Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 23:39:09 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: after homecoming

Wow. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I'd offer the usual apologies, but you
already know about how much time I spend on my job, which unfortunately
doesn't include writing erotica.

I had intended for this chapter to be longer and to encompass more than the
single sex scene that's included, but it's been so long since I posted,
that I decided you all would probably rather see something now, even if
it's shorter, than wait for something 20+ pages long.

No, the story isn't over. No, Mr. A hasn't become bored with his boys. I
just never have the necessary time to write as much as I'd like to. Sorry.

As usual, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always
welcome. I'm beginning to fear after my long hiatus that interest in the
story has waned almost entirely.  Ouch! See the note at the end for contact
information.

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.)

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The end of October brought with it Homecoming and all the festivities that
went along with it, namely dress-up days. Two days this year interested me,
"Toga" day and "Hawaiian" day. Both days held promise for plenty of eye
candy, both male and female.

And I wasn't disappointed.

On "Toga" day, I was out in the halls during my duty period and was shocked
to find how many of the boys in my school were wearing a toga that showed
off their muscular, tanned upper bodies. A few also seemed not to be
wearing anything underneath as I saw more than one clear outline of a
teencock underneath the white cotton. None of my own students, I was
disappointed to see, dressed in similarly revealing outfits. I learned
later that a number of boys had been suspended that day for "exposing"
themselves.

On "Hawaiian" day, I was again disappointed to see that neither Colin nor
Paden dressed up. They stayed for a few minutes after class, which was just
before lunch.

Colin, who was on the JV football team with Chas, asked, "Have you seen
what Chas is wearing today?"

"Not yet," I answered. "I don't have him until after lunch."

Colin smiled mischievously. "It's pretty good," he said. "You'll probably
like it."

I blushed a little. "Probably not as much as you did," I joked. Colin
laughed. "So why didn't you dress up for Toga day or Hawaiian day?" I asked
him.

Colin shrugged. "Too much work," he said.

"But a good time to show off your guns and not get in trouble for it."

"Yeah, I guess so," he said. "But it's not like I gotta try to be sexy." He
flexed his biceps and rubbed them, bringing the right one up to kiss it.

I laughed. There was a hint of mocking behind his statement; Colin was
acting overly confident in order to cover up his insecurity. Although he
had a very nice body and was very cute, he seemed to me to think that he
wasn't cute enough.

We had talked many times about him and girls, and it was my impression that
despite what was going on with us, he still liked girls and wanted a
girlfriend. He feared rejection, however, and was afraid to approach
girls. He always said that the girls that he liked wouldn't like him back
and that only weird girls liked him. Whenever I tried to encourage him to
do something to get a girl's attention--like dressing up for Toga day--he
would say no and make a joke about how he didn't need to show off like that
or didn't want to embarrass the other guys. There was a lack of
self-confidence there, and I didn't know how to build it up.

Paden rolled his eyes at what Colin said. "Yeah, right," he said. "You're
just afraid 'cause you know you don't look as good as me."

"Why didn't you dress up, then?" Colin asked sarcastically.

I chuckled. "Yeah, why didn't you dress up?"

Paden laughed. "Can you imagine me freeballing in a toga? I'd get suspended
for sure.  And I'd definitely fall out of the shorts that Chas is wearing
today." He paused. "Not like you have that problem, pencil dick," he said
to Colin.

"Leave Colin alone," I said, laughing. "He's pretty long for his age and
height."

"Yeah," Colin said, blushing. "We can't all be freaks like you and Abs."

"You like us freaks, though," Paden teased, punching Colin in the arm.

"Ow," Colin said, rubbing his bicep and then kissing it again. "That hurt."

"Shut up and go to lunch," I said to them, pushing them out the door.

After lunch, when Chas showed up to class, I understood exactly what Colin
had meant about his outfit. He was wearing a floral print shirt, which was
opened most of the way to reveal his smooth, tanned chest and a lei. He
also had on a grass skirt with nothing underneath but his boxers. The skirt
did little to cover his cotton underwear.

"Whoa, Chas," I said when I saw him. "That's quite the...uh...revealing
outfit, don't you think? How has no one said anything to you?"

Chas chuckled. "I keep the shirt closed in classes where I know the
teachers care."

"I wasn't really talking about the shirt, man!" I said. "That skirt with
only those boxers underneath. I can't believe no one has said anything."

