Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2004 17:50:17 -0400 From: alessandro abbondanti Subject: mr. a and his boys: the boy next door Okay, so we're back to the crappy update schedule. Sorry, y'all. :( Teaching and taking classes have proven to take up more of my time than anticipated. To make matters worse, I'm leaving this week and won't be back until after the beginning of August. I hope to get some writing done while I'm away, so hopefully I'll be able to give you not only this update before I leave, but also an update upon my return. This episode fulfills a promise that I made to someone regarding a cameo appearance. I hope that he (and everyone else) enjoys it. Let me know what you think. As usual, I can never tell whether it's really hot to other people or not. If you missed it, I posted another story (non-Mr. A) in the adult- youth section a couple of weeks ago. It's called "Italian Soccer Coach". Check it out. Or you can join my Yahoo! Group and get the stories as soon as I finish them, including non-Mr. A stories as I write them. 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.) ******************* Neither Colin nor I realized it, but that night at the Club would be the last chance that we'd have to be together for some time. Everyone, myself included, was busy preparing for final exams, which took place the week after teaching Brad his lesson. On the last day of exams, Colin approached me. "Hey, Abs," he said, smiling. "What's up, Colin?" I asked him, smiling back. "Not much..." he responded. I looked at him, waiting to see what he had to say. "So summer, huh?" "Yep, summer. We finally get a break from all this. Any big plans?" "I have a lot to do this summer, actually," he said. "I gotta turn 15 and get my learner's. And I'm thinking about getting a job, so that I can buy a car next year. And I have a few family trips planned. And football stuff almost everyday. I'm actually leaving tomorrow for a couple of weeks." "Wow. You're busier than I am this summer! I'm pretty much planning to sit at home and do nothing except maybe play soccer occasionally. I'll probably go back to Daytona, too." I chuckled. "Oh yeah?" he said, grinning wickedly. "Gonna see that girlfriend of yours again?" I rolled my eyes. "I told you, she's not my girlfriend!" "Just someone you fuck, like those blond boys," he said. I didn't answer, not sure what kind of response he was hoping for. Did he want confirmation? Or did he already know? After a few moments, he continued, "It kinda sucks, though, me being this busy, 'cause it means that we won't really get to see each other this summer." I smiled at him and reached out to rub his arm. This was actually something that I had thought about before, but hadn't brought up. It would be difficult if not impossible to get together with Colin, Paden, or any of the other boys over the summer. It was risky enough when there was actually a semi-viable excuse for them to see me outside of class, namely that we needed to talk about school work; during the summer, however, with no classes going on, what possible reason would I be able to provide for having Colin or Paden over? "I know," I said, "but it'd be hard over the summer, anyway, since there's no way for us to see each other without people wondering why. You never know, though, and we can definitely still chat online and keep in touch." "Yeah, I guess," he said, looking down at the floor. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "It'll be fine," I said, kissing him on the forehead. He looked up at me, and I looked down into his hazel eyes, framed by long, black eyelashes. "And who knows? Maybe we'll find an excuse to get together." He smiled now. "Maybe we will," he winked at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. What did he have in mind? We stood together for a few minutes, and then he pulled away. "Okay, well, I better get going. I gotta pack and stuff." "Okay, sexy," I said, rubbing his shoulders. "You be careful this summer, and like I said, we'll definitely keep in touch. You're my boy, don't forget that." "Thanks, Abs," he said. "That means a lot." He grabbed his backpack and turned to walk out the door. I watched him leave, admiring the way his shorts pulled tightly across his muscular ass. I would definitely miss him. As a teacher, I had to return the following week, even though the students were gone, to take care of a number of end of the year tasks, turning in my keys, counting books, cleaning my classroom, etc. I returned home that Monday to find a moving van parked in the driveway of the house next to mine. I saw a man who looked to be in his mid- to late- 30s and his wife carrying some things off the van, so I walked over to introduce myself. "Hello," I called, walking up their driveway. They stopped and turned to look at me. The man was about 5'9" and looked to be in good shape. He was wearing just a t-shirt, which clung to his body from the sweat of moving boxes in the early summer heat of Florida. Through the translucent material of his wet, white t-shirt, I could see that his broad chest and flat stomach were hairy, and he had a noticeable coat of hair on his arms as well. His swarthy complexion told me that he was likely of Mediterranean descent. I approached him and held out my hand. "Hello," I said again, shaking his hand; he had a firm grip. "My name is Alessandro, but most people call me Alex. I live next door here." "Nice to meet you," he replied. "My name is Tony, and this is my wife Cristina." Cristina, too, was very attractive