Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2013 15:43:48 -0500
From: Alessandro Abbondanti <alessandro.bendotato@gmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: an unexpected guest

**AUTHOR'S NOTE. PLEASE READ!**

Another chapter so soon? Shocking. The positive response to the last
chapter made me decide to put in a little extra effort to finish this one
quickly.

I'm still working my way back into the right mindset for the series. Let me
know what you think of this addition to the story.

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so please excuse any contradictions that may arise, whether in a
character's behavior and description or the details of his life. I'm happy
to have you point them out, so that I may correct them or pay closer
attention to them in future chapters.

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After the students filed out, I walked into my office, where Grayson was
standing facing the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't as
flush as when he had come into my room, but the anger was evident in his
eyes.

"What's going on, Grayson?" I asked. He stepped forward menacingly, but I
didn't move. I wasn't afraid of him, and I didn't want to give him any
reason to think I was hiding something. "Shouldn't you be at the fields?"
Most of our Varsity sports teams met during the last period of the day so
that they could begin practice early.

"Aaron's down there right now," he answered. "Look, we have a problem."

I waited for him to continue.

"I just spoke with Aaron," he continued. "He says that the night before our
last tournament game, he saw several of the guys walking towards your room
after curfew, and a while later, he saw them walking back." He looked me in
the eye.

I tried to keep my face neutral, even though a number of terrible and
career-ending scenarios were running through my head. I opened my mouth to
respond, even though I had no idea what I was going to say.

Grayson held up his hand. "Don't say a fucking word. Just listen. I can't
think of any legitimate reason why that would happen, and I don't know what
did in fact happen, and I don't care. I don't want to know whether it's
true or false. I don't want to know what went down, if it's true. If you
make any sort of response, I'm going to have to look into it, and that's
going to cause problems for all of us."

I nodded.

"I know Aaron doesn't like you, but I don't think he's making it up. Even
if he is, we can't risk the problems it would cause to have any sort of
allegations like this, true or false. I will not have the program I've
spent most of my career building go down."

"So what are you saying?" I finally asked. It sounded like he wasn't going
to do anything officially against me, but I needed to hear him say it.

"I'm not going to file any kind of complaint. I won't risk it. But you can
no longer be involved with the soccer program here."

My heart dropped. I loved working with the team, and not just because of
the boys I had developed relationships with. Helping them improve at soccer
and become better athletes had been a very fulfilling part of my job, but
if I had to choose between losing my job completely -- and a possible
investigation -- and severing my ties with the soccer program, the choice
was clear.

"Okay," I reluctantly agreed.

"You're not being fired or asked to leave," he said, "at least as far as
everyone else knows. You'll technically be attached to the JV coaching
squad until their season is over, but you will not actually attend the
remaining practices or games. Next year, you'll be too busy to help out
again."

I nodded my agreement.

"I'm glad to see you're so reasonable," Grayson said with his own nod. I
stepped aside to let him pass out of my office.

I sat down at my desk for several minutes, considering what had
happened. It seemed that Aaron had not handled the encounter with Paden and
me well, and he had decided to retaliate. Obviously I couldn't argue that
he had made up the allegations. To do so would result in too many
questions, as Grayson had suggested. I was thankful that Aaron hadn't said
more than that he had seen the guys going to and from my room, which left
the actual events open to interpretation. I supposed Aaron didn't want to
get too specific with his father because he didn't want to put himself in
the position of having to answer questions about how he knew what was going
on.

I hated the fact that I could no longer work with the soccer team, but I
also understood that the only real alternative would be losing my job, and
perhaps something worse. A lot of the guys were still my students, so it
wasn't like I would never see them again.

When I arrived at school the next morning, Paden, Chaz, and Mitchell were
waiting outside my classroom. I couldn't help but smile when I saw them,
but I wondered what they were doing.

"What's going on, guys?" I asked, pulling my keys out of my bag and
unlocking the door. Paden grabbed it and held it open for the rest of us.

"Why weren't you at practice yesterday?" Mitchell asked. "Did something
happen?" I looked over at Paden. He shrugged.

"Paden told us that Grayson came in here raging yesterday," Chaz
explained. "We were worried."

I cursed their concern a bit. It only made me want to be closer to them,
and it reminded me that we could no longer be as close as we had been.

I just smiled. "No need to worry," I said. "Everything's fine."

"So you'll be at practice today?" Paden asked. The others' faces
brightened.

I shook my head. "Sorry guys, no," I replied. "Grayson said someone told
him that a bunch of you were seen heading to my room the night before our
last game. He doesn't know what happened, but he said I can't be a part of
the program anymore."

"What the fuck," Chad shouted. "Are you fucking serious?" He slammed his
hand down on one of the desks. "I only joined soccer because of you."

"Calm down, dude," I said. "It could be way worse. Imagine if he did know
what happened?"

"This is my fault," Paden said. "Fuck. I arranged the whole thing."

"It's not your fault," I reassured him. "Don't be an idiot. It's my fault
for ever letting things happen in the first place, much less so many things
for so long!"

"And we all agreed to do it," Mitchell added.

Chaz nodded and said, "It's whoever-told-Grayson's fault."

"It was Quinn, like I said," Mitchell said.

"Was it?" Paden asked. "I'll hurt him if it was."

I shook my head. "I'm not going to tell you guys who it was. Things would
only get worse if you confronted him. We gotta move on."

"It sucks," I added, looking from one to the other, "especially since the
two of you were just starting to get involved." My dick chubbed a bit as
visions of Chaz and Mitchell from the last night of the tournament flashed
through my head. "But let's be real. It couldn't go on forever." I
shrugged, as if to indicate I had always expected it to end this way.

"So no more fucking around," Mitchell stated disappointedly.

I grinned. "You guys can still do whatever you want, but I can't be a part
of anything. Sorry."

Mitchell and Chaz looked at me with downcast eyes. "I'm sorry," I
repeated. "It's too risky."

