Any other suggestions?" "Condoms?" Nelson suggested. "That sounds good," Todd said. "Not quite," I said. "Why not?" Todd asked. "Well, I'm a little bigger than both of you, so any condom I slip on is gonna have to stretch out more for me than for you guys, so the measurement won't be accurate. Even the Magnum XLs that I have gotta stretch out quite a bit to accommodate my...uh...girth." "What if we each nut in a condom, then pour it into one of the cups. Then, each load would be in the same sized container for fair measurement," Nelson suggested. "Sounds good to me," I said. "So get the condoms, Grosso," Todd said. "Stop calling me that, Blaster," I responded jokingly, heading to my suitcase. I hadn't really expected to get lucky on a school trip, but I had learned years ago to always bring my own condoms just in case. Trying to fit in the average condom never worked well for me. I fucked bareback whenever I could, which I knew was unsafe whether I was with a man or a woman, but I brought condoms with me in case I hooked up with someone who really wanted me to use a rubber. I gave each one of them a condom and then dropped my shorts, exposing my flaccid cock. I tugged on my dick a few times to get the blood flowing, and it immediately began to chub up. "What are you guys waiting for?" I asked. Todd chuckled. "I thought maybe we'd work up to it." "Why fuck around?" I said. "Let's bust these loads so I can get my blow job." I winked at Nelson; he grinned. Todd and Nelson stripped off their clothes, and the three of us knelt together in a circle, our growing dicks hanging over our loose sacs. Based on limp size, I guessed that Nelson was slightly larger than Todd, but I was noticeably larger than each of them, especially in thickness. We each stroked our cocks, openly checking out one another. "So Nelson," I said, pulling down the length of my soft tube, squeezing the head tightly. "Why don't you tell us a story to get us in the mood. You already heard about some of our experiences." "I dunno," Nelson said. "Some people might not be happy about me sharing that knd of thing." "Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna go around talking about it," I said sarcastically. "C'mon, help us out." "I guess you're right," Nelson said. Nelson and Todd were already fully hard and were rapidly stroking their teenage cocks. "Don't forget the condoms," I said. They both paused and opened their condom, slipping the large latex glove over their soccer jock dicks. "Uh...these are a little loose," Todd said. I looked over at them, and indeed the condoms slid easily up and down their cocks as they stroked. "Sorry, guys," I said. "It's all I have. If you can't jerk like that, just slip 'em on before you cum and fill 'em up that way." I looked at Nelson. "Now, tell us your story." The two teens took off their condoms and started stroking again. My dick grew to its full size as Nelson told his story, and I continued stroking without putting on my rubber. I preferred not to fuck with a condom not only because of the generally held opinion that condom-less fucking feels better, but also because even the large sized condoms were not pliable enough to fit my thickness comfortably. Even though the condoms stretched, they were still tight on me. Rather than risk the discomfort of jerking off with a too tight condom on my fat Italian prick, I decided that I'd slip the condom on just before I shot, like the boys planned to do. Nelson's story turned out to be one not only of jacking off with others, as mine and Todd's had been, but of something more. He was an upcoming sophomore like Todd and had been on his school's JV soccer team last year like Todd. The difference, however, was that Nelson was bisexual and knew before he began high school that he liked boys and wanted to have sex with them, in more than just a curious, experimental kind of way. He joined the soccer team knowing that he would be in a position to see some of the hottest guys in his school naked on a regular basis. What he wasn't expecting, however, was how easily some of the guys would pick up on his interest. Nelson said that after practice one day at the end of the first week, one of the older Varsity boys named Peter pulled him aside and asked him about the looks Nelson had been giving some of the guys in the locker-room. "At first," Nelson said, "I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, I had been checking Peter out. He was hot as fuck and had a pretty big dick. I would gladly have done something with him. But I just kind of pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about. Finally, he said, 'Look, bud, it's okay. It seems like there's one of you every couple of years.' I thought that I had been pretty sly in checking the guys out, but I guess not. Peter continued by telling me that he and some of the other guys didn't have any problems with 'my type' as long as I helped them out occasionally. I asked what he meant, and he just said, 'You know what I mean.' I nodded, 'cause I did know what he meant. I wanted to ask him when he and the others might need my help, but I decided against it. He finished our conversation by saying, 'One bit of advice, though. I know that you were trying to be discrete, and I'm sure a lot of guys haven't noticed, but I did notice, mainly because I think you were checking me out a lot. You gotta be careful, though, man. A lot of guys aren't nearly as forgiving as I