for her age. She was small and fairer skinned than Tony with long, wavy black hair. She held out her hand, and I shook it gently. "So good to meet you," she murmured, smiling and looking me over. I smiled back. "So what brings you here?" I asked them. "I got transferred here about a month ago," Tony replied, "and I've been staying in a hotel and looking for a place to buy while waiting for my wife and son to join me. We wanted to wait to move officially until he graduated, so that he wouldn't have to abandon his friends a month before school got out." "You have a son?" I repeated. "That's cool. Where is he?" "Dean's driving down a little later this week," Cristina answered. "He wanted to spend a few final days with his friends before coming here. And he'll only be here for a couple of months before he leaves for college." She sighed sadly. "Don't forget his girlfriend," Tony interjected. "I'm pretty sure that's the real delay." I chuckled. "Is Dean your first child?" I asked. "Only child!" she said. "My wife's having some trouble letting go," Tony chuckled, "but I told her that he'd be fine. He's a good kid, smart. He graduated a year early." "Very cool," I said. "What about you?" Tony asked. "Do you have a wife or kids?" I laughed. "No, no, not yet, anyway," I said. "I'm not quite ready to settle down." I winked at Tony. He smiled at me. "Yeah, I can see that you're still a little young for that. Cristina and I got married right out of college and had Dean a year later." That made Tony about 40-years- old, I figured, but he really didn't look it. Neither did his wife. "Y'all need any help?" I asked, looking from one to the other. "No, that's okay," he said. "I think that we got it. Thanks, though!" "Alright," I said. "I'm gonna head home, then. See you all later." I waved at them and went home. My last day at school was the following Wednesday, after which I was pretty much free for the remainder of the summer. Upon my return from school on Wednesday, I noticed a Jeep Wrangler parked in my neighbor's driveway, which hadn't been there before. I assumed it belonged to their son. I looked around to see if I could get a glimpse of him, but he didn't seem to be outside. Thursday, I woke up and prepared to head to a nearby park where I knew that some locals and university students gathered to play soccer in the afternoon. I left shortly after noon wearing my soccer gear, including my Umbro shorts and shirt. Once outside, I heard the water running next door and looked over to see a very attractive brown-haired young man washing his Jeep. This, I assumed, was Dean. Dean was taller than his parents, about as tall as I was, and very well built, about 175 pounds. He had the same swarthy skin as his father, but didn't appear to be as hairy. I approached his driveway and called out, "Hi!" He stopped washing his Jeep and turned around when he heard me. After seeing me, he turned off the hose and came over. He was a younger, more muscular version of his father, and this image was only reinforced by the fact that he was wearing a white t-shirt, wet from the car wash, which clung tightly to his body, reminding me of his father's appearance a couple days earlier. "'Sup?" he said, approaching me and holding out his hand. "Not much," I said, "about to go play some soccer. My name's Alessandro, but I go by Alex." "Nice to meet you, Alex," he replied, looking me over the way that his mother had before. His gaze lingered momentarily on my crotch, which I knew showed a nice bulge in the nylon soccer shorts. "I'm Dean. My parents mentioned meeting you." "I figured," I said. "Your parents told me that you'd be here this week. You're earlier than I expected." "Yeah, well, the only reason I was waiting really was 'cause of my girlfriend, but she was being a total bitch and we ended up in a big fight, so I just left early." "Man, that sucks," I said sympathetically. "She was probably just trying to make it easier to deal with you leaving." "Then she should have put out, man," he said, chuckling. "She could have helped me out by taking care of this," he said and reached down to grab his meat through his cargo shorts. He looked to have a good handful. I laughed. "True, true. I know the feeling." "Damn women," he said. I grinned. "Yep. Well, I gotta take off, but I'll be back in a couple hours. See you later." "Aight," he said. "I'm gonna get back to washing my car. Later." He turned to walk back up the driveway, and I noticed that he had a very nice, round bubble butt. I got in my 4runner and left for the park. On the way, I thought about Dean. He said that he had a girlfriend, but he had definitely checked me out as much as I had checked him out. Was he interested? Perhaps, but I didn't want to assume too much. He was certainly hot, even if he wasn't interested. He had dark hair and eyes, olive skin, and a very nice body. I would have to try to get to know him better, which I imagined wouldn't be too difficult since he was new in town without any friends, and I was still young enough to connect with him. I returned a few hours later to find Dean sitting on his porch; he was scowling. I was very sweaty from playing soccer and had removed my shirt, which was currently tucked into the back of my shorts. I approached Dean's house and waved. "What's going on?" I shouted to him. He got up off the porch swing, sighing heavily and came over to me. "I'm an idiot is what's going on," he answered. I chuckled. "What do you mean?" "I was washing my car and shit, and then went inside to get some rags to dry