The first bell rang. "You better get to class, guys," I said.

"Sorry, Mr. A," each one said as they left. "This sucks."

I was more disappointed than I had shown to the boys that morning, but I
tried not to let it affect my teaching, and the periods passed quickly.

To my surprise, Paden knocked on my office door just as I sat down to
lunch. I motioned for him to come in.

"Everything okay?" I asked. He looked distraught and angry.

"Who was it?" he asked.

"I can't tell you, Paden, you know that. It'll only cause more trouble."

"I can't fix it if I don't know who did it," he explained.

"There's nothing for you to fix," I said, standing up and walking to
him. It was kind of a turn-on to see this teen stud aggressive and ready to
defend me. "Like I told you this morning, YOU did nothing wrong." He didn't
look convinced. I moved closer. "Look at me," I said.

We were very close together now; I could feel the heat radiating from his
body. I resisted the urge to pull his face to mine and kiss him. I wanted
to hold his muscled teen body against mine and grind our bulging crotches
together. Our eyes were locked together, and I could tell he was resisting
the same urges I was.

Paden finally let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. I realized that
neither of us had breathed for several moments. I too let out a sigh, and
then I took a step back. He nodded, as if confirming something for himself.

"We'll move on and be fine," I said, "without blaming ourselves or going
after others."

"So you were serious about no more meetings? I kind of hoped you were just
saying that in front of Mitch and Chaz and that it didn't apply to me..."

I grinned. "I wish it didn't apply to you or Mitchell or Chaz or... But
it's gotta apply to everyone. Think about how many close calls we've had
already? I don't think I should tempt fate again."

"Alright, I know you're right," he finally assented, "but I don't like it."

"Neither do I!" I said with a laugh. "And it's not like I'll never see you
again. You're in my class."

"It won't be the same, and you know it," he retorted. He understood this
also meant he and the others would have to be less personal with me, share
less of their lives.

"No, it won't, but it'll be fine," I tried to reassure him. "Now you better
go to lunch, before someone comes around here wondering where you are."

"Okay. And just remember that I'm ready to take care of whoever told about
what happened. Just give me a name."

The first few days of class after my meeting with Grayson did feel a little
off, especially as the boys started to hear what happened. We were all a
little cautious about what we said to each other, but things normalized
quickly. My teaching style didn't change, which was the most important
thing, so the students still liked me and were engaged in the lessons. And
when we had time just to talk to each other, I had enough in common with
all of my students that were able to do so easily, even without delving
into the intensely private topics I'd discussed with some of them
previously.

And so the remainder of my second year of teaching passed without any more
encounters with my boys or girls. I tried to avoid any conversations the
students had about parties or relationships, but I wasn't always
successful. I learned things like Jake and Hunter, who were brothers, were
sharing the same girl because she was very good at giving head. I heard
about a party in which several guys I knew had gangbanged a girl I had
taught the previous year. Paden and Colin were still involved with their
girlfriends, which I was glad about. Paden and some of the other guys still
occasionally got together for all-jock fun, which I was also glad
about. Paden and Colin still weren't talking, which I was not glad about.

I started going out with Jennifer again, who had decided that she did not
want to be a receptionist for the rest of her life and was preparing to
take the realtor's exam. She wasn't dumb, I was also pleased to find it,
just too much of a party girl in college, which had eventually resulted in
her dropping out. An unexpected pregnancy meant that she had never gone
back to school. Her 5-year-old son lived with his grandparents most of the
time, and I suspected her desire to prove she could provide a stable home
for him had also influenced her decision to change jobs.

I supplemented this relationship with the occasional blow and go from a
variety of cocksuckers that I'd met online. In some ways, it was kind of a
relief not to worry about someone finding out I had been fucking around
with my students. I still had very vivid dreams about my boys, however, and
whenever I got online and saw one of their screennames pop up, my cock
responded immediately. I resisted the urge to message them, and when they
did message me, I did my best to keep the conversation from turning to
something sexual.

And it worked for a while.

It was the 4th of July, and I had been at a friend's house for a barbecue,
before we went out to the golf course at a nearby subdivision where they
always provided an excellent fireworks show. When it came to fireworks, I
was still a child; I loved them. Jennifer wasn't there, as her family
always went out of town for the 4th, and naturally she was not going to
miss an opportunity to be with her son on the holiday.

The area was mostly empty when we arrived, so we easily found a good spot
for viewing the show. We spread out our blankets and refreshments at the
top of a small hill near one of the sand traps. Alcohol was not allowed at
the event, and even though no one was actually checking people's coolers,
there were cops around, so we planned ahead by mixing drinks at home and
bringing them in water bottles. We had a few hours before the show was set
to start; we had arrived early so that we could park easily and find a good
spot. This was a very popular spot, and it would get crowded quickly. We
spent the time drinking, chatting, and joking around.

More people started to arrive, and the empty areas around us were quickly
filling up. We saw grandchildren helping their grandparents down into lawn
chairs. We saw parents chasing their toddlers down the hill, trying to stop
them from falling headfirst into the sand trap. There were teenagers who
quickly split off from their family groups to go find friends (or just get
away from their parents).

A couple of teenage boys started playing catch not far from us. My friends
and I were talking, so I hadn't taken notice of them, until one of them
called my name. I looked up. It was Mitchell and Paden. A stupid grin
spread wide across my face. A jolt of excitement went through my
alcohol-buzzed brain.

"Mr. A!" Mitchell shouted again, as the two jogged over to us. I stood up
to greet them.

Both were wearing Under Armour soccer shorts, and neither had on
compression shorts. Paden's cock bulge swung back and forth beneath the
fabric. Mitchell, I noticed, seemed to be catching up to Paden in that
department, although he was still several inches shorter and not as
muscular. Paden's tanned chest was shirtless, and the heat and humidity of
a Florida summer had caused drops of sweat to gather between his pecs. They
sparkled as the setting sun hit them.

