Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2008 12:32:58 -0500
From: alessandro <grossoitaliano@gmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: paden and chaz

It's been way too long, and I apologize. Life and work sometimes get in the
way of other things. If I could devote all my time to these, that would be
great, but I gotta make money!

This episode picks up where the last left off, so you might want to go back
and re-read that one. I myself think that I'll take some time to go back
and re-read the stories in order to make sure that I don't get too far off
track from the original. Please do keep in mind that it has been a LONG
TIME, so if there's something in here contradictory to what I've said
before about a character, just let me know, but don't go nuts over it.

Also, it's been so long since I've written, that the quality here might not
be what you (and I) are used to.

As usual, please let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcome
(and necessary to keep it good!). See the note at the end for contact
information. Please note that my e-mail has changed!

Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in
the adult-youth section. I have also published another non-Mr. A story in
the highschool section entitled "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin."

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to
real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old
enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It
never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex
between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life,
however, are played by people aged 18 and over (and you should be 18 if
you're reading this!). If you are not interested in reading about this (or
other male-on-male sex), please leave now. This story is mine; don't steal
it or post elsewhere without my permission.  (That means it's copyrighted
by me, in case you were confused.)

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Once back at my house, I unpacked before calling my friends and going out
to dinner. I had missed out on the teacher workday because of the delayed
flight, so immediately after dinner I returned home in order to make sure
that I had everything prepared for the next day. I hated going right back
into work after a long break, because I felt like I was behind, so I spent
the entire evening working. Before bed, I signed on to AIM to look for
Colin, but he wasn't online. I hadn't talked to him for a while, and I had
to admit that I missed him and Paden and some of the others. I signed off
and got ready for bed.

"After winter break" is what I had promised Colin the last time he came to
me. As I lay in my bed, I smiled at the thought of it. I reached down and
started rubbing and pulling on my limp dick as the vision of Colin's hazel
eyes and dark hair came into my mind along with his smooth, tight body and
thin cock. My cock lengthened and hardened as I envisioned kissing his
lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth as we moved our bodies together,
groping each other after weeks of not touching. I imagined eating his ass
again, getting him ready for my cock. I could practically hear his
moans. My swollen dick throbbed in my hands.

And then I stopped and let go of my cock. It slapped audibly against my
stomach and trembled; a small puddle of precum gathered in the ridges of my
abs. If Colin and I were going to get together tomorrow, I wanted to save
every drop that I had for his tight ass or smooth face. I turned onto my
side, and my cock flopped down onto the mattress like a kickstand. I
grinned, thinking about what might happen after soccer practice the next
day.

As I slept, I dreamt about Colin and Paden, even Mitchell. I replayed in my
mind my experience with Chaz. Unsurprisingly, I awoke the next morning with
a demanding hard-on. My fat cock stood out, more rigid than ever
before. The swollen purple head was oozing precum. I looked down at the
sheet and caught sight of a spot larger than a soda can--a ring of dried,
off-white juice, the middle of which was still quite sticky and wet. My
cock was throbbing, bouncing on its own, as if it were trying to detach
itself and find relief somewhere. I reached down and cupped my hanging
balls, lifting them up from between my legs; they felt heavy. I let go of
them and gently tickled the underside of my swollen prick. It was hot. I
moaned involuntarily and closed my eyes. I quickly took my hand away. If I
started, I wouldn?t be able to stop, and I had already decided to save it
for Colin.

I got out of bed and walked to the shower. A cold shower, I thought to
myself. This was going to be a tough day. My cock bobbed up and down,
swayed back and forth as I walked. Precum continued to seep out my piss
slit and dripped down onto the tile floor.

I managed to get my erection under control enough to get dressed. I packed
my chubby into some compression shorts, thinking that I?d need the extra
control if I didn?t want to get in trouble for indecent exposure at school.

I used my planning period to take care of some routine stuff, see if I had
missed anything important on the planning/workday that I had missed, and
then headed back to my room to wait for 2nd period to begin. The bell rang
and my heart beat a little faster. Blaster and Gary were in this class, as
well as a couple of others that I thought Ron had mentioned showing up at
the club. Ashton was especially interesting to me. He was not just
attractive, he was pretty, and he had long black eye-lashes and green
eyes. My thick white cream would look perfect dripping from his olive skin.