"What can I say?" he said. "Guy teachers don't care, and I guess the ladies
like the view."  I chuckled. "But seriously," he continued, "there was a
lot more grass here at the beginning of the day. The skirt is cheap,
though, and parts of it keep falling off." He winked at me, pulled on a
strand on the front to show how easily the blades came off, and then sat
down, spreading his legs a little; his boxers slid up revealing most of his
thigh and a nice bulge. The grass of the skirt cascaded around the mound of
his crotch. The boxers were short and tight enough that I could see why
Paden (or myself) would have trouble wearing them without getting cited for
indecent exposure.

I shook my head. "I hope your next two teachers are as lax as I am," I
teased. "Otherwise, you might find yourself suspended like some of the guys
on toga day."

During 6th period, my last period of the day that year, towards the end of
the period, a bunch of the students were talking about the Homecoming
dance, which was coming up on Saturday. One of the girls, Kelly, said to
me, "Did you know that Paden and Susan are going out now?"

"What?" I asked.

"I think they are, anyway," she said.

"Who's Susan?" I asked.

"She's on the girls' soccer team with me," Kelly said. "I'm surprised you
didn't know.  Paden talks about you all the time; I figured he'd tell you
about stuff like that."

"He never mentioned it to me. How weird," I said, remembering that less
than a week earlier I had my cock buried down his throat at the very desk
where I was now sitting and hearing about his girlfriend.

"Well, he doesn't talk about a lot of personal stuff, I guess," she
continued. "To see them together, you would think that they're just friends
and not even dating. Sometimes at lunch, they just sit together and don't
even say anything to each other."

"Paden's not very emotional," I said, "or expressive, so I could see how
that's possible.  Still, it's weird that he didn't say anything to me." I
wondered why he hadn't mentioned it.  It was true that Paden didn't talk a
lot about personal stuff; he was stoic, to say the least.  Maybe he was
embarrassed, I thought, or worried about my reaction to it. And really, how
did I feel about it? I was glad for him. It was my understanding after
talking more with Kelly that Susan and Paden had a lot in common, so they
seemed like a good couple.  It probably meant less playtime for me, but we
hadn't had a lot of opportunities lately, anyway, so that wasn't really a
problem. At least it wasn't Colin, I thought.

The week finished out with school color day on Friday, and when I saw Paden
in class, I asked, "So Paden, who you are you going to the dance with?"

Paden looked at me for a moment and said, "Just some friends."

"Oh really?" I said with a slight smile.

"Yeah," he said. "Why?"

"Just curious." Why hadn't he told me? "What about you, Colin?" I asked,
removing the pressure from Paden.

"There's a group of us going," Colin said. "It's kind of lame."

"Why didn't you ask someone, then?" I prodded.

Colin blushed. "I dunno," he said. "I guess I didn't have anyone I wanted
to ask."

"Uh huh," I said. "Well, maybe you can hook up with someone there."

The day finished, and the Homecoming festivities were Friday night. I
attended the game, which we won, and then went out with friends. The dance
was Saturday night, and although a lot of students had asked me to
chaperone, I declined. I was afraid of students getting too friendly with
me in what they would have observed as a more social situation and not a
school function. I knew that some of the girls had crushes on me, and
obviously I had interest in some of them as well as the boys, so I figured
it was best not to put myself in that position.

The weekend passed, and I returned to school on Monday, knowing that I
would hear all about how the dance had gone and what fun things happened
there and after.

That morning, Paden showed up at my room unexpectedly.

"How's it going, Paden?" I asked. "What's up?"

"Not much," he said. "Just had some extra time, and thought I'd stop by."

"How was Homecoming?" I asked.

Paden grinned. "It was good," he said. "I had a lot of fun."

"Get any?" I asked.

He blushed. "Just a handjob," he said. "She said I was too big, so she
wanted to start out slow."

I laughed. "You'll get that a lot," I said. "At least in my
experience. Every time you start going out with someone new or someone
without a lot of experience."

"I guess it can be kind of scary," he said. "I remember the first time I
saw you, and I wasn't exactly small myself."

"Exactly," I said, chuckling. "So who was the lucky girl?"

He stammered, "No one you know."

"Oh really? Was she just someone random or...?" I was playing dumb, since
he had never actually told me about his girlfriend, and since I didn't know
why, I wanted to make sure he didn't get upset at the person who had told
me.

"This girl I've been seeing," he said. "Her name's Susan, and she plays
soccer."

"Cool," I said. "You're right; I don't know her."