"Hey guys," I said, with the same stupid grin on my face. My brain was a
bit foggy, but I managed not to make any untoward advances or allow my gaze
to linger too long on either of them. They were also looking me over. I was
wearing a polo shirt that was tight on my arms and across my chest, showing
my physique nicely, and cargo shorts that concealed my heavy bulge for the
most part. "These are some of my friends," I said, indicating the group of
people sitting behind me. "These are Mitchell and Paden," I said to my
friends, "two of my students last year."

"And hopefully next year, too," Paden said.

"Maybe," I said. "I only had that one junior-level class this year. I don't
know what the schedule will be like next year."

"But you'll still be teaching the sophomore history class, too, right?"
Mitchell asked.

"If you're lucky," I teased. They both laughed. "Having a good summer?" I
asked.

They nodded eagerly. "We've been hanging out a lot," Paden said, "and I've
been helping Mitchell with his ball handling." I arched my eyebrows and
looked sideways at Mitchell. "He'll be one of our best soccer players next
year, I think," Paden added with a smirk.

"Glad to hear it," I said. "You gotta practice a lot, especially since
you're so new to the game."

"I have been," Mitchell added excitedly. "I'm already way better than I
was."

"Anything else new with the team?" I asked, hoping Paden understood I meant
not so much the soccer team, but my boys.

"Except for Chaz, Todd, and Mitchell, I don't see most of them regularly,
but I'd probably have heard if anything interesting had happened." I was
disappointed that the list didn't include Colin.

"Cool," I said offhandedly. "I've just been relaxing for the most part,
hanging out with friends." I wanted to ask Paden about Susan and find out
if Mitchell had started seeing anyone, but I knew my friends would consider
it weird for me to know so much about (and ask about) their personal lives.

"Did you hear about Colin?" Mitchell asked. I looked at Paden, wondering
why he wouldn't have said something of his own volition.

"No, what?" I asked, my heart speeding up a bit. Mitchel didn't respond at
first. I looked back at Paden.

"He was in a car accident like two weeks after school got out," Paden said.

"What?!?" I exclaimed, the worry evident in my voice. "Is he okay? What
happened?"

"He's fine," Mitchell said.

"I'd have told you right away if anything really bad had happened," Paden
said. I calmed down a bit.

"Tell me what happened."

"He broke up with that girl he'd been seeing," Paden began.

"The one that had led to his personality transformation?" I asked.

Paden nodded and continued, "He'd been straight edge, you know, and really
into her music scene and all her friends, which you know is kind of why we
stopped hanging out with him."

"And the skinny jeans," Mitchell joked.

Colin had changed a lot when he had started seeing this girl. I didn't
object to his adoption of a straight edge lifestyle, but he had basically
rejected all of his friends and only hung out with her and her friends. His
friendship with Paden, which had been very strong, essentially
evaporated. My last conversation with him had not gone well, and we hadn't
been as close, but I still felt strongly for him.

"Anyway, they broke up, I guess," Paden said, "and a couple days later he
went to a party we were at. I was surprised to see him, but he didn't talk
to anyone much. On his way home, some drunk rear-ended him at a stop
light."

"He was driving the 4Runner he had just gotten for his birthday in May, and
the other guy was in a Civic or something, so he didn't really get hurt,"
Mitchell added.

"That's good," I asked, but then it occurred to me that there must be more
to the story, or else Mitchell wouldn't have brought it up. "Had he been
drinking?"

Paden nodded. "Yeah, not much, but still, the cop suspected it because he
was out so late."

"Dammit," I said. I had spoken to all of my students about not making poor
decisions, especially drinking and driving. At least he hadn't gotten hurt,
though. "You guys have got to be smarter about things."

Paden put his hands up defensively. "Hey, I don't drink and drive."

"It was the other guy's fault, though, so it's not really fair," Mitchell
said. "Colin wasn't even over the legal limit."

One of my lawyer friends, who often dealt with DUI cases said, "There's no
such thing as 'legal limit' for underage drinkers."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "What could happen to him?" I asked.

"He'll probably get off easy for his first time, depending on what his BAC
was. If it happens again, though, he can expect leniency to go out the
window."

"His license was suspended for 6 months," Paden said, "but his parents have
taken it away for a full year." I knew that this was tantamount to death
for a teenager.

"And his dad kicked him out," Mitchell said, once again adding an important
point that Paden had overlooked.

Colin's parents had divorced many years ago, and he used to spend half his
time at his mom's house and half his time at his dad's house. It sounded
like he was no longer welcome at his dad's house. They hadn't had the best
relationship anyway, and this had obviously made things worse.

"His mom?" I asked, hoping that she hadn't abandoned him as well.

"She's okay. She's mad as hell and disappointed, but she isn't going to
kick him out," Paden said. "And he's pretty much grounded for the rest of
the summer."

I shook my head. "Well, I'm sure it'll end up being okay."

Just then another bare-chested, tanned teenager showed up. "Mitch!" he
shouted. "There you are. Mom's been looking for you." Even if he hadn't
referred to "mom" when he addressed Mitchell, I'd have recognized him as
Mitchell's brother Russell. He was about as tall as Paden with a lean,
defined physique. His hair was the same golden brown as Mitchell's, but
instead of Mitchell's shaggy mop top, it was short and parted on the right
side. And although his lips were not as plump as Mitchell's, they were the
same ruby red color.

"Hey Russ," Paden said, greeting his classmate with a nod of the head.

"'Sup, man?" Russ responded. He had the same quiet confidence that Paden
had, and the two of them standing together created an erection-inducing
picture. My dick, which had deflated upon the news about Colin's
difficulty, was reawakening.

"Just talking to Mr. A about our summers so far." Paden nodded in my
direction.