"Mr. A!" Todd shouted as he entered. "Long time, no see, man. How was your
break?"

"It was good, Blaster," I said with a wink. "I had a lot of fun. It was
nice to see my family."

"Yeah? I heard you were stuck an extra day because of the weather."

"You did, huh? How'd you hear that?" I asked, knowing it had to be from
Chaz.

"Chaz said that you two had to share a hotel room because the flights were
all messed up," Todd replied, grinning.

I wondered how much Chaz had actually told Todd, if anything. Chaz didn't
seem the type who would go around telling people about something like that.

"Yeah, we did. There wasn't much choice, after the flight was
canceled. Besides, I promised his mom that he would be safe, so I couldn't
leave him at the airport."

"That was very nice of you," Todd said, coming closer. He whispered, "I'm
sure he appreciated it. I mean, I remember sharing a dorm with you. Well,
not exactly sharing?" Todd trailed off.

"Shut up, Todd," I said. "It wasn't like that," I lied. If Chaz wanted to
tell him what had happened, that was fine with me; I trusted all of them to
be discreet, so I wasn't going to say anything.

Todd nodded. "Too bad for Chaz, then."

So class went on and the bell rang for 3rd period. Mitchell came bounding
in, excitable as usual. "Hey, Mr. A!" he shouted coming in. "How was your
break? Mine was good. Did you do anything fun? I did."

His enthusiasm startled me a bit. "Chill out, man," I said, laughing. "It
was good, and yes I did. A lot of things. What'd you do?"

"I spent a lot of extra time with Paden practicing, so I could get better
and maybe make Varsity next year or even get moved up after JV season's
over."

"Really? Paden helped you out with that, huh?" I remembered the sort of
hero-worship that Mitchell had for Paden, thinking back to what Mitchell
had said he remembered of Paden in middle school. Part of me hoped that
this extra time involved more than just soccer, but I didn't dare ask
Mitchell.

Mitchell nodded, his shaggy brownish-blond hair bobbing. His mouth broke
into a huge smile. I again marveled at how large his mouth was. I felt a
twitch in my pants. He was only 14, but I knew my beercan-cock could fit
easily between those lips.

"It was awesome," Mitchell finished. "I learned a lot."

"Good," I said. "That was nice of him." Mitchell grinned.

The bell rang and class started.

The next period, Colin and Paden came in. I was expecting Colin to be happy
to see me, but when he came in, he barely nodded at me and took his
seat. He was different. He no longer looked like the young, cute jock that
I had started playing with. He had patchy facial hair, not the smooth face
that he'd had just a couple weeks before. He was wearing skinny jeans with
a white, studded belt and one of those annoying novelty t-shirts, one size
too small. Paden, however, grinned widely and walked up to me.

"What's up, Mr. A?" Paden asked, shaking my hand. "How was your break?"

"It was very relaxing, Paden," I replied with a wink. Colin looked up at
me, as if he wanted to say something, join in the conversation. Our eyes
met briefly, and he looked down. "How was yours?" I asked Paden.

"Pretty good, also. Had some fun of my own," he said suggestively.

"Oh yeah? Any one I know?"

"Yes and no." He winked at me. I looked at him quizzically. "I'll tell you
about it later."

I nodded, and we started class. I said bye to every one when the bell rang,
and took particular care to get Colin's attention, but he still didn't
respond. I went to lunch trying to figure out what could possibly have
happened in the two short weeks of Winter Break.

After lunch, I saw Chaz in 5th period. Like Mitchell, he came bounding into
the room. "What's up, Mr. A!" he shouted, a stupid grin on his face,
showing off his perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth.

"What are you so excited about?" I asked.

"Can't wait for soccer practice this afternoon. It's been too long!"

I chuckled. "Most guys love the opportunity to take a break from
practice. You can't wait to get back."

"Damn right," he said. "I'm not afraid of a work-out." He winked at me,
pulled the sleeve of his shirt up a bit and flexed his bicep.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You know that you're not allowed to
use your hands in soccer, right?" I joked. "Maybe you should be thinking
more about your legs."

As that class ended, Chaz approached. "You seen Colin today?" he asked. I
nodded. "Seems kind of different, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I answered. "I wonder what's going on."

"Well, Paden and Todd told me a little bit about it. Apparently a couple
days after break started, Colin went to this party and met this
girl. Totally straight-edge, scene girl. You know the kind." I
nodded. "He's been hanging out with her and her friends ever since. And
ONLY them. Paden said he hasn't been to practice, even though he's been in
town."