it. When I came back out, I locked the door, but I don't have a key yet and my car keys are still inside, so I'm locked out and fucking bored 'cause I can't go anywhere. I dunno when my parents are gonna be back, either." He sighed again. "So you've been out here this whole time?" "Pretty much, yeah," he said. "Florida is fuckin' hot, by the way." I had noticed that he looked sweatier than when I left him. "But I managed to keep cool by spraying myself with the hose." He smiled sheepishly. "Looks like you had a good workout," he said, checking out the sweat that was dripping in small rivulets down my chest, soaking the waistband of my Umbros. "Yeah, I did," I said. "I love playing, I gotta say. I think soccer is the best sport. Requires more conditioning and stamina than the others." I paused, lifting my arm a little. "Of course, now I smell like hell." He laughed. "Yeah, I can smell you from over here." "Shut up, punk," I replied, grinning. "If you think you can handle the smell, you're welcome to wait in my house for your parents to return. I have air conditioning...and beer." He grinned broadly. "Really? Thanks, man, that'd be awesome." I motioned for him to follow me and led him into my house. I pointed to the living room and the kitchen. "Drinks are in the fridge," I said, "and feel free to watch TV or whatever. I'm gonna head upstairs to take a shower. I really do reek." "Alright, Alex. Thanks," he said. I headed upstairs to shower, thinking about our brief exchange earlier. Dean had a girlfriend, which meant that he wasn't gay, but based on what he said, it sounded like she hadn't ever put out or hadn't put out in for some time, which probably meant that he was horny. Without a doubt, I had seen him checking me out, but I didn't know if that was just the usual response that I got even from a lot of straight guys or if there was some interest in doing more than just looking. No harm in trying, I thought to myself, smiling a little. After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed downstairs. My cock, which was distended more than usual in its flaccid state thanks to the heat of the shower and the attention I gave it while drying off, created a noticeable, but not too big tent several inches down from my waist in the soft cotton panel. I headed into the kitchen first and grabbed a beer. I saw Dean's t-shirt draped over one of the chairs and heard the water in the downstairs bathroom running. I walked by the bathroom and nearly ran into Dean as he flung the door open and came out. "Whoa! Sorry!" he said, his eyes traveling up and down my body before coming to rest on the protuberance in my towel. I reached down and absently scratched myself, allowing him to get a clearer glimpse of how much I was hanging. "Whatcha doin?" I asked him, taking notice of his smooth, broad pecs. His nipples were small and brown and hard. He had a dark treasure trail leading from his navel down into his cargo shorts. Although his six-pack wasn't as defined as my own, given that Dean wasn't as toned as I was, he had a flat, muscular stomach. "Just thought I'd freshen up a bit," he said. "I probably smelled a little, too, after washing the car all day." He laughed nervously, looking me in the eye again. "That's cool," I said, walking back to the bathroom. "I realized that all my clean underwear was in the dryer, so I came down to get a pair," I said, taking a drink of my beer. I walked back to the living room and Dean followed me. I sat my beer down on the table. "I'll be right back." Dean sat down on the couch, and I left the room. I grabbed a pair of underwear, trunk- style boxerbriefs, out of the dryer and pulled them on, throwing the towel on the floor. I headed back into the living room; my endowment strained against the lycra-cotton material of the trunks, sagging heavily between my legs. "Much better," I said, deliberately pausing in front of Dean before walking to the couch and sitting down. "Uh...is that all you're gonna wear?" he asked, blushing. "Yeah, I usually hang out at home in my underwear," I replied, turning to look him in the eyes. "Sorry. Does it make you uncomfortable?" Dean seemed a little flustered. "No, I guess not," he stammered. "Not like I've never seen another dude in his underwear or naked before." "Cool," I said, reaching for the remote. I noticed that there were already two empty beer bottles on the table and Dean had a third in his hand. "Damn, boy, you drink fast!" I exclaimed. He laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said. "I just don't get the chance to drink very often. My parents are very protective." "Parents can be so irritating sometimes," I joked. "Actually trying to do what's best for you and all." "I know, but c'mon," he said. "I'm going away to college in a few weeks. I mean, I know that I just turned 17 last month, but what are they gonna do while I'm in school?" "You're only 17?" I said, acting surprised. "Yeah. Why?" "I just thought that you were older, since you just graduated and are going to college soon." "Nah," he said. "I graduated a year early." "Smart guy, huh?" "Something like that." He laughed. "Well that's cool. Where you going to school?" I asked. "Surprisingly, Florida State," he said. "That's part of the reason that my dad was transferred here, so that they could be closer and that we could eventually get in-state tuition." "That's cool," I said. "I was a Nole back in the day." I finished the last of my beer and got up to get another, bringing Dean one as well. "So you'll be heading up north soon, then." "Yep," he