The night that we returned from the soccer tournament in January was the
first time I had heard that Mitchell had a brother the same age as Paden
and that he was a rower. None of my students had said much about him, even
my other rowers, and I had only heard his name in passing as a member of
the team. I had never even seen him at school. I wanted to know more about
him, since Mitchell had been such an exciting addition to my life, but it
would have been strange to start asking questions. Seeing him for the first
time now, I was quite pleased. He had some acne on his left cheek, but he
was quite handsome. His arms and legs were muscular from rowing. Like me,
he was wearing cargo shorts, which left me wondering what he was
packing. Mitchell was big for his age (for any age, really), and the two
looked similar enough that it was easy to assume they had both been gifted.

"The famous Mr. A," Russ said, stretching out his hand. I shook it, giving
it a solid squeeze.

"Famous?" I asked. Did he know about Mitchell and Paden and me? Were he and
Mitchell that close? The fact that I had never heard Mitchell mention him
before that January night made me doubt their fraternal attachment.

"All my friends talk about what a great teacher you are and how much they
like your class," Russ explained. "I actually tried to switch my schedule
last year, but I couldn't."

"That's too bad," I said sincerely. I wouldn't have minded seeing this
excellent specimen of a teen male every day. "Maybe next year. If you're
lucky," I joked.

He grinned. "If YOU'RE lucky," he joked back. We laughed. "We better go,
Mitch," he said, grabbing his younger brother by the back of the neck.

Mitchell twisted out of his grip. "Stop it," he said, elbowing Russ in the
side and taking off at a run. The bare-chested older boys followed.

I rejoined my friends, and we continued talking and drinking. Soon, the sun
was gone, and the show started. It lasted for about an hour. After the
grand finale -- a straight two-minute explosion of multi-colored lights --
we packed up our stuff and drove home. I had wisely chosen to leave my car
at home and instead had ridden with one of my friends who didn't drink
much. He had driven me to the barbecue and then to the fireworks, and was
now driving several of us home, so I didn't have to worry about a DUI of my
own. The school board subscribed to the idea that a teacher was held to
higher ethical standards than other professionals, and a teacher at my
school had been fired the previous year because of a DUI. I had been known
to drive a little tipsy in the past, although never completely drunk, but
since my colleague had been fired, I had stopped even doing that.

My friend dropped me off at home, and I stumbled inside, feeling much less
drunk than I had when we had begun the drive home. It had taken at least 30
minutes to get out of the subdivision, as apparently nearly everyone who
was there watching the show did not actually live there.

I was feeling quite horny when I got home, and the first thing I did was go
to my room and strip down to my boxerbriefs. I grabbed some ibuprofen and a
multivitamin from the bathroom and headed downstairs for some water. My
bulge bounced and swung pendulously as I took the steps down. I sat down on
the couch with my legs spread. My package settled heavily onto the
cushion. I took the pills and gulped the water. I placed the glass on the
table and opened my laptop.

As the computer booted up, I absently rubbed my limp-cocked package. My
dick responded immediately, pushing against the stretchy fabric of my
underwear. I wrapped my fingers around the firm tube of meat and adjusted
it up and to the right, directing it down the leg of my underwear, where it
could lengthen without impediment.

My buddy list appeared, and I scanned the names of those online. Most of my
online friends were marked as idle or away, but one clearly showed as
available -- Colin's. I stared at the screen for a few minutes with my hand
cupped around semi-hard schlong. I squeezed gently. My dick lengthened. My
cockhead was outlined clearly near the bottom of the leg of my briefs.

The alcohol had weakened my resolve, and I finally gave in to the urge to
talk to him. "Hey Colin," I typed. I wasn't sure if he would respond, but I
hoped he would.

"abs," he responded.

"What's up, boyo?" I asked.

"jst talkng 2 sum ppl. u?"

It had been a long time since I had read his ridiculous online shorthand,
which I both hated and found endearing.

"I just got back from the fireworks. A little tipsy. Girlfriend's out of
town."

"u gt a gf now?"

"I've been seeing her for a few months," I responded.

"i thought u were teh play around type."

"I still am... for some things ;)"

A couple minutes passed as I waited to see if he would respond. I finally
typed, "I saw Paden and Mitchell tonight."

"o yeh? and?"

"Paden told me what happened last month. I was worried."

"im ok, " he typed back. "it was a small car. i didnt get hurt"

"I'm more worried about how you're doing otherwise," I explained. "He told
me about your dad, too, and that you and your girlfriend broke up." A
minute passed, and he hadn't responded. I continued to wait. Two minutes. I
started to type again, but stopped. I didn't want to push him. I figured if
he wanted to talk about it, he'd talk about it.

I looked down at my crotch. The gravity of the topic had caused me to lose
my semi, and my long cock had receded back up the leg of my shorts. I
opened my web browser to find something to jack off to. As the page loaded,
I heard the "door close" sound from my messenger, and I switched back in
time to see Colin's name fade and disappear.

I closed my browser, shut the laptop, and stood up. I reached into my
boxerbriefs and arranged my package more comfortably. He hadn't wanted to
talk about it, I supposed, and I no longer felt like jacking off. I shut
off the lights downstairs and headed upstairs to bed.

I was having a dream about soccer. Paden and Mitchell were running on the
pitch naked with Mitchell's brother close behind them. A referee was
chasing them holding up red cards and blowing his whistle, but it wasn't
the usual sound of a whistle. It kept repeating and sounded more like a
bell. Finally the realization came that it was actually my doorbell
ringing, not the ref's whistle. I woke slowly and picked up my phone to
check the time. I had been in bed for a little more than an hour. The bell
kept ringing.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, throwing off the sheet and getting out of
bed. Whoever it was had excellent timing; I had awakened with a full
hard-on, which was arched up to the right, curving against my waist. I hit
the light at the top of the stairs and the ringing stopped. As I headed
down the stairs, my package bounced heavily, losing its hardness but not
much of its size. By the time I reached the door, I was no longer hard, but
the right side of my shorts bulged obscenely with the outline of my Italian
sausage and egg-fat balls.

