Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2005 21:41:32 -0400 From: alessandro Subject: mr a and his boys: surprise visit So finally, here's a new episode. This episode further develops the Aaron character, so it doesn't include any actual sex with the teens in the story, but it's a necessary step in the overall development of the story. The story as posted on Nifty will not include a straight sex scene, but the straight sex scene will be available on the Yahoo! Group. As always, I apologize for the delay, but life and work sometimes get in the way of other things. If I could find a way to make money off of these, I'd be set! If you read the "Lunch Stop" chapter, I'm still looking for feedback on where people would like the storyline with the anonymous teenager to go. As usual, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). I fear that after my long hiatus interest in the story has waned almost entirely. Ouch! 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 story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult- youth section. I have also published another non-Mr. A story in the highschool section entitled "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin". 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 looked at Troy and then at Colin. My eyes grew wide as I realized that the sound of the door closing had been someone exiting, not entering. "Oh shit," I said. "Who was that?" Colin looked panicked, but Troy seemed surprisingly calm. "It was probably just Miles," he said. "Miles?" I repeated, not placing the name. "Varsity goalie. Travis's brother," Troy explained. "How do you know?" I asked, raising my voice in panic. "He was with me when I got back. I told him to wait in the car while I ran in for my wallet." "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted. "You left someone outside while we fucked around in here? Do you know how dangerous that was!" "Like I knew I was going to walk in on you fucking someone!" Troy shot back. "Once I saw you guys, I forgot all about Miles." "Fuck!" I swore under my breath. "Chill, Mr. A," Troy said, still more calm than I would have liked him to be. "Miles isn't a problem, trust me." "How do you know?" I asked. "Let's just say that things between him and his younger brother haven't exactly been clean," Troy explained. "I'll talk to him. I'm sure he'll keep his mouth shut." "Are you sure?" I asked, calming down a little. I remembered Travis's comments about his brother during our encounter at the hotel, so I found it easy to believe what Troy was saying. I just hoped that he was right about Miles keeping his mouth shut. "Pretty sure, yeah," Troy said. "I really hope you're right," I said. "Talk to him and let me know on Monday." "I will," Troy said. "I better take off now, though. Thanks for the fun." Troy grinned and walked out of the room. Colin still looked rather nervous. "You okay?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I can't believe Troy AND Miles know about this now." He looked very distraught. I walked over to him and put my arms around him, pulling him close, so that his head rested against my chest. "It's okay," I said to him. "Are you embarrassed by it?" He looked up at me; I could see red in his cheeks. "No," he answered. "I like doing it. It's just..." he trailed off. "You're afraid of what others are going to say if they find out?" "Yeah, I guess so," he admitted. "I love being with you, Abs." "I love being with you, too, Colin," I said. "I just don't want others to hear about it and start saying things. It's bad enough that a lot of people already call me gay without them actually having proof." "Believe me, Colin, I understand," I reassured him. "It wouldn't exactly be good for me if a bunch of people found out, either. That's why we gotta be more careful. What we do is very dangerous, especially for me." Colin nodded. "I know," he said. "But you still want to do it?" he asked eagerly. I bent down and kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips. "You know I do," I said, "but maybe we should chill out with it a bit, make sure there's no reason for people to think something's going on." "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, maybe we should make sure we're not alone together until after Winter Break," I suggested. "Whenever you come to my room or to the office, make sure there's someone else with you. It'll be hard for people to say something's going on if there are always others around." "Yeah, true," he said. "You sure that's the only reason? It's not 'cause you like someone else more." I squeezed him tightly and chuckled. "No way," I said. "I won't say that I don't enjoy having sex with as many people as possible, even your classmates, but I can't say that any of them compare to you. You're my boy," I said. He grinned stupidly at me. "Thanks, Abs," he said. "Now you better go," I said. "Your mom's probably waiting." As I said this, his cell phone rang. I released him from my hug, and I thought I saw him wipe away a tear before gathering the rest of his things and taking off. I knew that it was tough on Colin. He was torn between his feelings for me and some of his