"You're not freaked or upset about it?" he asked.

"What?" I asked confused. "Why would I be?"

"Because of, you know, the stuff we've done, you and me and Colin."

"Dude, I know that's just fun stuff. We're just having fun. You know I get
with girls, too.  I just also like guys, kind of like you, I think."

"Yeah, I guess so," he answered. "I do like getting with you and Colin."

"Same here," I said. "How did Colin enjoy Homecoming?" Colin sometimes had
trouble opening up around new people (and girls in particular), so I was
afraid he might not have had fun.

"Oh man," said Paden. "Ask him about the party after. He got drunk, for the
first time ever. And ask him about Val."

"He got drunk? Really?" I asked. I was a little shocked, as I knew he
hadn't exactly been a big partier, but perhaps it was good for him to do
it, especially if it made him more comfortable. Naturally, I didn't condone
underage drinking, but given that I had also done it in high school, I
didn't want to be a hypocrite.

"Yeah," Paden said. "Why?"

"I guess I just never really thought of you guys as doing that," I
said. "Kind of stupid, I know, since pretty much everyone does it in high
school; I know I did."

Paden chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. A," he assured me. "I don't drink, and
this was Colin's first time. I don't think he'll make a habit of it."

"Good," I said. Although I had been a big drinker in college, and had been
known to down a few in high school, I didn't get drunk as often now. I had
also found that now that as I formed closer, more personal ties with my
students, I was more concerned about their well being, i.e. I didn't like
the idea of them drinking heavily or doing drugs.

In class that day, I pretended that I didn't know what had happened during
Homecoming, and I asked Colin, "So how was Homecoming?"

He blushed a little. "It was okay," he answered.

"Just 'okay'?" I persisted.

"Yeah," he said. "Nothing too exciting."

I nodded. "If you say so," I said.

"What?" he asked nervously. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," I said, smiling a little.

Just then, one of his other friends came up. "You two talking about
Homecoming?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep. Colin tells me that it was just 'okay'."

His friend laughed. "Yeah. I'm sure if he could remember more of the
after-party, he'd have more to say."

"Shut up, Jamie," Colin said, punching him in the arm. "That's not cool."

"What? Like Mr. A cares?" Jamie said.

I chuckled. I did care a little, but I tried not to show it. "So that's how
it is, huh?" I said.  "You're afraid to tell me things?"

"No," Colin said. "It's not that..." he trailed off. "Look, can we just
talk about this later?"  He seemed irritated.

"Whoa, calm down, buddy," I said. "Sure. Didn't mean to make you
uncomfortable."  Good thing I didn't actually bring up Val, I thought to
myself.

"It's okay," he said. "I'll come and talk to you later."

"Okay, man," I said. The bell had already rung, but the students were still
milling about since I had been distracted by my conversation with Colin. I
got them quieted down and seated and began class.

The remainder of my classes passed without much of note happening. Chas
mentioned Homecoming and commented on Colin's behavior at the party. It
seemed that Colin was quite wasted and had thrown up twice. I found myself
becoming more angry about his behavior the more I heard about it, but I
again reminded myself that I had been a teenager once and had done the same
stuff they were doing now. Quite the different attitude you have about
partying and drinking when you're watching the people you care about do
it. I realized how my parents must have felt, and I was happy that they
only knew about a small portion of the stuff I did in high school. I
decided that I'd have a conversation with Colin about being responsible
when he partied, but that I couldn't in good conscience, and without being
hypocritical, actually tell him not to.

Colin came by after school, and as usual when I saw him, I smiled and got a
little happier. My cock chubbed up a little as I looked him over, from his
straight brown hair, which he was letting grow out, to his hazel eyes with
their long eyelashes; from his growing biceps to his flat stomach; from his
strong, hairy legs to his round, muscular teenjock ass. He was a sexy boy.

"Hey, Colin," I said when he came in. "What's up?"

He was quiet for a moment, and I looked at him questioningly. "So you heard
a little about Homecoming, huh?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. "Sounds like you had a good time."

"Kind of," he answered. "You aren't mad?"

"About what?" I asked. "You getting drunk?"

"Yeah, and the other stuff."

This was interesting. What other stuff? "Well, I'll admit that I'm kind of
disappointed that you got drunk. I was a little mad when I first heard,
'cause I didn't think you did stuff like that, but then I remembered what
it was like being a teenager, and that I had done it, too, so I knew I
couldn't really be mad. But you better be careful. It sounds like you
overdid it this weekend. That's not good. And don't you ever drink and
drive."