I turned on the porch light and opened the door. My breath caught in my
chest. Colin stood at my door, brightly illuminated by the porch light. The
sleeves of his t-shirt were stretched taut around his large biceps, muscled
but not defined. "Without me, it's just 'aweso'" was emblazoned in dark
blue across his pecs. It was a shirt he had worn many times over the past
year, and it was one of the many that had made his old friends like Paden
mock him. He was wearing basketball shorts and flip-flops. The outline of
his teen cockhead showed clearly in the shorts. His bike was leaning
against the wall near the door.

"Colin," I managed to say. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

His hazel eyes glistened a bit. His lips were pressed tightly together. He
swallowed, "Abs," he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but
stopped. I realized he was about to cry. I reached out and pulled him to
me, wrapping my arms around him. He was sweaty from the bike ride, but I
held on and brought him inside, shutting and locking the door behind us.

We stood near the door for several moments with our arms around each
other. He wasn't crying, but I could feel his body shaking. My cock,
pressed against his left hip, was responding positively to the nearness of
Colin's muscled body. His dick was poking me in the thigh.

I let go of him and held him at arm's length. I squeezed his biceps. He
looked down bashfully. I led him into the living room, and we sat down
together on the couch. I turned to him. "What are you doing here, baby?" I
asked again. He shuddered at the term "baby." "I thought you were
grounded."

"I am," he said. "I snuck out, and if my mom wakes up and finds me gone,
I'm going to be in so much more trouble than I am right now."

"Then I ask again... What are you doing here?"

"You know, when the breakup first happened, I wanted to talk to you. I
wanted to call you or come over, but I couldn't. I knew what had happened
with Grayson. So I went to that party. I knew Paden would be there. I hoped
we could talk, that maybe it could be like before, but he didn't even talk
to me. He said hey when he saw me, but that's it."

I nodded. "Did you try talking to him?" I asked.

Colin sighed and shook his head. "Not really. Everything has been so
weird. I didn't even know what to say. I finally just left."

"And then there was the accident."

He nodded. "Yes. I was so mad, but at least it wasn't my fault, and at
least I wasn't actually drunk."

I squeezed his thigh. "And at least you didn't get hurt," I added.

"You know, my dad never even bothered to ask what happened. He just raged
about the cost of the fine and how insurance was going to go up." I started
to say something encouraging, but he kept going on. "I hadn't had a drink
in months. He knew my girlfriend wasn't into that. He didn't even ask why I
was drinking that night. You would think he'd have asked, if he cared, you
know?"

I put my left arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me. He rested his
head on my chest, and I could feel his tears. I didn't say anything, but
only held him. I smoothed his hair and rubbed his head with my right
hand. After a few minutes, he lifted his head from my chest. I looked into
his eyes and used my thumbs to wipe the tears from his face.

"Sorry," he said. "I feel so stupid, crying like a girl."

"It's okay, baby," I said. "You've had a rough few weeks."

He smiled. "I knew you'd understand. I was so happy when you messaged me,
but I wasn't sure what to do. I tried to play it cool, but then you started
asking about me, like you really cared..."

"I do really care," I assured him. "I've hated how strained everything has
been with you and Paden and me. I missed freshman you."

"You're like the only one who cares besides my mom. I had to come."

We sat silently, thigh to thigh. I put my arm around him again, and he
rested his head on my shoulder.

"Are you going to make me go home now?" he asked after a few minutes.

"Do you want to go home right now?" I asked. It was about 1 in the
morning. He shook his head. "Then I'm not going to make you go home right
now, but you will have to be home before your mom wakes up."

"So I can stay a while?" He looked up, and I looked down to meet his
gaze. His dark eyelashes framed his hopeful hazel eyes. He placed his hand
on my left thigh. The proximity of the well-built 16-year-old jock had kept
my dick at half-mast since we sat down. I stood up and took his hand and
pulled him to his feet.

"Let's go upstairs," I said in a cheesy voice and smiled. Colin's face lit
up when he smiled back.

Once inside the bedroom I pushed Colin against the wall and pressed my lips
to his, kissing him hard. I slid my tongue between his lips and into his
mouth. He pushed his tongue back against mine. He put his hands on my hips
and pulled me hard against him. He was completely hard, and I was well on
my way. I felt the blood flow to my crotch increase when his cock touched
mine.

I reached for the bottom of Colin's shirt to pull it off. I broke the kiss,
and he raised his hands over his head. I lifted the shirt, exposing his
teenage torso. He had developed a full, dark treasure trail, and a
scattering of dark hair had spread across his chest. Colin pulled his shirt
the rest of the way off.

I bent my head to his chest and nipped at his hard left nipple. He moaned
and rested his head against the wall. I kissed his plump pecs and worked my
way over to his right nipple. I swirled my tongue around the hard nub and
took it between my teeth. Colin breathed in sharply and grabbed my
shoulders.

I moved my way up to his neck, breathing in his teenage boy scent as I
planted kisses all over his neck and the unshaven area under his chin. He
groaned loudly. I ran my hands up his sides. He shuddered and broke out in
goose bumps. I brought my fingers up under his arms and lifted them back
over his head. I held his wrists together with one hand and pinned them
against the wall.

I looked him over. His basketball shorts were tented with his hard cock. My
own shorts gaped open at the top, as my cock had long ago grown fully hard
and stretched them away from my body.

Our eyes met, and I moved in to kiss him again. Our cocks touched. I
reached down and arranged them both so they were pointing up. My dick rose
several inches above the waistband of my boxerbriefs. My cockhead glistened
with precum. I pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, our tongues
sliding longingly over and around each other.

As we kissed, we rubbed our bodies against each other, chest-to-chest and
cock-to-cock. I nipped at Colin's neck again, and he turned his head and
breathed in deeply. I moved up to his earlobe and nibbled it gently and
growled into his ear. The vibrations of my deep voice in his ear caused him
to shudder, and I felt his body weaken.