friends, not least of them Paden, and the feelings that he had for girls. He was no doubt confused about whether he really liked girls or if he liked them because he was "supposed" to. I had experienced something similar in high school, but I had dealt with it a little differently. I decided that I liked sex of all kinds, and I did what made me feel good. Sometimes that was having sex with girls; sometimes that was having sex with boys. I was sure that Colin would find his way, but I was also confident that I should not try to influence him. I didn't want to tell him that he was gay, if he wasn't, but I also wasn't going to tell him that he had to like girls. I would support him either way. If he talked to me about a girl, I would encourage him; if he talked to me about a boy, I would encourage him. The point was that it was up to him to work out his feelings and for me to support him. I left the gym no longer as sure about Troy's assessment of the situation. Twice in a week I had put myself in a dangerous situation. Troy seemed certain that Miles wouldn't blab what he had seen, but I didn't really know Miles except as the tall, blond Varsity goalie and older brother of a hot, brown-haired freshman. Even if Miles didn't tell his parents or anyone else, the more people who knew, the more chance of trouble there was. Troy finding out was bad enough, but two in one night was even worse. The more people who know a secret, the harder it is to keep a secret. And then there was the anonymous boy in the bathroom, my teenage cocksucker, who had so expertly milked my cum tanks into his cup, which he then slurped through a straw. He knew me, but I had no idea how, and I still didn't know what it could mean. I expected that I would hear from him again, but I didn't know how or where. Or what he would want. The events of the past week, while enjoyable, had the potential to ruin my life, or at least my career. I resolved to be more careful and not to do anything at all with any of my boys until after Winter Break. For the next several weeks, school continued normally. I still saw Colin before and after class, as he stopped by, but he was never alone, as I had instructed him. Soccer practice was going well, and Chaz's ball handling had improved tremendously. My cock chubbed at the thought of the tan, preppy jock handling my balls. We had started having the Varsity and JV teams practice together a couple of times a week, and the JV boys were much improved because of it. As the end of the semester approached, both teams had winning records, and the Varsity were well on their way to a seat in the State tournament. One day, Mitchell came up to me in class. "Do you know Paden?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. "He's in my class, and he's on the soccer team. You know that." "Yeah, I know he's on the team, but I couldn't remember if you had him in class. Do you know where he went to middle school?" "No, why?" I asked. "I think I remember him from middle school," Mitchell said. "He was awesome back then, too, but he played everything. He was the quarterback, and he was on the soccer team, and he even ran track. He was like the all-around jock and good student." "Cool," I said. "Sounds like he was pretty popular," I said. "Yep," Mitchell answered. "Everyone liked him. It's like he was good at everything." "Some people are just natural athletes," I said. "And some people are just naturally good guys." "I guess so," Mitchell answered. "It didn't hurt that he was like bigger than everyone else, too." I looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?" "Well, as long as I can remember, Paden's been as big as he is now. Even in middle school, he was that tall. He's more muscular now, but he hasn't gotten any taller." "Wow," I said. "He was a pretty big seventh and eighth grader, then." My mind, of course, had gone beyond thoughts of Paden's mere height and bulk and to his endowment. Mitchell wasn't the first to bring up the fact that Paden had long outstripped his peers in size, and it came as no surprise to me that puberty had hit him first and hard. I was curious, though, what Mitchell knew about Paden aside from his body size. "He's a pretty big 10th grader!" Mitchell said, and then blushed deeply when he saw the look of feigned shock on my face. "I mean, he's still more muscular and taller than most of the other guys, even the older guys on the Varsity team." "I guess he is," I said, pretending not to have noticed. It seemed that Mitchell was experiencing a bit of hero-worship as far as Paden was concerned. "He's also an awesome soccer player," Mitchell went on. It was the end of class, and I had given the students time to work on their homework, so I didn't mind letting Mitchell carry on like this. I chuckled a little. "Yeah, I've noticed," I said. "I wonder if I'll ever play as good as he does," Mitchell said wistfully. "Well, Mitchell," I said, "you have to remember that Paden's been playing competitively for a very long time, but I'm sure if you practice and keep playing, you can make it to Varsity, too." He grinned at me, brushing his golden-brown hair out of his eyes. I again noticed his large mouth framed