said, "maybe it'll be cooler up there." I laughed. "During the summer? No way. Maybe during the fall and winter, though." "What about you?" Dean asked. "What do you do?" "I'm a teacher," I said. "No shit!" he shouted, obviously surprised. I smiled. "Yeah, I am. Why?" "I never had a teacher like you," he said, raising the beer bottle to his lips and looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "What do you mean?" I prodded. "Well, even my younger teachers didn't seem as cool as you," he said. "Not that I know you that well, but I know that none of them were off playing soccer during the summer!" "I guess that I'm not the typical teacher type," I said, "but I do enjoy what I do." "Never had a teacher that looked like you, either." I blushed a little, in spite of having heard that many times before. "Thanks," I said. "Seriously," he continued, apparently emboldened by the alcohol. He turned toward me. "You have an awesome body. I mean, I workout and have a good body, but yours is amazing. Just your abs alone, man, and your..." he trailed off. "My what, Dean?" I said, meeting his gaze. He blushed and looked away. "Well?" "Alex," he said, "I gotta tell you that I'm a pretty big guy, and you're the first dude I've ever seen who fills out a pair of underwear like I do." I smiled and took a drink of my beer, then looked away. We were silent for a few moments after that. I brought my leg up so that my knee was resting on the couch and my legs were spread. Dean glanced surreptitiously in my direction several times, and then looked back at the TV. I yawned and stretched, causing my abs to flex. He grunted, "Geez." "What was that?" I asked. "Sorry," he said, "I'm not a fag, but I can't I keep from looking at you. Your abs are just fucking amazing." "It's cool, dudes look at me all the time. Straight dudes and gay dudes." "Seriously?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said. "I know that you've checked out the other dudes in the locker-room to see how you measured up. Most guys do. I'm used to it, whether they're just admiring my body from an aesthetic perspective and out of appreciation for my hard work or because they want me to do 'em." He chuckled. There was another brief silence before he said, "Alex, I would really like to feel them. Your abs." I flexed my stomach for him again, and reached for his left hand. "Go right ahead, man," I said, bringing his hand to my stomach. I laid his palm flat on my abdomen and began to rub it up and down, his fingers trailing lightly over the rectangular ridges of my muscular stomach. I moved his hand closer to the waistband of my underwear; his arm tensed. I looked at him, and then down at my crotch; his eyes followed mine. I looked at him again and raised my eyebrow, smiling just slightly. I felt him relax, and I slid his hand down over the mound of meat cradled in the stretched material of my black trunks. I covered his hand with my own and wrapped his fingers around the semi-hard tube of my rapidly swelling cock. Dean groaned. "You like that, Dean?" I asked him, letting go of his hand. I reached up and brushed his hair back; he didn't remove his hand from my cock. He licked his lips nervously. "I'm...I'm not gay," he stammered. "I have a girlfriend, but there's something...I can't help it." "That's okay, Dean," I said, reaching up to place my hand behind his head, pulling his head toward me. "I'm not gay, either." I kissed him on the mouth. He resisted and tried to pull away, but I didn't let go of his head; his hand tightened on my cock. He finally relented, and I slid my thick tongue between his lips, invading his mouth. He moaned. Our tongues slid back and forth over each other, fighting, mine repeatedly entering his mouth. Dean got off the couch and dropped his cargo shorts and boxers. I wasn't surprised to see that he was already hard, but I was a little shocked to see that he was, indeed, also a big boy. His dick was about 9 inches long, perhaps a little more, and thick, although not as thick as my beer-can sized tool. He looked at me with his lust-filled eyes, gawking at my body. "I love your body," he murmured, climbing on me and straddling me. He sat down on me, his round, bubble butt nestled down on my growing cock, and his own thick prong laid heavily on my chest and stomach. As Dean started feeling me up, I lifted my arms and locked my fingers together behind my head. Dean's hands explored my shoulders and upper-body, squeezing my pecs together, massaging them with his large hands. He leaned in and kissed me on the neck, softly biting at my shoulders; he sucked gently on my Adam's apple. Dean kissed his way over my right shoulder to my right armpit. He buried his face in my pit and began licking at it, gently lapping up the sweat that had collected there during our conversation. He moaned loudly, lapping at my pit, and then kissed his way up my arm, licking my bicep and tricep. I brought my arm down and flexed for him, showing him the hard, round mound of my bicep. He mouthed it sloppily, licking and kissing my muscle. He pressed himself down against my hard dick, at the same time pressing his own dick against me. My cock was now completely hard and strained obscenely against the tight lycra-cotton material of my underwear. Dean lifted himself up slightly, and I reached down to slip my underwear off. He sat back down on my lap, my now hard pole rising up to nestle against his smooth, round ass cheeks. I lifted my arms again, and Dean gave the same treatment to the left side as he had done to the