When I released his arms and stepped back, they fell limply at his sides,
and he sagged against the wall. I shucked my boxerbriefs, finally releasing
my fully hard 9.5-inch Italian fuck prong. My heavy, hard meat bobbed up
and down once it was free.

Colin reached out and wrapped his hand around my fat prick. He whimpered
when I made my dick bounce and swell in his hand. He used my dick to pull
me back to him, and we kissed again as Colin rubbed my prick, coating it
with precum.

Finally, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I kissed his stomach, the
"insulated six-pack" as he had once called it. He entwined his fingers in
my thick, dark hair. I pulled down his basketball shorts. His dick had
gained some girth, but looked to be about the same length as the last time
we had met, so many months ago. And it still stuck out from his body at a
90-degree angle. His pubes were trimmed and his balls were shaven smooth,
both of which I figured were influences from his girlfriend. A small drop
of precum showed at the tip.

I looked up into Colin's eyes and smiled. Then, I stuck out my tongue and
flicked it across the tip of his teenage prick, licking up his precum. A
quiet moan escaped his mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, dragging
it across the sensitive corona of his swollen glans. I parted my lips and
took his entire 7-inch length into my mouth and throat. He tensed against
the wall and grabbed onto my head; he panted.

I used my throat to massage the head of his cock while my tongue coated the
shaft with spit. With his balls cupped firmly in my right hand, I started
bobbing up and down on his jock dick. Colin was now leaning forward over
me, gripping my shoulders for support. I released his cock from my mouth
and started working on his smooth sac, sucking each teencum-filled egg
between my lips. With the fingers of my right hand, I massaged his
prostate, which made his cock swell. Some more precum oozed from the tip.

Releasing his balls from my lips, I licked up the underside of his cock
from the base to the tip. I flicked my tongue against his frenulum, and his
precum oozed down onto it. I took just the head into my mouth and nursed it
gently, stroking the shaft with my left hand and massaging his full balls
with my right. I could feel his balls tightening, and his breathing was
getting faster. I released his cock and looked up at him.

Colin's eyes were a mixture of disappointment and desperation. I stepped
close to him again. "Not yet, baby," I growled into his ear. He shuddered.

I grabbed onto his waist and moved him around, so that we had switched
positions and I was now against the wall. My fat, full cock was demanding
attention. With very slight pressure on his shoulders, I pushed Colin to
his knees. I gazed down into his hazel eyes and smoothed back his
hair. With my right hand, I pressed my engorged, sticky knob against his
left cheek. The stubble on his cheeks was prickly, but as evidence of the
fact that he was growing up, it actually turned me on more.

I wiped my glans across his cheek and lips to his right cheek, leaving a
string of precum in its wake. Colin grabbed the base of my fat prong and
brought my dickhead to his lips. He kissed my knob gently; his lips
glistened. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, and he started
lapping at the ooze of self-lube that was dripping from my wide piss slit.

I placed my hand on the back of his head and urged him forward. Colin
opened his mouth and finally wrapped his lips around my broad, flared
dickhead. I kept my hand on the back of his head, gently encouraging him
further down my shaft. He kept one hand the base of my dick, stroking and
squeezing it; his other hand was braced on my thigh to make sure I didn't
force him further down than he wanted to go.

As I reached the back of his throat, Colin gagged. I let go of his head. He
used his mouth and tongue on the thick Italian meat that could fit in his
mouth while he continued stroking the remaining several inches. He bobbed
up and down on me, each time trying to take more of me into his mouth. It
had been a long time since Colin had sucked dick, or at least a dick as big
as mine, so I was being patient, but the urge to go balls-deep into his
throat was growing.

His long tongue swabbed the broad sides of my shaft again and again as he
moved his head up and down on me. I started thrusting my hips slowly,
almost imperceptibly at first. Colin now placed both hands on my waist. I
put my hand on the back of his head again. I continued thrusting my hips
forward while gently exerting pressure on the back of his head. Soon, I
felt the swollen tip of my dick enter Colin's throat, and I let out a loud
moan and sagged against the wall. I was back inside my boy's throat. My
dick throbbed insistently.

With little encouragement from me, Colin continued working my shaft deeper
into his throat, until the entire fat length of my cock filled his mouth
and my wrinkled heavy ballsac was pressed against his chin.

Up and down Colin bobbed, using his hands, tongue, and lips on every hard
inch of me. He pulled all the way off of me and buried his face in my
nutbag. He breathed in my scent deeply and sucked on each sperm-swollen
orb. I grabbed my dick and pushed the weight of it down on his head. I
gently tapped him with it. He released my nads from between his lips and
then kissed his way up the length of the left side of my prong to the head,
which he nursed between his lips before kissing his way down the other
side.

Colin sighed and held my wet, tumid dick against his cheek. I tensed my PC
muscles, and my dick bounced in Colin's hand. He looked up at me. "Your
cock is so amazing," he said and smiled.

"I know," I said, making it bounce again. "And it'll be even better inside
your ass." Colin whimpered.

He let go of my dick and started kissing my stomach, giving each distinct
ab a peck and sliding his tongue along the ridges. He worked his way up to
my smooth chest, licking each of my pecs and sucking on the swollen
muscle. He took my hard brown nipples between his teeth and bit gently. I
groaned and arched against him.

Colin brought his lips to mine. We were cock-to-cock again and kissing
deeply. Colin's cock was pressed against my abs, and I held him tight
against me. He moved his hips up and down as if fucking the grooves of my
stomach muscles. My own dick was pressed against his stomach, smearing his
hairy teen abdomen with precum and boy spit.

I led Colin to the bed and told him to lie down on his back. I pulled him
to the edge of the bed, so that his ass almost hanging off of it. I pushed
his legs up into the air and knelt down. Like his pecs, he had developed a
light dusting of dark hair on his bubble ass since the last time I had been
with him.