by his pink lips; my cock chubbed. "Get back to work," I said. When he stood up to go back to his seat, I thought I noticed a bigger than usual bulge in his shorts. He was wearing the thin nylon shorts that I liked so much. I reminded myself that although Mitchell didn't have the body size that Paden had (he was much shorter and thinner), his bulge made me think he was bigger than the average 9th grader. The period ended, and the students for my next class, including Paden filed in. He had recently turned 16, so he was quite proud of the fact that he had his license, and I had no doubt he would once again be flashing his car keys to remind everyone in the class that he could drive, even though most of them couldn't. Sure enough, when Paden came in, I saw the end of his keychain, a soccer ball, hanging out of his pants pocket. This was something he had taken to doing since turning 16. He never went off campus for lunch, but he did make comments to several of the younger people that he could if he wanted to. I laughed, remembering how important it had seemed back then to get your license. At the end of class, Paden and Colin surrounded my desk as they often did to chat. I decided to ask Paden about Mitchell. "Do you know Mitchell?" I asked Paden. "From the JV team?" he asked. "Kind of. Why?" "He was asking a lot about you, earlier," I said. "He wanted to know if you were the guy he remembered from middle school." "Yeah, I remember him from middle school, too. He was really, really annoying. He's a punk. What'd he say about me?" "He just commented that he thought you were a really good soccer player, and he talked about how awesome you were at everything in middle school. He even mentioned that you were...uh...the biggest in the school." Paden flushed a little. "Ain't that the truth," Colin piped in. "Shut up, Colin," Paden said. "Just because I started growing before everybody else." "And kept on growing," Colin added. I laughed. "I don't know if he meant that or not," I said. "I'm sure he did," Colin said. "Paden is well known." Paden punched Colin in the arm. "Well, either way, it sounds like he really looks up to you," I said. "Oh well, whatever," Paden said. "He's pretty annoying." "Just thought I'd let you know, in case he started, like, following you around or something." I chuckled. Paden laughed. "Thanks." The bell rang, and the students filed out of the classroom, some of them were on their way to lunch, as was I. That night at practice, Aaron and I took a more active role, running up and down the field with the kids, helping them with dribbling, passing, and shooting. By the end of the day, we had as much of a workout as the students had. Back in the locker-room, I told Aaron that I was going to go ahead and take a shower there because I had to leave immediately after practice to meet some friends, and I didn't want to go sweaty. "Do you think that's okay?" Aaron asked. "I mean, showering with the students. I need to, too, but I dunno..." I paused. This had crossed my mind, and I had done a good job of keeping myself away from any of them. I spent as little time as possible in the locker room when they were changing, and I hadn't been alone with any of them since that night with Colin. "I think so," I said. "I mean, it's not like we're doing anything wrong. They see each other all the time, at least the ones who choose to shower. Besides, I really stink, and I'm not meeting anyone smelling like this. I kind of have to." Grayson, as usual, had already headed back to the school, so Aaron and I were the only coaches there, and even a few of the students had already taken off. A little more boldly than I should have done, I dropped my shorts in the office and pulled off my sweaty t- shirt. Naked, I walked out into the locker room to get a towel. The chatter of the students stopped suddenly as I appeared, and I felt many of them looking at me. I looked around, acting as natural as possible, knowing that they were checking me out, admiring my smooth upper body and the piece of large, Italian meat swinging between my legs. I looked around. I saw Colin staring at me; he swallowed hard. I had also caught Mitchell and Chaz looking. They looked away quickly when I noticed. Travis and Lyle also eyed me. I grabbed a towel and moved around to the Varsity side on my way to the shower. I made eye contact with Troy and Miles, who was trying very hard not to let his eyes travel down my body. I heard a couple of whispered, "Damns" and "Bigger than Paden." I grinned at this. "Shit, you have an awesome body, Mr. A," said Brad, one of the senior players. "Definitely," echoed several others, including Danny, one of the freshmen who had made Varsity. "Thanks," I said, entering the shower room. Paden and a few others were already in there. I recognized one of them as Peter, one of the guys who had been present at the infamous circle-jerk/cocksucking session in which Colin was the center of attention the year before. He did indeed have VERY large balls, larger than even mine or Todd's egg-sized nads. They hung very low in the heat of the shower. His cock, despite also hanging a little larger from the steam, hung several inches