right. He also started grinding on me, rubbing his ass up and down on my dick, which slipped between his cheeks. I reached down to grip his firm ass, squeezing his cheeks around my fat Italian sausage. He continued writhing on top of me, my dick sliding easily between his cheeks, slicking his hairless crack with my precum. After licking my left armpit and bicep, Dean began a slow descent down my body, licking and sucking on my chest and nipples. He nibbled each small, dark nub, sucking on them gently; he kissed that small hollow place between my pecs, and then slid the rest of the way down my body until he knelt between my legs. I spread my legs wide for him, and my large, cum heavy eggs sagged down on the couch; my throbbing, swollen cock rose up against my abs. Dean kissed each one of my abdominal muscles, carefully avoiding my cock which split them down the middle. I scooted down so that my balls now hung off the edge of the sofa. Dean stopped suddenly and looked up at me, as if waiting for directions. I smiled down at him, running my fingers through his wavy brown hair. "Don't you want to help me out, Dean?" I asked, reaching down to lazily stroke my very thick, very swollen cock. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally saying, "God yes," he said, "I do. But why? What's wrong with me? I have a girlfriend..." "Sure you do, but you ditched her 'cause she wouldn't put out, remember?" I said. "And there's nothing wrong with you, dude. You're not the first straight dude to go queer for my cock. Just go for it. Don't blue ball me like your chick did you." I placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled his face forward; he offered no resistance, and I planted his face in my wrinkled sac. "Lick my nads, Dean," I said. "Go on. Suck my balls." I felt him breathe in deeply, smelling me, and then tentatively stick out his tongue. The tip of it touched my left nad first. He slid his tongue under my left nut and lifted it, weighing my hefty orb on it. Then, he sucked my nut into his mouth and started licking and sucking on it before switching to the right one. He moaned contentedly, slurping and slobbering on my substantial nutsac. "That's it, Dean-o," I said, "eat my fucking sac." I groaned, leaning my head back. I looked down at him, enjoying the hungry grunts and slurping noises he made as he sucked on my balls. I gripped my dick in my hand again and slapped it down on the top of his head, splattering some precum in his hair. "Now for the main course," I said. He looked up at me, spit and slobber coated his chin and upper lip; his mouth hung open. I slapped my cock against his face, repeatedly beating him with my fat club. I dick whipped him over and over, slamming my heavy meat against his cheeks and on his lips, leaving red marks with each strike. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back; he opened his mouth. I placed the head of my cock on his lower lip. His tongue snaked out and he lapped at the precum which was streaming copiously from my swollen cockhead. He started licking faster, tasting my salty prejizz, swirling his tongue all over the arrowhead-shaped tip of my dick. He leaned forward and closed his lips around the head, locking them tightly behind the crown of my glans, and took my thick shaft in his hands. He stroked and squeezed my cock, coaxing more precum onto his tongue, while he nursed on my dick head. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding on to his head, and pulling him down on me. I fed my cock into his virgin mouth, watching his lips gape open around it, struggling to accept my huge prick. My bulky endowment slowly disappeared into his mouth. Dean sucked on my cock, stroking the several inches of shaft that were not in his mouth. "That's it, cocksucker, eat my meat," I grunted, pulling down more forcefully on his head, trying to make him take more of me. He struggled, but I didn't let go of his head. I felt my cockhead reach the back of his throat. He beat his hands against my thighs and tried to push on them for leverage to raise himself up, but my grip on his head remained firm. "I don't think so, Dean-o," I said. "You wanted it, now you get all of it. You have the honor of being my cum dump today." Dean moaned loudly and swallowed; his throat opened, and I pushed in. He gagged; I didn't care. He pulled back suddenly, his teeth scraping the bottom of my cock. "Mother fucker," I shouted, letting go of his head. He pulled all the way off my cock. "What the fuck?" I said. "Don't be such a fag." The irony of my statement wasn't lost on me, and I chuckled a little. "I'm sorry, Alex," he said, "but I couldn't breathe!" "I don't fucking care," I said. "You're my cocksucker today, so get back to sucking my cock." I stood up, so that I was towering over him as he knelt in front of me. I grabbed my cock and pushed it down toward his mouth again. The tip touched his lips, leaving a small pearl of precum. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then opened his mouth and took me back in. I knew that he wouldn't be able to take all of me, and I wasn't going to risk a scrape again, so I fed him as much as I could, and began a slow, deliberate face- fuck. Dean placed his hands on my hips and felt up my ass. I pulled back and then thrust my hips forward, fucking his face with my thick Italian meat. He still gagged when I pushed my cock into his throat, but I continued my assault on his mouth, watching his lips grow red and puffy from the friction and the tension of being stretched so wide around my pole. Dean held onto my ass, feeling my cheeks flex as I thrust; I held onto his head, holding it in place while I pounded his mouth. My saggy balls swung up and hit him repeatedly on the chin. I continued battering Dean's mouth, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts. My movements became instinctual as my orgasm approached; the need to cum superceded any cognitive thought on my part. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna bust." Dean let go of my cock, stroking the slick shaft quickly in his hands. "Do it, Alex," he moaned, rubbing my cockhead on his lips. "Feed me your cum." He opened his mouth and placed my oozing cockhead on the tip of his outstretched tongue. I looked down at him; he was gazing up at me, awaiting my load. My dick throbbed; my balls contracted. I bent my knees slightly, arching my back; my legs shook, and I let out a loud groan. The first volley of cum erupted from my piss slit, a long string of thick, white jism that shot directly into the back of his throat. Dean choked and turned his head quickly. The next shot splattered against his right cheek, followed by two more. Another and another flew up in an arc and landed in a string across the top of his head, sticking in his brown hair. Dean took my dick head between his lips, and I finished shooting in his mouth. Dean swallowed as much of my load as he could, but when I slipped my deflating cock from his mouth, I noticed that some of my thick cream had oozed out of the side of his mouth and was dripping down his chin. I flopped my heavy, softening cock against his face, smearing my cum around. He lifted my cock up and stuck out his tongue, swirling it all over my smooth, meaty shaft, cleaning me. I began to grow again. I'm not sure why, but I was hornier than usual and was ready to go again almost immediately after feeding my seed to Dean. I think that a huge part of the turn-on for me was the fact that Dean, as far as I knew, was straight. He said that he had never done anything with a guy before, and I knew that he had a girlfriend. The idea that my appearance--my body and my looks--and my endowment had made a straight man want to fag out on my cock was an incredible aphrodisiac. Dean hadn't cum, yet, but I didn't really care about that. As far as I was concerned, Dean was there for me to use to get off. If he got off along the way, good for him. If he didn't, who cared? I looked down and saw that his large dick was sticking straight up, still very hard and swollen. It looked sticky and wet from the precum, which had been trickling continuously from his mushroom head. "Oh my God," he moaned, rubbing my again hard dick over his lips and face. I smiled, seeing my cum dry and clump on his cheeks and in his hair. "I can't believe how fat your cock is," he purred, kissing the sensitive underside of my glans. "And that you're already hard again." "I can't believe you're claiming to be straight," I said half-jokingly, reaching down to stroke my dick. "The way you attacked my cock like that." Dean blushed, but his eyes remained focused on my cock, which throbbed and twitched in front of his face. "I am straight," he said. "I just...there's something about you. Even when I saw you this morning I was like, 'Damn, he's hot' and that's never happened to me before. Then, when I saw you without your shirt, it just got worse, and when you stood there in just your underwear...I just couldn't resist." "And the beer probably helped," I joked. He smiled. "Yep." He took over the task of stroking my dick while I stood in front of him, my legs spread slightly and my hands on my sides. My balls hung pendulously between my legs. I thrust my hips slightly, fucking myself through his stroking fists. After a few minutes of this, I whispered hoarsely, "Dean..." "Yeah?" he responded. "I want to fuck you," I said. He stopped stroking me and looked up. "What? I can't. There's no way," he said nervously. "Sure you can. You're a strong guy. You can handle it. C'mon, Dean. I really wanna be in your ass." He whimpered. "Don't you want to make me happy?" I smiled at him, running my fingers through his hair, separating some of the clumps of dried cum. "Will it hurt?" he asked. I laughed loudly. "Have you seen my cock?" I winked at him. "It'll hurt at first, but then you'll love it. Think about when you fucked a girl for the first time. Did she think it hurt?" "Yeah, she did, and I'm not even as thick as you." "But then did she like it?" "Hell yeah," he said. "Then I think it's time that you learned what it's like." Dean answered with a quiet "Okay." I pulled Dean to his feet and turned him around to sit on the couch. I then knelt in front of him between his legs. He looked surprised at first to see me in that position. I just winked at him, letting him wonder what was going to happen. I started by licking his balls, which were noticeably smaller than my own, and then licked up the underside of his long cock. His body spasmed, and he sucked in his breath sharply. I smiled at him as I swept my tongue over the sensitive head of his cock, swirling it all around. I pulled down on his balls, forcing his cock to point more directly at my mouth, and then took him in. I slowly worked my way down the entire 9" length of his cock, taking him into my throat. He involuntarily thrust his hips off the couch as his swollen cockhead slid into the tight confines of my throat. He whimpered and his whole body twitched again. I had a feeling that he had never been deep-throated before. Keeping a tight grip on his balls