am about that kind of thing, and you wouldn't want to be in a position where you could get hurt. So be careful in the locker-room and anywhere else, especially if we're away and you're around guys that don't know you.' I just nodded as he said this, knowing he was correct and embarrassed that I had been so easily caught." As Nelson spoke, the three of us continued jerking off. Nelson's eyes focused only on my fat 9.5" cock as he told his story. I pulled and fondled my big balls with my right hand, sliding my fingers under the sac to stimulate my prostate as I slid my left hand up and down the length of my slick shaft, precum oozing continuously from my gaping piss slit. Todd, too, was stroking his cock quickly, pulling down on his balls with one hand while working just the head of his dick with the other, rubbing his thumb again and again over the swollen knob. "Go on," I urged Nelson breathlessly. "So that's why I was a little nervous about letting anyone here think I was interested. I didn't know how guys would react, but much like with Peter, I guess I just couldn't keep my eyes off you, Mr. A," Nelson said. I grinned. "It looks like you still can't." I stopped stroking long enough to grab my dick at the base, causing it to swell even larger, and shake it at him. Precum flew from the tip and landed on the carpet. Nelson groaned. "When did you finally get a chance to 'help' out your new friend?" Todd asked. "Early in the season," Nelson said, "we had an away tournament that required us to stay overnight, so we had to get a hotel. There was one hotel room for every four or five guys, and we were assigned to our rooms by the coaches. Peter managed to work it so that I was in a room with him and two other guys, including his younger brother, who was on the JV team with me." "Nice," I muttered. "I had a feeling that this would be my first opportunity to help Peter out with whatever he might need, and I was right. There wasn't even any pretense or question why I was there. There was no faking it or beating around the bush. The first night Peter just said to me, 'I think you know why I asked for you to be in my room.' I nodded. 'The others also know,' he said, 'and they're cool with it. Are you okay with it?' To be honest, I didn't have much experience, and I'd never been with someone as big as Peter or with more than one at a time, so I was pretty nervous. I also really wanted to do it, though, so I said, 'I'm okay with it, Peter. I want to do it.' 'Spoken like a true cocksucker,' Peter said with a wink and rubbed my head. That night, each of them took turns using my mouth. First, I sucked off Peter, who was about 8 inches long, then I did his brother, whose dick was smaller than mine, about 5 inches, and then I did Sam, the other guy in our room, whose dick was about as big as mine is now, like 7.5". Then, after each one had a turn, I did Peter again. I swallowed every one of their loads. It was awesome." "That's pretty hot," Todd said. "I wish that we had someone like you on our team." "What about Colin?" I asked, remembering that Colin's sexuality had been a concern for some of the boys with whom he had jacked off in the story that Todd told me the night before. "Nah," Todd answered. "Colin wouldn't do the whole team. He's only ever done stuff with people he's close to, that he knows have either also done it or won't tell, like me and Paden and a few others." Some part of me was relieved to hear this. I was glad that Colin wasn't blowing or getting fucked by just anyone. Although he had told me this himself, that he hadn't had much experience, I was glad to hear from someone else that Colin wasn't making himself available to anyone who needed release. "Who's Colin?" Nelson asked. "Is he here?" I know that I blushed when he asked this. The mention of Colin's name in the first place had caused my dick to throb even more and put me closer to the edge. "Colin's a guy who goes to my school, and he's played around a bit with me and my best friend and a few other guys. Some dudes think he's gay, but I don't know. He's not at this camp, though." Todd paused, then added, "He's also Mr. A's favorite student." "Oh really? You two ever done anything?" Nelson asked bluntly. "What?" I asked, shocked. "You and Colin ever do anything together, like this?" Nelson asked again. The question took me by surprise, and I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't know if I should tell the truth. And, given my reaction to the question, I was pretty sure that I couldn't tell a convincing lie, anyway. So I said, "I'd prefer not to answer that question." Todd's eyes got wide and he looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Well, that's a yes," Nelson said. "Why don't you just keep telling us your story," I said to Nelson, resuming my cock tug. Nelson nodded and continued. "Over time, the number of guys that I serviced increased. At the party at the end of the season, which took place at one of younger coach's houses, I ended up on my knees servicing like half the team, including the coach whose house it was. Apparently, Peter had pulled aside everyone I had done throughout the year and a few others that hadn't had the chance, but that he thought were interested, and urged them to stay as late as they could. Once everyone else was gone, I got to work sucking their dicks. A couple of them, including Peter, even fucked me." "Wow," I said. "Even the coach was involved?" I