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

Chaz nodded. "I guess Paden would call him about practice each day, and
Colin would still be sleeping, even when it was like noon, 'cause he had
been up all night."

"That doesn't seem like him at all."

"I know," Chaz agreed, "but it happened. He barely talks to any of his old
friends, any more."

"I had noticed the change in his look," I said, "but I didn't know it was
this drastic."

"Yep," Chaz nodded. "You should talk to him."

"Why?" I asked. "It's not like I can tell him what to do or who to like."

Chaz shrugged. "I just think he'd listen to you."

Uncertain, I shook my head. "Maybe," I said. Colin had been acting
strangely before I left. There was that period of extreme jealousy after
the hotel encounter during the tournament. At that time, he had been upset
about Val, his first girlfriend. We had talked it out, and everything
seemed cool. He was upset when we didn't get together before Winter Break,
but I had promised him that we'd have fun when I got back. This news caught
me entirely by surprise.

"I wonder why Paden didn't mention anything earlier," I muttered.

"He probably didn't want to upset Colin or something."

As the day came to a close, I was surprised at the fact that I had managed
to keep from getting more than a chubby all day. I was also glad, though,
that I had worn the compression shorts instead of my usual boxerbriefs. I'm
sure if my junk had been able to move even a little, to brush lightly
against the cloth, I'd have been dealing with a lot more than a chubby.

I went to practice that afternoon for the first time in weeks. All of the
usual suspects were there, including Lyle, Travis, Todd, Chaz, Evan, and
Marcus. Colin, I noticed, was absent.

Aaron, though, was probably the happiest to see me.

As soon as I had walked onto the field, he started talking to me in hushed,
excited tones. "Man, I am so glad that you're back. I still want to hook
you up with this girl, the one I told you about before you left. Think we
could do that tonight?"

"Whoa, man, hold up," I said. "Can't we focus on the team right now? Let's
talk about relevant stuff first. Catch me up on what's been going on." I
asked him about the team and how the extra practices had gone. For the most
part, he seemed pleased with the progress of the team. I was surprised at
how much Mitchell had improved. I guess his time with Paden had paid off.

"Mitchell seems to have improved quite a bit," I commented. "He said he's
been working extra with Paden."

"I can tell," Aaron said. "Chaz, too, looks better, even though he hasn't
been to any of the practices."

"Yeah, I actually saw him while I was on vacation. We talked a lot about
his game, and I think he just needed a confidence boost." Aaron
nodded. "What about Colin?" I finally asked.

Aaron shrugged. "I dunno. He didn't come to any of the winter practices,
but all the guys said that he was in town. Even Paden couldn't get in touch
with him, and they're basically best friends, so I don't know what the deal
is. He's not here, today, either, so I think we're going to have to kick
him off the team."

"Why?" I asked, knowing full well that Aaron was right. I had to try not to
let my feelings for Colin interfere with the team.

"I could maybe understand missing practices over the break. It happens, but
if he was at school today, there's no reason he shouldn't be here. It's not
fair to the others."

I nodded. "That's true. Let me try to talk to him before we go that far,
okay? Maybe he has a good reason." I couldn't believe I was making
excuses. I knew for a fact that if it had been someone else, I probably
would have agreed with Aaron right off the bat.

Practice ended, and we all headed back to the locker-room. Aaron and I went
into the office while the guys showered. He shut the door as soon as we
entered, and I pulled off my shirt. He looked at my body for a moment, as
if he was seeing me for the first time, taking it all in again. Finally, he
said, "So about this girl?"

Chuckling, I replied, "You want me to split her open, right?" I rubbed my
crotch lightly. I dropped my soccer shorts and tossed them on a nearby
chair. The bulge in the compression shorts wasn't as big as usual, but the
outline was clear.

Aaron's eyes lit up. "Yes," he said. "Like I told you before, she can
barely handle me, she's so small. I want to see what you can do to her."

I grinned at Aaron. "Well, we can try it, but some girls just can't handle
it, no matter what. I won't force her if it's really gonna hurt her."

Aaron nodded eagerly. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Can we do it tonight?"

I shook my head. "Not tonight, man. This weekend."

Aaron's bright eyes dimmed, and he looked at me with a pleading expression.