to ensure that he didn't cum, I bobbed up and down on his dick a couple of times, allowing it to slip in and out of my throat. He was breathing heavily and grunting. I pulled off of his cock and said, "Next time, that's what you're going to do to me, I don't care how much you choke." Grabbing his hips, I pulled his ass to the edge of the couch. Then, I placed my arms under his thighs and lifted his legs, pushing them up to his chest to expose his smooth ass crack and tight hole. I leaned in and started licking the crack of his ass, flattening my tongue and dragging it up and down his hairless cleft. "Oh God," he muttered, grabbing onto his thighs and pulling his legs further apart. I continued licking up and down his crack, zeroing in on his hole. I teased his hole with the tip of my tongue, never quite touching it, but swirling it around his puckered ass in lazy circles. The closer I got to his tight rosebud, the more he shuddered. Finally, I pointed my tongue and flicked it repeatedly against his hole. I placed my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, burying my face in his boypussy. Using the index finger of my right hand, I prodded gently at his hole, causing it to open up. I slid my tongue into his hole, which tightened around me. I tongue-fucked him, sticking my tongue into his ass and then pulling it out before shoving it back in. I lubed his ass with my tongue and spit; I could feel the muscle of his sphincter relaxing as I licked and rimmed his hole. I replaced my tongue with two fingers, with which I sought his prostate. I slid them into his hole, twisting them to stretch him for my fat prick. I found his g-spot and jabbed my fingertips against it, massaging it from the inside. He groaned loudly, and his dick twitched, oozing a load of precum onto his abs. I slid a third finger into his hole; Dean screamed. I reached up and started stroking his cock to relax him, rubbing my thumb and forefinger of my left hand over his cockhead as I finger fucked three fingers of my right hand into his tight hole. His ass was twitching and gripping my fingers, alternately pulling me in and trying to push me out. Having slid my fingers from his hole, I bent down to apply some more spit to his hole. I spit on my hand and stroked my cock, lubing it with spit and precum. I then knelt between Dean's legs; he continued holding them up, his knees to his chest and his ass spread for me. I rubbed my dick up and down the crack of his ass, teasing him with my flared cockhead just as I had teased him with my tongue earlier. I placed the tip of my dick against his ass and let it rest there, throbbing against his wet opening; his hole quivered, and I pushed forward. I felt Dean's whole body tense beneath me as I increased the pressure on his sphincter, causing it to collapse in order to accept me. I reached down and stroked his dick, trying to distract him from the pressure on his ass. I looked right into Dean's face and saw that his eyes were closed. "Look at me," I barked, suddenly breaking the silence. "I want to watch your face when I pop your cherry," I said. He opened his eyes, and I met his gaze. I shoved forward, forcing my dick into his hole. He screamed, but kept his eyes locked on mine. His mouth fell open, and then his eyes rolled back into his head. I smirked, feeling his ass open to receive me, the muscle of his sphincter stretching, his ass ripping as I busted through his cherry pussy. Dean was panting heavily, choking back tears; I continued feeding my thick stalk into his no longer virgin hole. His ass trembled around my invading prick; Dean's head fall back onto the couch behind him when my broad cockhead slid over his prostate for the first time. He moaned. "Wasn't it worth the pain?" I asked, finally bottoming out inside him, my balls resting on his smooth cheeks. I started rotating my hips, screwing myself into him and opening his hole even further, applying constant pressure to his g-spot. Dean looked at me and let out a strangled moan of approval. I lifted myself up to prepare for the actual fuck; Dean was still on the couch. I placed his legs on my shoulders to hold them up and pressed my hands down against his chest for leverage. I slid part of the way out of his spread ass and then pushed back in, beginning a slow, deliberate fuck of his pussy-ass. I pulled all the way out and then shoved my fat rod back in, long-dicking his straight hole, giving him more time to get used to me. Dean slumped down on the couch, his head lolling backwards. "You like that, Dean?" I asked, picking up the pace of my fuck. "Yes, yes!" he grunted. "So full." "Want me to fuck you harder, Dean?" I asked. "Want me to use your ass?" "YES!" he shouted, looking me in the eye again. "Pound me, Alex!" I smirked and started pounding him harder, sliding only a couple inches of cock out of his hole before slamming it back in. My balls slapped against his ass, making a loud sound on each downward thrust. Dean and I were both grunting noisily now as I reamed his ass, hammering my dick in and out of his stretched out boypussy. Dean's ass caressed my cock, which remained mostly buried inside him as we fucked. Yanking my cock out of his ass suddenly, I pulled Dean to his feet and turned him around, bending him over the couch. Dean showed his ass to me; he had one knee on the sofa and his other foot planted on the ground. His hole gaped open, well stretched from the fuck so far. I bent behind him, aiming my dick back at his hole, and shoved it back in him. I drove my cock into him, all 9.5" of