above the bottom of his sac. "Hey, Mr. A," Paden said cheerily over the sound of water hitting tile, as though it was often that he saw me naked in the shower after practice. "What's going on?" He was soaping up his body now; his dick, too, hung lower thanks to the heat. Mine was imitating his, as was my wrinkled sac. "Just gotta shower," I said, taking a spot next to him, as he was the only one who didn't seem to feel awkward at my presence. The others glanced nervously at me over their shoulders as they faced the wall. "I have to leave right after this, so there's no time to go home and shower." "Big date?" he asked with a wink. "Nah, actually," I admitted. "Friend's birthday dinner." "That's cool," he said, continuing to wash. I soaped up my body, rubbing my smooth chest and abs, before cleaning my crotch. I lifted my saggy nuts and washed under them, causing my soft, floppy cock to bounce around. I soaped up my hands and gripped my cock, I stroked down, cleaning the shaft and causing it to grow slightly larger. I noticed that several eyes were on me as I performed this task. Paden now stood under the showerhead without moving, letting the water run over his body, cascading off his limp cock. Peter, too, was looking at me. Others stole furtive glances over their shoulders, and a couple of the JV guys, whom I had never seen shower after practice, were filing into the room and quietly taking up places at empty showerheads around the walls. I knew that the attention from most of them was probably not sexual, only curious. They had never seen me completely naked before, and I did have an impressive body and cock. I wasn't surprised that they would be interested in looking at it, even if they didn't want to do anything about it. Of course, knowing that they were all looking at me didn't help keep my cock under control--I was getting hard. Rather than pop a full beercan thick boner in front of my students, I quickly rinsed my hair and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and dried off, making sure to get under my balls and my inner thighs. The constant touching made my cock throb and lengthen. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and my semi-hard cock poked noticeably against the cotton. I strode out of the shower room and past the Varsity lockers. Miles looked up as I passed. "Nice tent," he teased. "Thanks," I said, grinning and heading to my office. "Well that was interesting," I said, walking in and dropping my towel. Aaron's eyes immediately went to my dick, no doubt remembering our encounter in the hotel room. "What?" he asked, swallowing. "I don't think I've been stared at that much since I was in high school myself," I said, chuckling a little. "Big surprise there," he said. "Have you seen yourself?" I laughed, pulling my boxerbriefs on and arranging my meat inside them. Although I changed in the office every day, Aaron didn't see me, because he arrived at school already in his shorts and t-shirt, so he was usually out in the locker-room hurrying the kids up or out on the field. "I guess," I agreed. "I just didn't expect THAT much attention." Several of them had already seen me naked or at least heard about me, and it was they who seemed to ogle less. The others, some who had no idea what I even looked like shirtless, were no doubt caught off guard. It was they who stared and followed me into the shower. I didn't mind, though, I liked the attention, and despite my promise to myself not to do anything with them until at least after Winter Break, part of me hoped that my little display would open up more opportunities. Chaz and Mitchell, alas, did not seem to be among those most interested. Aaron watched as I finished getting dressed. He had apparently decided not to shower. I waited around until all of the students had gone, and then I said good bye to Aaron and left. The next morning, I woke up late, went for a run, and came home to shower. As I jogged into my driveway, I was surprised to find a truck I had only seen in the parking lot at school sitting there. Confused, I looked to the door of my house and saw a tall blond turning from the door and heading back down the steps. It was Aaron. "Hey, man," I shouted, approaching him. He looked up and stopped when he saw me. "Hey, Alex," he answered back as I met him on the steps. I was sweating from my run, and my t-shirt clung tightly to my body. I saw Aaron look at me. My eyes met his, and his face flushed. "What's up?" I asked, lifting the bottom of my shirt and exposing my abs to him as I wiped some sweat from my eyes. My nylon shorts, also soaked with sweat, clung to my legs, accentuating my bulge. "N-n-not much," he stammered. I dropped my shirt and met his gaze again. He looked away. I walked up to my door and unlocked it. "Wanna come in?" I asked. He followed me into the house, and I headed into the kitchen to get some water. Aaron stood in the living room. "So what's going on? What are you doing here?" I asked. "I was just in the neighborhood," he said slowly, as if he were as confused by his appearance at my house as I was. "I figured I'd stop by and see what you were up to." This didn't seem like a very likely excuse, given that Aaron and I had never hung out together outside of school before, and I had never even told him where I lived. There was no chance that he had just "been in the neighborhood" unless he had found my address on his father's faculty list and purposely made a trip to see me. "That's cool," I said. "Not really a lot going on this morning, though. I'm not even sure what my plans are later." "Ah, okay," Aaron said, and then stood silently. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and his blond hair was gelled, so that it stood up in the front. "Well, you're welcome to make yourself at home for a bit while I take a shower," I said. "I gotta get out of these clothes. There's probably a game on, if you want to watch it." I wasn't sure if he was a college football fan or not, but I figured that he probably was. "Thanks," he said. I headed upstairs to shower. I peeled my sweaty, clinging clothes from my body and tossed them into the corner of the bathroom. I climbed into the shower and washed the sweat from my body, paying special attention to my ass and crotch. I got out of the shower and walked into my bedroom. I changed into a pair of cargo shorts with my requisite boxerbriefs underneath and pulled on a t-shirt. Back downstairs, I found Aaron sitting on the couch watching as two football teams I didn't really care about played. My alma mater's game would be on later in the afternoon. I sat down next to him on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. I looked over at him, wondering what he was really doing there. I had a pretty good idea, but I wasn't sure if I was correct. We sat together in an uncomfortable silence for a while. We had never hung out together outside of school, so it was weird sitting there with him like we were friends. Finally, to break the silence, I offered him a beer. "Want a beer?" I asked, standing up. "Hell, yes," Aaron answered, seemingly relieved that I had broken the silence. I went to the kitchen, grabbed two beers and opened them, then rejoined Aaron on the couch. Aaron took a long swig from his bottle. The break in silence was short-lived, however, as we both sat, watching the game and drinking from our bottles. As we finished our second bottles and moved on to the third, Aaron seemed to relax and become more talkative. "Man, I wasn't sure if I should come by or not," he said. "I didn't know what you had going on today, or what you had going on last night. I didn't want to, like, interrupt anything." I chuckled. "Nah, nothing to interrupt this morning." "Slow night?" Aaron asked. "Not at all," I said. "She just couldn't stay." We both laughed. I took another drink and looked at him. "Why did you come by, anyway?" Aaron opened his mouth to answer, but just then, the phone rang. I answered it; it was a friend of mine, asking me when I was coming over to watch the game. I told him that I wasn't going to be able to make it and hung up. "Who was that?" Aaron asked. "Just a friend of mine," I said, "wondering if I was going to watch the game or not." "Are you supposed to go over to his house?" Aaron asked. "Nah," I said. "I don't feel like it. I'd rather relax at home, today." "Cool," Aaron said. "So why did you come over?" I pressed. "I don't really know," Aaron said, taking another long draw on his beer. "Oh really?" I said. "You must have wanted something. I know where your parents live; it'd be kind of hard just to be in my neighborhood." Aaron stared straight ahead and took another drink, finishing off his third bottle. "Can I have another beer?" he asked. "Sure," I said, standing up and purposely adjusting myself in front of him. I grabbed my crotch, gripping my soft cock with left hand and pulling it further left. "But you might want to ease up." I downed mine and went into the kitchen for two more. I sat back down on the couch and handed him his beer. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer. "I don't know," he said, putting his head in his hands. "What?" I asked. "You don't know what?" He sighed heavily. "I don't know what's wrong with me." I looked at him quizzically. He continued, "Ever since that night at the hotel, I find myself thinking about you randomly." He spoke quickly and wouldn't look at me. "Oh," I said. "That was a few weeks ago," I said. "Why now?" "Well, I thought I had it under control," he said. "And then yesterday, when you were parading around in the locker-room, I thought I was going to lose it," he finished. "You have one awesome fucking body and an amazing dick, Alex. I can't help thinking about it. What's wrong with me?" I chuckled a little. "There's nothing 'wrong' with you," I answered. "It's pretty natural to be curious, and it's not like I'm exactly shy about sharing what I have with other people." "Tell me about it," he said, shaking his head. We both took another swig of beer. "I'm not gay, though," he said suddenly. "Never said you were," I replied. "I'm not gay, either. I'm bi." "Really?" he said, seemingly surprised. "So you've done stuff with guys a lot, more than what we did that night." I laughed. "Oh yeah," I said, "definitely." "And with girls, too?" "Yep," I said. "Have you ever done anything with another guy