I spread his ass cheeks and started licking at his small, puckered
hole. With my right index finger I kept a constant pressure on his
prostate. I tongued his hole, tracing the tight sphincter. It twitched. I
used my other hand in conjunction with my tongue to encourage the sphincter
to open. I heard a deep, long sigh from Colin. My oral ministrations on his
hole were causing him to relax, which is exactly what he needed to do.

Using only my spit as lube, I inserted one and then two fingers into
Colin's teen hole, loosening him for my fat prick. My dick stood rigid and
ready, engorged and insistent.

I reached under the bed for lube, which I squirted on Colin's hole and my
fingers before sliding a third inside of him. He tensed immediately. I
reached up and rubbed his stomach. "Relax, boyo," I encouraged. "Just
relax." I felt his hole loosen.

I applied more and more lube over the next few minutes as I worked to make
his hole ready. Finally, I pulled out my fingers and stood up. My cock was
already slick with precum, but I added lube to the mixture. My swollen,
angry rod was hot to the touch.

I pushed the broad tip of my fuck stick against Colin's hole, which opened
obediently to accept me. I broke through the sphincter and groaned as it
clenched tightly on my invading weapon. Colin's face screwed up as a spasm
of pain wracked his body. I again rubbed his stomach, encouraging him to
relax. "Look at me, baby," I said. He opened his eyes. "Just breathe."

I inserted about five inches of pipe into his hole and paused, letting him
adjust to me. I squirted more lube into his hole and onto my dick. I
rotated my hips in a screwing motion, loosening his hole. His teeth were
clenched, but he didn't resist. Then I started working my way further into
him.

Our eyes remained locked together. Soon he was filled with almost every
inch of my dick. I smiled down at him. A look of relief crossed his face. I
again gave his insides a moment to adjust to my invading prick. Then, I
started to slide out. I adjusted the angle of my hips slightly, so that as
my curved dick pulled out of Colin's tight teen hole, my broad, flat
cockhead would graze his prostate.

My boy's jock body twitched and I felt him shudder. I stopped and made
short, quick thrusting motions against his g-spot. Colin twisted beneath
me, moaning. His right arm was over his eyes, and his left hand was
gripping my sheets. I pushed all the way back inside of him until my
substantial cum pouch rested on his muscled teen ass. Colin wrapped his
legs tight around me, holding me inside of him, and started bucking his
hips up against me, as if trying to get me deeper inside.

I pushed him further up onto the bed and climbed on, never taking my dick
from his ass. I was now on top of him, face to face. "You like that?" I
asked, again using quick jabs of my cock against his prostate.

"Yes," he breathed huskily.

"You want it harder?" I asked, covering his mouth with mine before he could
answer. He bucked his hips against me and groaned loudly, which I
interpreted as a yes.

I slid my dick all the way out until only the head was inside his hole, and
then I drove it back in to the hilt. I increased the speed of my thrusts,
until I was drilling Colin hard and fast. He writhed beneath me, meeting me
thrust for thrust. I reached under him and grabbed his shoulders, pulling
us closer together.

I watched his face the entire time we fucked, taking note of every
contortion, the pain when I went too deep, and the ecstasy when I
stimulated his g-spot. His eyes would close in pleasure, and then flutter
open. I met his gaze each time and smiled at him, reveling in the pleasure
I was bringing my teenjock lover.

"Oh God, Abs," he whimpered. "Oh God."

"That's it, baby," I grunted back. "Take me inside of you. Let me make love
to you with every inch." My thrusts were becoming jerky and irregular as I
got closer to cumming. Being inside Colin's tight hole after so long was so
exciting that I had almost cum as soon as I breached his hole.

He reached between us to stroke his smooth, 7-inch teen prick. His balls
had drawn up inside his body and were bulging at the base of his dick. He
had barely touched the swollen shaft when he exploded. Colin let out a
strangled yell and two shots of adolescent spooge spurted against my
stomach from the spongy tip of his cock. The rest of his sweet teen load
dribbled out over his fingers and onto his stomach.

I groaned loudly in response to Colin. The feel of his cum on my stomach
and his ass clenching and releasing my meat brought me to the edge. Colin
felt me shudder on top of him, and I started to pull out, ready to drop my
copious load of sperm and semen onto his sweaty jock body.

"No," he grunted, and pulled me back down into him. "I want it inside me."

"Oh God, baby," I growled between clenched teeth.

My eyes rolled up into my head and all of my muscles tensed. My dick
swelled, and my piss slit opened to deliver my seed into teenjock's
well-worked hole. My dick twitched as each gush of sperm rocketed up my
urethra and flooded Colin's guts.

I finally collapsed on top of him, but I didn't pull out. He held my sweaty
muscular body to his. As my dick softened, it dropped from his cummy
hole. Finally, I rolled off of him and lay down next to him, catching my
breath.

"What was that? Like 10 shots?" he asked, gingerly touching his abused
hole.

I looked over at him and grinned. "Could you feel it?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled back. "How could I not feel a firehouse exploding
inside of me?"

I chuckled and raised myself up on my elbow to look at him more
directly. "You're okay, though?" He certainly looked happy, but I had to
check. He moved closer to me.

"I'm very okay," he said contentedly.

I pulled him close to me, and we lay together for several minutes saying
nothing. Colin was dozing, and I wanted to go to sleep with him close to
me, but I knew it was a bad idea. He had to be home before his mom woke
up. Hell, it was entirely possible that she had already noticed his absence
and was freaking out. We couldn't risk it. I hated to wake him, but I had
to.

"Colin," I whispered into his ear. "You gotta wake up, baby. We can't sleep
like this. You have to get home."

"Ugggh," he groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. Now get up. We'll take a shower, and then I'll drive you
home."