my fat meat, with one hard thrust. He yelled out and buried his scream in my sofa cushions as my cock ripped through his rectum and was planted deep in his guts. I leaned over him, resting my weight on his back. I wrapped one hand around his waist and grabbed on to his 9-inch dick. I started fucking him again, using his long, 17-year-old dick as a handle to pull him back onto me, repeatedly impaling him on my swollen pillar. I squeezed his dick hard, jerking him off while pulling him back against me again and again. He groaned loudly, pushing his ass back onto me, trying to take more of me inside him. I leaned over him, pressing my mouth to his ear. I growled into his ear, "You like that, baby? You like letting me use your ass? Fucking you like a bitch. Bet you didn't think that you'd be giving up your cherry to some guy you just met." I felt a chill run down his body as I said these words to him. I nibbled his earlobe. He whimpered. I stood up straighter, lifting myself from his back, and then grabbing onto his hips, I continued my fuck of his ass. I slid from his ass again and laid him down on the floor on his back. "I like to see your face when I fuck you," I muttered, pushing his legs up to his chest again. I re-entered his well-used hole, sliding right in to the root of my cock. His legs rested on my shoulders again, and I put my weight on him. I grabbed his hands and held them together above his head, pinning Dean to the floor while I continued to breed his hole. As I started my rabbit fuck of his ass again, I felt his ass spasm and twitch; his face contorted. "Oh God," he moaned. His dick twitched against my stomach, rubbing against my hard abs, and I felt him unload, emptying his Italian teen balls on our chests and stomachs. I stared into his face, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, watching his lips part slightly and curl as he shot. "Nice," I grunted, continuing my drilling of his ass. I watched his face twist again, a mixture of pleasure and pain alternately passing over his smooth visage. "That's my boy. Show me how much you love having my big Italian cock inside your virgin ass." Dean started bucking his hips up, meeting me thrust-for-thrust and arching his back off the floor. I still held his arms pinned down above his head as Dean writhed beneath me; I buried my face in his shoulder and groaned, "Fuck!" I was about to shoot. I pulled all the way out of Dean's ass and then plowed my way back in one last time, driving my cock balls deep inside him. My balls, pressed against his ass, tightened in my wrinkled sac. Dean groaned, "Oh yes," as he felt my cock expand inside him. I saw his eyes focus on my face, watching it contort from the pleasure of my orgasm, which spread quickly throughout my body. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and shot. My cock jerked inside him, unloading stream after stream of my thick white cream inside him, dropping pools of cum in his torn up hole. I let go of Dean's hands and opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, smiling broadly. I gently slid my softening cock from his ass and rolled off of him, sweat and cum covered both our bodies. "Whew," I said, catching my breath. "That was amazing," Dean said, reaching down to touch his sore, raw ass. He winced. "I could feel you so deep in me, and I could feel each shot of cum." "Glad you liked it...straight boy." I laughed, and so did Dean. "Yeah, I know, but I gotta admit, I enjoyed being your bitch. Something about you, man," he said, turning to look at me. "I don't think I could do it with anyone else." "That's what you say now," I said, winking. He chuckled. "Well, you should probably get cleaned up and head home. Your parents are probably back by now and wondering where you are." We both sat up; some of my cum oozed from Dean's ass onto the carpet. "Sorry," he muttered. I laughed loudly. "It's more my fault than yours!" I said. I looked up at the bay window which faced out onto my porch and thought I saw a shadow move quickly away from the window. The blinds were slightly open, but I couldn't tell if someone had been there or if it was my imagination, perhaps a shadow from a tree blowing in the wind. "Did you see that?" I asked, gesturing toward the window. Dean turned to look at the window. "What?" He got up and wandered to the window. "I don't see anything," he said. "Shit, my parents' car is back. I wonder how long they've been home." "I dunno," I said, "but you get dressed and go home before they get too worried." Dean pulled on his underwear and shorts, and then got his t-shirt from the kitchen. I walked with him to the door, having pulled on my own underwear again. "It was nice meeting you," I said, smirking. "You made my day." "Thanks," he said. "I gotta admit, I never expected this today, but it was fucking awesome." He walked down the steps and across the lawn toward his house. I shut the door and headed upstairs to take another shower. ******************* So how did you feel about this one? It fulfills one of the promised cameos, so I hope it was hot. Let me know. This is the beginning of Mr. A's first summer after becoming a teacher. There are two more episodes definitely planned for the summer, including perhaps a return visit to Daytona and another cameo. There might be a couple of others, depending on time and any response to this story as to what else people might want to see. Then, Mr. A returns for his second year of teaching, and gets to meet a few new boys. 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