and a girl?" he asked, turning toward me; his eyes twinkled with excitement. "All the fucking time when I was in college," I said. "One of my friends, another Italian dude named Alex, and I would double-team girls and guys." "No shit?" he asked disbelievingly. "That's fucking hot. I've never done anything like that, but I think it'd be hot." "It is, man," I said. "Nothing like two big-dicked guys working over the same hole." "Your friend was big, too?" he asked. "Yep, not as thick as me, but a big guy." "Shit," Aaron muttered. "That's crazy." "I guess so," I said, chuckling a little. "So what kinds of things did you guys do?" he asked. "Well, sometimes one of us would take the front while the other one took the back," I answered. "Then, we'd switch. Sometimes we'd switch before we came, sometimes after, so the one in the front always got sloppy seconds. It's pretty cool fucking some chick or dude doggy style while your bud fucks their face." Aaron's hand was lightly rubbing his crotch as I spoke. "What else?" he asked. "Another fun thing is one dude fucking some girl's pussy while the other one gets her ass." "Really?" Aaron asked, his hand rubbing harder on his denim covered cock. "Yep. I always got the pussy, though," I said. "No girl wanted me to shove this thing in her ass." I grabbed my crotch as I said this; Aaron made a slight noise. "How did you do a guy? There's no pussy to share!" I laughed. "No, but it's possible to get two dicks into one ass!" Aaron's eyes got wide. "What the fuck?" he said; his hand stopped on his crotch. "Yep," I said, nodding. "It isn't easy, but it's possible. Not many guys can handle it, but we met a few gay dudes who'd go for it. They like the challenge, I guess, of taking two big dicks. Most of the time, though, we'd just take turns fucking ass and mouth." "Damn," Aaron said. "That's so fucking hot." His hand was back to working on his crotch. "Yeah, man," I said. "It's so fucking tight, and it feels pretty good pressing your dick against your buddy's when you get into a rhythm pounding the hole." My own dick had been swelling and growing as the conversation went on, and the next time I got up to get another beer, a noticeable tent had appeared in my shorts. I had guessed from our last encounter that Aaron was a fan of porn, so in order to move things along, I said, "I have some videos showing dudes tag teaming chicks. Interested?" Aaron's eyes lit up. "Really? Fuck yeah!" I grinned and walked over to the TV. I opened the lowest cabinet in the entertainment center and rummaged through my porn, a decent collection of gay, straight, and bisexual material. I found a video that was a compilation of a bunch of 2-on-1 scenes and popped it into the DVD player. I grabbed the remote and sat back down on the couch. As the opening music played, Aaron leaned forward expectantly. His hand was now inside his pants, which were unbuttoned at the top. I leaned back on the couch with my legs spread and unbuttoned my shorts. Like the video that Aaron had at the hotel, the stars of this film were all young looking girls taking it from more than one guy at a time. My cock got harder as the film played, and finally I stood up and dropped my shorts and boxerbriefs. Aaron looked up at me, and his mouth dropped. My semi-hard cock bobbed heavily as it popped free from my underwear. I reached down and pulled on it a few times, before sitting down. I spread my legs again; my heavy balls sagged down onto the couch cushion. "Sorry, man," I said. "Things were getting a little tight." I winked at him, and he grinned stupidly at me. His eyes traveled down to my cock, which I was lazily stroking with my left hand while I cupped my nads with my right. "Why don't you take yours out, too?" I suggested. His cock had, I was sure, been hard and snaking down his right pant leg since before the video had even started. "Okay," he said, seemingly unsure, before he stood up, unbuttoned his pants the rest of the way and dropped his jeans and boxers. His 7.5-inch cock looked angry and swollen; it was red from being so constricted in his jeans. "Better?" I asked, now stroking my fully hard 9.5" prong. "Yeah," Aaron said. Then, he looked over at me as he sat down and shook his head. "Jesus, man," he said. "That thing is a monster." I grabbed it at the base and waved it in his direction. Precum was already oozing from my swollen cockhead. I rubbed the palm of my hand over my glans, smearing it with precum, and shuddered. When I pulled my hand away, a clear strand of fuckjuice clung to my palm, and my cockhead glistened. "He prefers to be called The Beast," I teased, stroking my left hand up the full length of my fat cock. Aaron continued to watch as I wrapped both hands around my cock and squeezed it. I began to thrust my hips, pushing my cock through my closed fists. I turned my attention back to the TV, but Aaron remained focused on me as I stroked my dick. A few minutes later, I broke his reverie by announcing, "This is one of my favorite scenes." Aaron looked up at the TV. "Watch this," I said. "These guys are going to double-fuck her pussy." We watched, stroking together, as the woman on the screen found her cunt stretched