He smiled weakly. "I'm not stupid, Abs."

"I know, but I feel better saying it at least." I looked at him, watching
him clench his jaw.  Our eyes met, and he smiled and looked away,
blushing. "What other stuff, by the way?"

Colin blushed more. "You didn't hear?"

"Is this something to do with Val?" I took a chance, mentioning the name of
the girl that Paden had brought up earlier. Colin's face turned even
redder. "What happened?" I had a pretty good guess, but I wanted to get him
to talk about it, and also figure out why he thought it would make me mad.

"To be honest," he began, "I don't remember a lot of it. I was really,
really drunk." He laughed uneasily. "I woke up the next day, though, and I
didn't have my pants on, and I was in her room. I was freaked out at first,
because I couldn't remember, but then it kinda came back to me. She sucked
me off."

I raised my eyebrows. "No way," I said. "She blew you while you were
drunk?"

Colin nodded.

"Nice," I said enthusiastically. "I'd ask you how it was, but you probably
don't remember."

"Not at all," Colin chuckled. "I just remember seeing her go down on me. I
don't remember what it was like at all."

I laughed. "That really sucks," I said. "Maybe next time, you won't be so
drunk."

"Let's hope not," he said.

"Did you think I'd be mad about that?" I asked. "About you getting it on
with a girl?"

"I dunno," Colin admitted. "I mean, I thought you might not like it, 'cause
of...us."

"Well," I said, "I do like it. I'm happy for you!" I said. "Surely you know
that I get with girls and sometimes other guys. I don't just have sex with
you and Paden, so I wouldn't expect you to have sex with just me. I mean, I
REALLY like 'us', and I'd like to keep 'us' doing stuff, but I also know
sometimes a guy needs something different."

"Good," Colin said. "I'm really happy to hear that. I want 'us' to
continue, too."

I smiled at him without saying anything. He stood up and came over to me; I
stood up and faced him. I put one hand behind his head and tilted my head
and bent down slightly.  He looked me in the eye and smiled. I smiled back,
touching my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his strong, developing
body and pulled him close to me. We ground our bodies together, moaning and
dry humping each other as our tongues slid back and forth, in and out of
our mouths. My cock was growing, lengthening and getting harder in my
pants.

I pulled away from him. "Let's go into the office," I suggested, taking his
hand and leading him back into my office. I closed and locked the door,
turning on the radio to help cover any noise. It was still fairly early
after school, but I didn't care. The urge to be with Colin was
overpowering.

Once inside the office, I immediately began stripping down. I removed my
shirt, exposing my muscular upperbody. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my
pants and underwear, revealing my heavy, swaying cock. I was only
semi-hard, so my fat Italian prick still hung between my thighs, stretching
down about 6 inches, hanging past my weighty, cum-filled balls. Colin
moaned when he saw me, and I walked up to him. I placed my hands on the
bottom of his shirt and lifted it off over his head, revealing his smooth
stomach and chest. I rubbed my hands up and down his front, squeezing his
pecs, feeling the hard muscle underneath his baby fat.

We kissed again, our hands roving all over each other's bodies. Colin
reached between us and began groping my cock, pulling down on the rubbery
meat and fondling my swinging sac. I groped his bubble butt, sliding my
hands under the waistband of his shorts, squeezing and kneading each
muscular cheek, pulling him closer to me. My cock continued to grow until
it reached its full 9.5-inch length and beercan-sized girth. My cock
pressed against his stomach, oozing copious amounts of precum onto his
"insulated" six-pack. I kissed Colin's shoulder and gently bit at it as I
fell to my knees in front of him.

I had felt his hard cock pressed against my thigh as we made out, and his
shorts bulged with it. I unzipped his cargo shorts and pulled them down;
his cock strained against his cotton boxers forming an obvious tent. I
looked up at his beautiful face, staring past his stomach glistening with
my sticky pre-jizz. I smiled. "Tell me if you remember this one," I joked,
pulling his boxers down and freeing his thin, teenage prick.

I took his cock in my hand and stroked it, dragging my fist up and down the
full length of it, rubbing my thumb across the sensitive head. It was
leaking a little, but nothing compared to the clear liquid that flowed from
my throbbing dick. I buried my face in Colin's thigh, kissing and licking
that space where the thigh meets the pelvis, causing him to shudder. I
brought my mouth down to his sac, licked underneath it, and took his balls
into my mouth, one at a time, gently sucking on them and bathing them with
my tongue.