"You can wait," I said forcefully. "Unless, of course, you want to eat some
cum directly from the tap instead of out of some chick's wrecked cunt."

I watched Aaron's face as he struggled to come to terms with what I had
just said. He had never done that without a girl present before. I could
tell he wanted to, but he wouldn't let himself. "Maybe if I could just see
it again," he whispered huskily, licking his lips.

I cupped my bulge again and squeezed it. "This weekend, then," I said. I
pulled my pants on and arranged my package in them. Aaron watched each move
closely. I pulled on a shirt and walked out into the locker-room to look
for Paden.

Paden was sitting on the bench in front of his locker, wearing only his
towel. He was still a little wet from his shower, and little rivulets of
water cascaded down his neck and over the mounds of his muscled pecs. He
reached into his locker and pulled out his boxers.

"Hey, Mr. A," he said, looking up as I approached. He stood and dropped his
towel, revealing his long, floppy cock. He pulled on his boxers, and his
soft meat slipped down the left leg. "How's it hanging?" he asked, as a
mischievous grin played across his face.

"Low and to the left," I replied, "a bit like yours, I see."

He laughed. "Yep." I grinned back.

"I need to talk to you," I said, "about some stuff. Can you hang around a
bit until everyone else is gone?"

Paden nodded. "Sure, Mr. A. No problem."

Just then, Miles and Peter came around the corner, wearing only their
towels. They both took off their towels and dried their hair as they
approached their lockers. "No shower, today, Mr. A?" Miles asked. His
flaccid dick hung down from his trimmed blond pubes.

"Nah, not today," I said. "No need. I wasn't out on the field."

"Maybe you should be more often," Paden said. "Then these fuckers might not
suck so much."

"Fuck you, Paden," Peter said, pushing his friend playfully. Paden pushed
back, causing Peter to stumble. His oversized balls bounced heavily up and
down and slapped against his muscular thighs.

"At the very least get out there and whip Travis into shape," Miles said,
pulling on his underwear.

"Seriously," Peter agreed. "Your brother sucks balls, dude." Peter was
still naked, and as he said this, he reached down and grabbed his balls,
waving them at Miles.

"Yeah. Your mom sucks more than that," Miles said. "At least last night she
did. Swallowed, too." He grabbed his crotch and squeezed his junk. All of
this would normally have gotten at least a twitch out of my cock, but not
today. I was distracted by what was going on with Colin.

Paden rolled his eyes. I left them to themselves and went wandering around
to see who else was left.

Most of the guys had gone. Of the JV guys, only Travis and Chaz remained. I
was kind of disappointed that I didn't get to see Mitchell and his lean,
mostly hairless body. He hadn't worn a jock or compression shorts, today,
so I was treated to a view of him bouncing around in his soccer shorts,
since his boxerbriefs didn't provide the necessary support. Although I
still hadn't seen him completely naked, the view today made me more
confident that he was well "developed" for a 14-year-old.

"What's up guys?" I said, coming up to them. Both were fully dressed.

"Just waiting for my brother to stop grab-assing with Peter," Travis said,
raising his voice to make sure that Miles heard him. His cheeks were
flushed more than usual.

"Shut up, fag," Miles shouted across the room.

"Make me," Travis responded.

Miles came around the corner in his boxers. He pulled the waistband down
quickly and waved his soft cock at his brother. "Oh, I can make you, all
right!" he joked, and then put his package away as quickly as he had
exposed it.

"Now who's the fag?" Travis said as Miles turned around and headed back to
his locker.

"Such a loving family," I said, grinning.

"You have no idea," Travis said, a sly grin on his face. I did have some
idea. During our first encounter, he had mentioned that I was bigger than
his brother, which meant that he had at least seen his brother naked and
hard. Troy had also suggested that things weren't "exactly clean" between
the two brothers.

Chaz shifted uncomfortably. "And I'm getting a ride with Paden," he said,
changing the subject.

Just then, Aaron came out of the office. "I'm taking off," he said. He
looked flustered.

"What's up, man?" I asked. "You look nervous, shaky."

"Nothing," he said. "I gotta go." He headed out the door.

"Weird," I muttered.

I looked at the two boys and shrugged. They shrugged back. "Ready?" Miles
said, coming back, followed by Peter and Paden.

"Finally," Travis muttered. "You take forever."