was stroking my dick faster, now, as was Todd. I could feel my orgasm building; my balls were drawing tight in my sac and then sagging back down. I slid my hand up and down the thick length of my rod, rubbing my thumb and forefinger over the swollen head, and continued the stimulation of my prostate with my free hand. Todd was stroking his precum slick dick so fast that I could hear the wet squishy sounds of his hand on his hard teencock. We remained kneeling in a circle as Nelson spoke and we all stroked. "I found out later that Peter wasn't joking about there being a dude like me on the team every couple of years. The coach was a former student, and even going back to his time as a player, there had been a gay dude on the team who ended up 'helping' out the other guys when they needed it. He said that there might be a year or two without one, but it was a pretty regular thing." I chuckled. "That's quite a tradition. Maybe they should start advertising for that position. I bet a lot of dudes who wouldn't normally try out for soccer would be all over that." Todd laughed. "I know a few guys at our school who would!" The fact that Nelson had also been involved with a teacher meant that he understood about the need for discretion, so he would be smart enough not to go back to his team or his coach and say, "Guess what I did last night!" Of course, that was something I probably should have thought about before inviting him in for a jerkoff contest. "Where's this coach now?" I asked, thinking it might be interesting to meet up with him. I hadn't, after all, met anyone else wth the same kind of relationship with his students that I had. "He's not here," Nelson said. "There are only three of us from my team here, and the other two were never interested in my 'help'." "Lucky for us," I said, "you ended up rooming with Todd here." Todd just nodded. His teeth were gritted, and he had slipped the condom back on his dick. He was about to cum. I decided to try to catch up to Todd, and started stroking my cock faster, allowing the images of Nelson's smooth, tight ass getting plowed by his teammate's big dick while his coach fed him his load to fill my head. I had no doubt that similar visions filled Todd's mind. "That's it, Todd," I grunted. "Fill that condom with your sperm." Todd let out a low growl, and his dick twitched as he nutted into the condom. Nelson and I watched as the latex filled with Todd's copious load. The tip of Todd's rubber was quite distended once he finished cumming. He slipped the condom off his cock, careful not to spill any of his load, and milked the last few drops into the scum bag. He held the condom up proudly for us to see, and then poured his spooge into one of the plastic cups, squeezing every drop out of the rubber. I saw the bottom of the cup fill with his load and lost it. I grabbed quickly for my condom and pulled it just over the head of my cock. I didn't bother to try to fit it down the full length of my dick; instead, I let the remaining several inches of latex hang from my swollen head. I kept one hand on my balls and prostate as I worked just the head with my other hand, holding the base of the condom around the swollen glans of my Italian prick. "Here I go," I groaned. "Oh fuck!" I shouted and began shooting into the condom. The force of each shot of cum caused the condom to fly up, sticking out from my cock, and then collapse again briefly before the next blast rocketed into it. The condom was like a windsock, each volley of cum causing it to stand up and then fall back down. I fired 11 shots of jizz into the condom before milking the last few drops from my softening cock and slipping the condom off. Nelson had apparently shot his load at the same time that I did, as he too slipped his condom off and emptied the contents into a cup. I could tell that he was not going to win the contest. I held up my condom for the other two boys to see, and at first glance, I was pretty sure that I had beaten Todd. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Nelson said. "Watching you fill the condom like that. Holy shit." "I gotta say, that was fucking hot, Grosso," Todd said, "seeing that condom rise and fall with each blast. And I think you beat me." I had noticed the night before that even though Todd's load flew further than mine had, mine was thicker, so I was pretty sure that I would beat him on the volume contest. To confirm it, I grabbed the last cup and emptied my thick wad into it, squeezing every drop of my jizz from the large condom. The three of us remained kneeling as we examined the cups, which were at eye level on the desk. My cup of thick, Italian cream was obviously more full than either of the other two. There was no question that I had outshot Todd. Nelson had lost the contest. "You definitely won," Todd said. "You definitely beat me on distance last night," I said. "I had to win something, didn't I?" I winked at him. "That is one impressive load," Todd said, picking up my cup of cum and swishing it back and forth. "Look at how thick it is." "Let me see," Nelson asked, taking my cup from Todd. He also grabbed Todd's cup and, holding one in each hand, swished the cups around, watching our white spooge coat the edges of the cup. Then, he took Todd's cup and put it to his lips. Todd and I watched as he tipped the cup back, and Todd's load of teenjock cream slid down the plastic cup and into Nelson's mouth. As Nelson gulped down