I got out of bed and pulled him up by his arms. I led him to the bathroom,
and we both got into the shower. I washed his body, cleaning the cum and
spit from his stomach and pubes. Then, I knelt down as he braced against
the wall, and I gently cleaned the cum and lube from his hole.

Then, I reached between his legs and started stroking his dick, which had
begun to harden while I washed his body. He turned around and presented me
with his fully hard teendick. His back was to the showerhead, and the water
streamed down muscled chest and torso.

I took him into my mouth and sucked hard, bobbing my head quickly up and
down the length of his dick. I used my left hand and mouth together,
stroking and sucking his teenage prong. I cupped his balls and massaged
them with my right hand.

I sucked him deep into my throat, using my mouth like a vacuum on his
turgid piece. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him against me. His balls
were on my chin; my nose was in his pubes. I worked my throat on his
cockhead.

"I'm gonna cum, Abs," he muttered. His hands clenched on my head, his dick
twitched in my mouth, and then he was cumming. His teen sperm streamed from
his cocktip onto my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop of
his jock stud load.

"My turn," he said, when I finally let go of his soft cock.

We switched places, and Colin was now on his knees in front of the erect
mass of my endowment. My balls were hanging especially low because of the
heat of the shower. He reached up and pulled on them, wrapping his hands
around the top of the voluminous bag and stroking downwards, as if he were
milking my sperm tanks. The downward pressure on my sac brought the angle
of my dick down, and it pointed straight at Colin's face. He teased the
frenulum and the piss slit with his tongue before planting a kiss on the
swollen tip.

Then, he opened his mouth wide and took as much of me as he could in one
gulp. His lips closed tightly about halfway down the length of my dick, and
he sucked in his cheeks. As before, he used his hands on the inches outside
his mouth while using his tongue to bathe what he had inside. With little
encouragement from me he worked his way down my rod, finally taking me into
his throat.

My legs trembled when I felt his throat close around my cockhead, and I
gripped is head for balance. Taking this as a cue from me, Colin removed
his hand from my shaft and opened his mouth even wider. He looked up at me
through the water that was spilling off of my body and onto his face. He
was offering his throat as a hole for me.

I pushed my dick all the way down his throat. He choked, and I pulled out,
but I immediately reinserted it. He choked again, and I pulled out
briefly. Soon, I was able to fuck my dick in and out of his throat with
ease.

"That's it baby," I groaned over and over. "Take all of me. Choke on my fat
Italian meat."

He obediently gave up his mouth and throat to my pillaging prick. A
strangled gurgle escaped his throat.

"Fuck, I love that sound," I said, pushing harder into him again. Even when
he was gagging, he didn't try to push me out of his mouth. Occasionally, I
would go balls deep into his throat and hold him in place, with my saggy
sac hanging against his chin and my pubes tickling his nose.

As I got closer to releasing my second load of the night, I stopped the
facefuck and let Colin resume control. His jaw was sore, so he stroked my
dick while giving his jaw a rest. He used both hands on me, gliding them up
and down the entire length of my girthy sausage. He squeezed and massaged
the shaft of my dick and took only the head between his lips. Precum flowed
continuously over his tongue, and he swallowed it eagerly.

He nursed the head and started using alternate hand strokes. With his left
hand, he rubbed my dick from the top near his mouth down to the base, and
then followed it immediately with his right hand. Again and again, one hand
followed by the other, bringing me closer to explosion. His lips were
locked firmly behind my glans, and his tongue worked the sensitive knob of
my dick non-stop. He slid the tip of his tongue into my piss hole.

"Your tongue's gonna make me blow, boyo," I said.

I pulled my dick from his mouth and stroked the length of it several
times. "You want my cum?" I rubbed the back of his head, and he looked up
at me and nodded. His mouth was open and his tongue was lolling out of it,
ready for my delivery.

"Ready?" I grunted. My muscles tensed, and I was up on the tips of my toes,
towering over the teenager on his knees before me. Colin didn't have time
to respond, as my piss slit gaped open and released the first thick, white
rope of my cum. It landed heavily across his face, from the top right of
his head down to the bottom left of his chin. Another rope followed
immediately, dropping across his nose and down his chin, dripping onto his
chest. String after string of my Italian cream splattered across Colin's
face, on his tongue, in his eyes, on his shoulders.

My orgasm subsided, and, starting at the base of my cum tube, I squeezed
the remnants of my load up the length of my dick and onto Colin's
tongue. He took my softening cock into his mouth and sucked anything that
remained from the tip. His face was lathered in sperm.

"That's a good look on you," I teased when I finally caught my breath.

"Very funny," he said. "I forgot how much you can actually shoot."

I smirked. "I didn't forget how good you look glazed with my jism."

His long tongue darted around his mouth, licking up all the cum it could
reach.

"Want some help with that?" I asked. With my fingers, I scooped some cum
from his chest and shoulders and inserted them into his mouth. He licked my
fingers clean and sucked on them. My dick, which wasn't yet completely
soft, immediately responded. I knew we didn't have time for another round,
so with immense effort I pulled my fingers from his mouth.

"We better get cleaned up."

We managed to finish showering and to get dressed without any further
distractions. Once ready, we loaded Colin's bike onto my car's bike rack,
and I drove him home.

"I'm really glad you decided to message me," Colin said.

"I am, too," I said. "I'm really glad you decided to come over." I turned
to him with a smile, and I squeezed his thigh.

"But we can't really do it again, can we?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I have a girlfriend, now, you know. And that
whole thing with Grayson has made me really nervous. Plus, I'm sure you'll
get another girlfriend, and then we'll both have less time and inclination
to mess around together."

He nodded, but I could tell he was disappointed.

"But never say never," I added. He perked up.

I stopped at the end of his block to reduce the chance of his mom waking up
because of a car idling in front of the house. I got out and took down his
bike. I pulled Colin to me, and we kissed briefly. "Be careful," I
whispered in his ear before I let him go.

Colin got on his bike and rode off; I got in my car and turned to head in
the opposite direction.

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