Colin moaned, placing his hands on the top of my head. I licked along the
side of his cock, rubbing my lips and down the narrow length of it before
taking just the head between my lips. I focused on the head, locking my
lips behind the corona of it and sucking gently as I swirled my tongue
repeatedly across the tip. I flicked my tongue against the underside of his
swollen cockhead. Colin moaned loudly. I continued stroking his shaft as I
worked the head with my mouth.

I fondled and pulled on his balls as I sucked, sliding my fingers behind
his smooth nadbag and seeking his prostate. I pressed gently on his
prostate as I sucked on the head, and he oozed precum all over my tongue. I
then let go of Colin's shaft and took him all the way into my mouth. I
swallowed every inch of his cock until my face was buried in his dark,
curly pubes. "Oh my fucking God, Abs," he called out, doubling over, so
that his upperbody was now bent over my head. His hands gripped my head
tightly as I worked the back of my throat on his cockhead and suctioned my
mouth on his teenprick.  When I could tell that he was getting close to
cumming, I released his cock and pulled off.

Without saying a word, and before he could protest, I spun him around and
pushed him over the desk. His muscular, high school ass rose up in the air
in front of me. I moaned looking at it. It was so round and high, two
perfect white globes. I pulled his cheeks apart and buried my face between
them. I snaked out my tongue, sliding it into his hole and eating my
teenage lover's perfect bubble butt. I dragged my tongue up and down the
hairless crack, teasing the hole with the tip of it, and then shoved it
into him, swirling it around before pulling out. As I ate Colin's tight
ass, I squeezed and rubbed his cheeks.

Colin whimpered continuously, reaching back to hold my head in place,
pushing his ass back harder onto my face. He fucked himself on my tongue.

"Ready?" I asked, finally pulling away from the tongue-fucking I was giving
him in order to give him the real thing.

"Oh God yes, Abs," Colin whimpered.

I stood up behind Colin and slid my fat meat up between his ass cheeks. I
leaned back a little, put my hands on his cheeks, and squeezed them around
my dick, admiring the way my cock looked with his jockass wrapped around
it, two halves of a perfectly rounded bun cradling a hot dog, or in this
case Italian sausage. My dick throbbed and oozed; I pulled it down between
the buns, slicking his crack with my precum.

"Do you like my dick, baby?" I asked, leaning over him, gently thrusting my
hips so that it slid up and down between his buns. He moaned in
response. "Do you want me inside you again?" Colin pushed his 15-year-old
ass back against me. "Tell me, Colin," I said.

"Yes, Abs," he whined. "Please fuck me, Abs. I want you inside me. I need
it. Please."

I leaned down and nibbled gently on his ear. "That's my boy," I said,
growling into his ear. He shuddered. I stepped back and aimed my dick at
his hole, which was wet with my spit and precum. I pressed the throbbing
head of my cock against Colin's tight sphincter; I watched it twitch,
clenching and unclenching. I pushed forward, watching as the muscle
stretched and loosened, opening up to accept the broad head of my thick
club. Colin breathed in sharply as my cockhead forced its way through his
tight ring; his hole clamped down tightly on it, causing me to moan loudly.

His ass gripped my dick forcefully as I continued pushing my way in,
feeding my hard schlong into his hungry ass. He was as tight as ever, and
his ass twitched and spasmed on my dick. He squeezed himself on me,
massaging my invading member with his ass muscles. Slowly, inch-by-inch, I
filled his ass with my very long, very hard, very fat prick until finally I
was balls deep inside his tight, jock boypussy. My cumtanks hung heavily
against his round ass.

I leaned over him, putting my body weight on his. He was gripping the desk
tightly, holding himself up; his biceps were bulged and tight as he
supported himself and my added weight. I ground my cock into him, rotating
my hips, causing my cock to move around in his tight hole, opening him
up. I slid the wide shaft over his prostate again and again, each time
eliciting a tiny moan and gurgle from his throat. I kissed the back of his
neck and rubbed my hands along the sides of his body. I reached around and
squeezed his pecs, pinching each nipple between my thumb and
forefinger. Colin whimpered; I whispered, "Good boy," into his ear, and
slowly pulled my hips back.