Todd's load, my dick perked up. This kid liked cum, and he picked the right two guys to play with for getting a lot of it. He put my cup down and took Todd's cup from his lips. He stuck out his tongue and licked around the outside, sticking his tongue as far into the plastic cup as he could. He then scraped the edges and the bottom with his fingers, trying to get every drop of cum that he could. Nelson hungrily licked Todd's load from his fingers. "Wow," I said. "Am I next?" I asked. My dick was past the semi-hard stage and had nearly reached its full length and girth; Todd was already hard again. "After I drink mine," Nelson answered, lifting his own glass. He tipped it back and easily swallowed his own watery nut. He finally picked up my cup again. He held it to his nose and inhaled the scent of it, then examined it closely from the outside of the cup, looking at me over the top of it. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he was going to drink it down or not. Nelson put my cup to his lips and lifted it. My thick cum oozed down the side of the cup into his mouth. It coated his tongue and slid down his throat. Nelson swallowed eagerly, moaning when he tasted my seed. He repeated the licking and scooping process that he had used on Todd's cup, desperately getting every drop of my cum out of the plastic container. My dick was now completely hard and already leaking, as was Todd's. "You know," I said, "I hear that it tastes better right from the tap, and since you lost the bet..." I pointed down at my hard cock and then stood up. Todd followed suit. Todd and I stood next to each other, and I placed my arm around his skinny waist to pull him closer. We were standing hip-to-hip, our hard dicks sticking out as Nelson crawled to us on his hands and knees. Nelson knelt in front of us and reached up with both his hands. He wrapped his right hand around Todd's throbbing cock and his left around my extra thick member. He started by stroking Todd's cock while he stared at mine. "Your dick," he moaned, "is so fucking fat and heavy." He whimpered as he hefted it in his hand, pulling it down so that the head of it rested on his thick lips. He kissed my cockhead, flicking his tongue rapidly against the sensitive underside of it. Then, he started stroking my dick and turned his head to pull Todd's dick to his mouth. He took Todd's dick head between his lips and started sucking on it, diving down on Todd's 7" jock cock while he stroked mine. As Nelson continued his mouth work on Todd's throbbing dick, I grabbed my dick from his hand and slapped it down against his face several times, whipping him with my weighty slab of meat, leaving red marks and splats of precum on his cheek, forehead, and temple. Nelson switched, stroking Todd's cock while he opened his mouth wide to take me in. I placed one hand on the back of his head and guided him down my pole, feeding my swollen member into his 15-year-old throat. He gagged as I hit the back of his throat, blocking his airway, but I continued pushing in until my cockhead lodged itself in his esophagus. I grunted loudly when I felt his throat close on me. "That's it," I groaned, pulling out just slightly and then pushing it back in, enjoying the sound of him choking on my cock. I kept one hand on his head and continued thrusting in and out of his throat for several minutes before pulling out and turning his face back to Todd's waiting prick. Nelson breathed in sharply when I released him before filling his mouth with Todd's dick again. Todd, imitating me, also began thrusting in and out of Nelson's mouth, pushing his dick into Nelson's throat. Nelson managed to take Todd all the way down his throat without gagging, and Todd let out a strangled moan when he felt Nelson's throat envelope his leaking cockhead. Todd leaked as much precum as I did, so I knew that Nelson could feel this high school jock's sticky precum creeping down his throat. Todd pulled his dick out, and we both laid our dicks on Nelson's face, covering the teen's eyes and cheeks with our meat. We lifted our dicks at the same time and began whipping them against his face, smearing him with our plentiful precum. Nelson knelt between us, willingly accepting our cock slaps and moaning loudly. We stopped slapping him with our hard dicks and shoved both our cockheads into his mouth at the same time. Nelson opened his mouth as wide as he could to accept us both. His tongue snaked out to lick both of us; he slid it up between our dicks, swirling it first over Todd's swollen glans and then my, swiping it just behind the corona of my flared cock tip. Todd and I moaned at the same time as Nelson stroked and licked our cocks. We pulled our dicks from his mouth to allow him to focus on only one at a time again. He bobbed up and down on Todd's dick and few times and then switched back to mine. Back and forth Nelson went, sucking on Todd and then me, alternately taking our hard dicks into his willing mouth and stroking us. I turned to Todd and looked into his face. His lips were curled into a snarl as he fed his dick into Nelson's mouth. Our eyes met, and I turned my head to kiss him. I covered his lips with mine, slipping my tongue between his lips and into his mouth. He pushed back against me, trying to insert his tongue into my mouth. We both groaned, bucking our hips even harder against Nelson's face and into his mouth as our tongues wrestled. I squeezed Todd's side tightly