to the limit as two long, fat cocks slid into her slit. She moaned and screamed. Aaron and I stroked faster. "Have you ever done that?" he asked. "Nope," I said, breathing harder. "My buddy and I never found a girl slutty enough or brave enough to take both of us into her pussy at the same time. It's kind of a challenge," I joked. "No shit," he said, again looking back at my cock. I brought my left hand down the length of it to the base, and held it up, so Aaron could see it clearly. My cock stuck straight up, a 9.5x8-inch rod rising proudly from my curly bush of dark Italian hair. Aaron let go of his cock and did the same thing. I turned toward him on the couch. Without even putting our dicks together, it was obvious that mine was much larger than his. I heard him swallow hard. My cock continued to throb; precum oozed from the tip and dripped down the underside. I turned back to the TV and started stroking my cock again, my balls rising and falling on the cushion as I beat my meat with my colleague's son. Suddenly, I felt Aaron's hand on my thigh. I looked over at him. "Alex," he said breathlessly. "Can I touch your cock again? Please?" I grinned. "You sure you want to do that?" I asked. He nodded silently. I let go of my dick, and it slapped back against my stomach. Aaron reached for it; his fingers twitched as they got closer to my hot, swollen shaft. As his tips brushed my cock, I stopped him. "Hold on," I said. He looked surprised and disappointed. "What?" he asked. "I think it'll be easier for you to do this from the floor." "What?" he asked again, confused. I leaned forward and pushed the coffee table out of the way. I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs wide. "I said, I think that this will be easier if you get on the floor." My eyes locked on his eyes; I watched as he struggled with once again prostrating himself in front of me. Finally, he nodded and slipped off the couch. Now between my legs, I looked down at him, and he gazed at my cock. I grabbed my cock and pushed it down towards his face. Aaron reached up with both hands and gripped the slick shaft. I scooted forward, so that my cum-heavy nuts hung off the edge of the couch. I watched as the two guys on the TV double-fucked the woman's pussy; Aaron stroked my dick with both hands, sliding one all the way up and down the length of it, and then immediately following with the other. After a few minutes of Aaron stroking my cock with both hands, I grabbed one of them and put it on my balls. "Play with my nads while you stroke me," I said. "I'll cum faster." And more, I thought to myself. Aaron now jacked my dick with his left hand, working only the last few inches of my long, Italian shaft, focusing most of his attention on the sloppy head. With his right hand, he squeezed and pulled on my loose, wrinkled sac. I groaned loudly. I looked down at Aaron. His eyes were focused intently on my cock, and a look of concentration was on his face. He was taking this handjob very seriously. I could feel my load building up, and I started thrusting my hips a little in rhythm to his stroking. I began grunting and moaning as Aaron massaged my shaft and fondled my balls. As my sac tightened in his hands, Aaron redoubled his efforts on my meat. My breathing got faster, and I was now lifting my hips up off the couch as Aaron stroked me. "Oh fuck," I grunted through clenched teeth as my orgasm spread through my body. I grabbed onto the couch, pushing my body up as each wave of orgasm hit me. Before Aaron could respond, my first load of cum erupted from my cock and hit him squarely in the face. It was followed immediately by two more loads, which clung to his nose, chin, and lips. Aaron aimed my hose down, and the next 6 or 7 ropes of jism splattered on his chest and stomach. I sat back down on the couch, breathing heavily as my thick load of cream dripped down Aaron's face and upper body. He grabbed my softening cock and milked the last few drops of seed into his right hand. Then, he jerked his cock quickly with his right hand, while he rubbed my cum into his body with his left. I watched him jerk off, his eyes locked on my semi-hard cock, which still twitched and oozed a little onto the couch. A few minutes later, I heard him whimper, and then the sound of his cum hitting the bottom of the couch reached my ears. His breathing slowed as his orgasm subsided. We stayed in our places for several moments, me with my legs spread and Aaron kneeling between them. Finally, Aaron stood up. He looked a little embarrassed and tried to wipe my cum from his face. "That was pretty fun," I said, hoping to put him at ease. He blushed, but didn't say anything. "What? You didn't like it?" "No," he said quickly, sitting down. "I really did. Wow. I can't believe your dick, Alex. When I touch it, it's so big and heavy; it's so powerful. I can feel it. There's something about you, something about it. It like takes me over." "You aren't the first one to say that," I said truthfully. "I guess I just lucked out." "I guess so," he said. "Wow." After a few minutes, he said, "I think I made a mess on your couch." "That's okay," I said, "I think I made a bigger mess on you. Hold