I slid out of Colin's ass until only the head remained inside, and then I
pushed forward, drilling the full length of my prick down into his hole. He
yelped and arched his back. I ground my cock into him again, and then I
began fucking him with short, fast strokes. I pulled my dick a few inches
out of his ass and then drove it back in, repeatedly thrusting my hips
against his smooth ass. My balls swung back and forth, loudly slapping his
ass on each downward thrust. My large cockhead stabbed against Colin's
prostate again and again, causing him to moan and whimper unceasingly.

Colin kept arching his back and thrusting his ass backwards, meeting me
thrust for thrust, trying to take me deeper and deeper inside of
him. ""That's it, baby," I muttered. "Take my cock." I placed my hands on
his hips and started pulling him back onto me, fucking his ass harder and
faster. He squeezed his ass muscles tightly around my prick, milking me
with his high school hole. "Fuck, Col," I groaned. "Work that ass on me,
beautiful."

Harder and harder I fucked Colin, plowing my cock between his cheeks,
driving my pole deep into his teenage ass. "Oh Abs," he groaned. "Fuck! I'm
gonna nut, Abs!"

"Do it, baby," I encouraged him, still driving my cock in and out of his
ass. "Shoot all over my desk."

I felt his ass spasming on my invading prick, and then I heard the splat of
Colin's thin, salty load of teenspew landing on my desk. I lost control and
pulled my dick roughly out of his hole. "FUCK, COLIN!" I shouted. I slid my
fist up and down the shaft rapidly several times; my balls tightened and my
knees weakened. I started cumming. The first two shots rocketed out of my
gaping piss slit and flew over Colin's head, hitting the wall behind the
desk. The next shot, an 8-inch rope of thick cream, landed on the top of
Colin's head and extended down to his neck. I launched two more shots over
his shoulder, before the remaining four wads landed with loud splats,
crisscrossing his back, some pooling between his shoulder blades.

Squeezing the remaining cum out of my cock and into a puddle on the small
of Colin's back at the base of his spine, I slapped my softening dick
against him. My breathing slowed, and I stepped back, allowing Colin to
stand up straight and move away from the desk.

He turned around and looked at me. "You have the hottest ass, beautiful," I
said, smiling broadly and touching his cheek with my hand. "You're so
perfect." I looked down into his hazel eyes and leaned in to kiss him. He
responded by slipping his long, thick tongue over mine and shoving it into
my mouth. We kissed deeply, moaning.

"I think if Val had sucked me like that," Colin said, "I'd have remembered
no matter how drunk I was."

I chuckled. "She's still young," I said. "Give her some time."

"You're amazing, Abs," Colin said, leaning into me and putting his head
against my chest. I looked down at the top of his head and noticed the cum
drying in his straight, brown hair. I chuckled. "What?" he said. "I mean
it." He kissed my chest.

"You're amazing, too, baby," I said. "That's not what I was laughing at. I
was laughing 'cause it looks like I made another huge mess on you." I
wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close. "Definitely another huge
mess," I said, as my forearms stuck in the cum on his back.

"I love your huge messes," he chuckled.

"Good thing," I said. "I love making them. It's the clean up that's the
problem." We both laughed.

Using my t-shirt, as usual, I mopped the drying cum off of his back. I did
my best to get it out of his hair, but I told him that he might need to go
to the bathroom and wet it or something. Or possibly put on a hat. I also
used the t-shirt to clean our loads off the desk and the wall.

We got dressed again, before our raging libidos had us back at full
hardness, so that Colin could get going.

"I have to meet Val," he said to me as he got ready to go.

"Cool," I said. "Are you two, like, dating now or what?"

"I really don't know," Colin said. "I think that she thinks we are, but I
don't know how I feel about it."

I chuckled. "At the very least, maybe she can give you a blowjob that
you'll remember, and you can see what it's like to eat some pussy."

Colin grinned. "I'd really like to find out."

I opened the door to the office, relieved not to find anyone there, and
stepped out, motioning for Colin to follow. There was no way to know
whether anyone had heard us or had come in while we were fucking, but I
hoped not.

While Colin put on his backpack, I said, "Soccer tryouts are coming up in a
couple of weeks. Are you gonna tryout again?"

"I think so," he said. "Even though I won't make Varsity."

"That's okay," I said. "I'll be helping out with JV, anyway, and you know
you'd rather spend more time with me."

Colin laughed. "A little cocky, aren't we?"

I laughed and grabbed myself. "I can't help what God gave me."

He rolled his eyes, but continued laughing. "I'll see you tomorrow, Abs,"
he said, heading toward the door.

"Later, Colin," I said.

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