and he relented, accepting my tongue into his mouth. He moaned; I felt his body quiver. Nelson's hand was on my dick, so I knew that Todd was in his mouth and was about to cum. I whispered into his ear, "Hold it, man," I said. "Let's give him a mega-facial." Todd nodded and pulled his dick from Nelson's mouth. Nelson immediately went back to my cock and started stroking Todd again. I felt my load also building and pulled Nelson off my prong. "Lie down on your back, cocksucker," I instructed. Nelson lay down on the floor, and Todd and I took our positions on either side of his head. I put my dick in Nelson's mouth and he eagerly sucked the head while I stroked the base, milking my precum out on his tongue; his lips were wrapped tightly around my cockhead. I pulled out, and Todd replaced me. We continued this pattern, getting closer and closer to cumming. I saw Todd's balls tighten and draw close to his body. "You ready?" I grunted between gritted teeth. "Fuck yes," he breathed, rapidly stroking his cock. "Let's do it," I said, letting out a loud moan as the first volley of cum rose in my cock and flew out the tip. It rocketed out of my cock, over Nelson's face, and hit Todd in the thigh. I moved back a little, aiming my cock better at Nelson's face and continued unloading. Todd's first wad also overshot Nelson's face and landed between my legs on the carpet. He, too, adjusted his aim, and together we blasted load after load of hot, jock cream on Nelson's smooth face. Our cum landed on Nelson's cheeks, in his hair, on his nose. Cum clung to his eyelashes, as he had closed his eyes to keep from getting our spew in them. It dripped down his cheeks into his ears. I lost count after the first 8 or 9 wads of cum flew out of my cock, and I have no idea how many Todd shot, but between us, we covered Nelson's face and left a discernible amount of our sticky loads on the carpet as well. I squeezed the last few drops of cum out of my dick as I caught my breath. Todd was doing the same thing, flicking the cum from his fingers onto Nelson's face. I looked him in the eyes and smiled broadly. "That was fucking hot," he said. "We fucking covered him," I said, motioning to Nelson's face. I took my softening dick and rubbed it on Nelson's face, smearing the thick, white cum around. I shoved my dick into his mouth, and Nelson nursed on it, gently sucking the remaining cum from the tip and cleaning it. Todd did the same thing. "That was pretty good, Nelson," I said. "Did you enjoy it?" I reached down and wiped the cum from his eyelids, so that he could open his eyes and look at us. I stuck my fingers in his mouth for him to clean. "Hell yes," he said. "I fucking love having your cum on me. That was amazing." His face was completely glazed with our combined loads. Nelson began scooping the cum off his face with his fingers, eating as much of our load as he could. Todd and I helped him out, using our dicks as scoops to push the cream to Nelson's cum-hungry mouth. "Glad you liked it, man," I said. We remained in those positions for several minutes, but as the post-orgasmic euphoria began to fade, I realized that it was getting late, and the guys would have to get back to their dorm room for curfew. I finally got up off the floor and pulled my boxers back on. Nelson and Todd also stood up. Nelson wandered over to the mirror to check himself out before getting dressed. He still had cum drying on his face and in his hair. "You two are gonna have to go soon," I said, "'cause it's about time for curfew." "Only one problem, Mr. A," Nelson said. "I'm not going out there with clumps of cum drying in my hair." "Good point," I admitted. "What should we do?" "How about we wait until after curfew?" Todd suggested. "Nelson's coach never comes right away, and I'm with you already, so if we wait until everyone else is supposed to be in their rooms, you can walk us to our room." "Good thinking, Todd," I said. "Who knew you were also bright?" I winked at him. "Shut up," he said, grinning. The boys got dressed, and about five minutes after curfew, I led them back to their room. Fortunately, we didn't encounter any other adults on the way. I left them at their room and checked on the other guys. Everyone was in their rooms, so I headed back to mine to get some sleep. As I reflected on the events of the night, and Nelson's admissions, an idea occurred to me. There were two nights left at the camp. The next night, I wouldn't be able to do anything, due to a banquet and meeting that I had to attend for all the coaches, but the final night could be very exciting. I'd have to broach the topic with Todd. I lay down in bed and grabbed my dick, stroking it to hardness as I imagined the way our last night at Clemson would unfold. I busted my third big nut of the night all over my chest and stomach, a few wads hitting me in the face and landing in my hair. I wiped myself clean with a pair of underwear and tried unsuccessfully to pick the clumps of cum out of my hair. Finally, I fell asleep. ******************* What'd you think? I know that there wasn't much hardcore sex in it, but we're building to that! Mr. A's soccer camp adventures will continue in the next episode, before he returns home for another adventure in Daytona. Then, he'll go back to school, and we'll see how his boys might have changed over the summer. Remember, he hasn't seen Colin since school ended! 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