on, I'll get you a towel." I stood up and walked out of the room, my now soft cock swaying and bouncing as I headed to the bathroom to grab a towel. I tossed it at Aaron and sat back down on the couch. He started wiping my spooge from his body. "Man, if you cum like that every time, your bed must be a fucking mess." "My bed my bathroom, my carpet, my computer chair...," I trailed off. Aaron laughed. "It must have been tough growing up with that!" I nodded. "The first time I came like that, it was a big shock. I wasn't prepared for it. It got all over everything. It was a bitch cleaning it up, so my mom didn't find it! After that, I tried to be more careful." He laughed again. "How?" "Well, jacking off in the shower, or trying to aim at my chest instead of up in the air, or jacking into a condom." "You must have been one horny teenager," he said. I was a little surprised by his statement, but I said, "Yeah, I guess so, but aren't all teens?" "True," he said. I turned off the video, and switched to my college's football game, which had already started. After a few minutes of sitting together naked and watching the game, he said, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," I said. "What?" "You know how you were talking about your friend in college? How you two would double-team chicks and stuff?" "Yeah?" I said. "What about it?" "Would you consider doing that with me?" I didn't answer immediately, so he continued, speaking more and more quickly as he went on. "I mean, you know what I've said about your dick; you know you've got an amazing dick. And I'd really like to see it in action, you know? See what it's like when you fuck someone." I nodded my understanding. I had kind of expected this. "Would you do that with me?" he pressed. I wasn't sure whether to agree or not, but in the end, I decided it was no more dangerous than anything else I had done. At least Aaron was legal. Finally, I said, "Why not? Find the girl, and we'll do it." "Tonight?" he asked eagerly. "Sure," I agreed. "You find a girl and bring her back here tonight. If I approve of her, we'll do it." "Sweet," he said, standing up and putting on his clothes. "Tonight, then?" he asked again. "Yes! Tonight!" I said, laughing a little. "Sweet," he repeated as he finished dressing. "I'll be back." I shook my head as he ran to the door and was gone. I pulled my boxerbriefs and shorts back on and finished watching the game. I hadn't heard from Aaron as dinner approached, so I called some friends, and we got together for dinner. After dinner, they suggested going out to a bar, but I declined. Although I knew that going out would pretty much guarantee me getting pussy that night, I was more interested in finding out whether or not Aaron would show up with a girl willing to let us tag team her. I said bye to my friends and headed home. An hour or so after I got home, I heard a car pull into my driveway. I grinned, wondering whom Aaron had found. He knocked on the door, and I opened it to find him standing with a girl that I recognized: one of my students. My eyes got wide and my jaw dropped. She was a slight Hispanic girl named Elisa, no more than 5'4". She was one of several girls in class that I had thought was hot, but never imagined myself in a position of having sex with her. "Mr. A!" she said, surprised. Elisa had recently turned 17, and she had dark brown, wavy hair. She was rather thin with smallish breasts, proportional to the rest of her body. "What the hell?" I said. "You told me to find a girl!" Aaron said. "I found one." "I didn't mean one of my students," I said. "I didn't know, Mr. A!" Elisa said. "Aaron just asked me if I wanted to try something new with this friend of his. I didn't know it was you!" "Well, Elisa and I have been messing around since last year," Aaron explained, "and she had said before that she thought you were hot, so I asked her." "Jesus," I said. "She's one of my students, Aaron!" "So?" Aaron said. "Seventeen is legal age!" I had to admit that I thought Elisa was hot, and I had even had thoughts about having sex with her and some of the other girls in my classes. I had never thought I would have the opportunity, though, but now, here it was, unexpected just like with Paden and Colin. Should I take it? Elisa's small stature made me a little nervous. I wasn't sure if she would be able to handle me, and I had a feeling that her size was one of the reasons that Aaron chose her instead of someone else. The boys had told me that Aaron often talked about the girls in high school being hot, and there were rumors that he had dated a few, so I was sure that he had plenty to choose from if his goal was simply to hook me up with one of my students. I remembered his comment at the hotel about teachers having sex with students, so I knew that he liked that idea. Even more, though, I figured he liked the idea of little Elisa struggling to take in my beercan thick dick. "Are we going to do it or not?" Aaron asked. I nodded and stepped aside to let them in. "Let's go up to the bedroom," I suggested, and I led the two of them up the stairs... ******************* So what did you think? 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