"Whatever, just 'cause I don't want to go out smelling like sweat like you
do," Miles retorted.

"It's just 'cause you like to be naked around people. Weirdo."

"You love it," Miles teased back. "Every one does."

"HAH!" Paden said. "You aren't that impressive, man."

"Okay, now that Paden's weighed in, we're gonna go," Miles said. "I'm not
getting into a competition with him." He paused for a beat. "Or Mr. A."

Every one laughed, including Chaz.

Miles, Travis, and Peter took off. "You ready?" Chaz asked Paden.

"Not quite," Paden replied. "I gotta talk to Mr. A about some stuff. You
wanna wait outside?"

"It's cool," I said. "He can be here. He's the one who first told me about
it, anyway."

I could tell that Paden wasn't exactly sure what I meant, but he just
shrugged. "Follow me," I said, and led them into the office. "What the
fuck," I mumbled as we walked in. The room smelled of cum.

The two boys looked at each other. "I guess now we know why Aaron had to
take off so quickly."

Chaz looked at me questioningly. "There's only one reason the room would
smell like this," I said. I noticed that my shorts were no longer on the
chair, but were instead on the floor. I picked them up and found a puddled
deposit of thick, white jock cream.

"Gross!" Chaz shouted. "He jacked off in your shorts?"

"Looks that way," Paden said. "What a weirdo."

I shook my head. "You have no idea, man. No idea."

I threw the shorts back on the floor.

"You should throw those away," Chaz offered. "That's seriously fucked up."

I grinned. "Don't worry, man. I'll take care of it."

"So what'd you want to talk to me about?" Paden asked.

I started questioning him about Colin, and he pretty much reiterated every
thing that Chaz had told me earlier.

"Why didn't you tell me this morning?" I asked.

"I didn't want Colin to freak out on me or on you in class. I figured it'd
be better to wait. That was one of the things I was referring to when I
said that we'd talk later."

I shook my head. "This is very strange, isn't it? I mean, I guess it's not
unusual for a teenager to go fucking nuts, but this is so unlike him. And
he's not hanging out with any of his old friends, anymore?"

"Nope," Paden said. "He barely even talks to me. When I asked him about
soccer practice today during 6th period, he freaked out and started yelling
at me. I was like, 'WTF.' I'm over it, though. He wants to act crazy, then
he can act crazy. I'm not going to worry myself over it."

"Well that's not cool, Paden," I said. "He's your friend."

"Hey, we've been through a lot, that's true. A whole lot. But if he wants
to be weird and chooses to do things that I think are ridiculous, I'm not
going to deal with it. Especially if he's just going to yell at me when I
try to talk to him."

I nodded. "I get where you're coming from."

"Plus," he added, "I can't fucking stand guys who wear girl pants. It's
fucked up."

I had to laugh a little this comment, as I felt the same way Paden did. The
whole skinny-jeans/girl-pants fad was completely lost on me. How could that
possibly be comfortable?

"Next thing you know, he'll be wearing eye-liner," Chaz offered, only
half-jokingly.

"Okay, well thanks for the input," I said to Paden. "I'm trying to figure
out what I should do. It was weird that he didn't even talk to me today."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Paden said. "I dunno, Mr. A."

"Well what were the other things we would talk later about?" I asked,
wanting to hear more about the fun Paden had had over the break. I glanced
at Chaz. "Or do you want to wait?"  Paden grinned widely. "Chaz already
knows part of it. Remember Susan, my girlfriend?" I nodded. "I finally
convinced her to let me fuck her."

"Nice!" I said. "How'd you do it? You said she was afraid of the size."

"She was," Paden said, "but I followed your advice. I spent a lot of time
eating her out, fingering her, making sure she was ready. She was going
crazy, Mr. A. It was awesome. When I finally put it in, she was so tight, a
virgin I'm pretty sure. She kinda screamed when I first got inside, but
then she just moaned over and over."

"Good job, man," I congratulated him. "It's just a matter of getting them
ready for it. Now I bet she can't get enough."

"I wish," Paden said. "She said it still kind of hurts, and it takes so
long to get her ready? It's easier just to 69." Paden grinned.

"Still, man, you popped your first cherry," I said. "She'll never be the
same after you." I winked at him.

"Seriously," Chaz muttered. "Lucky bastards. Both of you."

I turned my head quickly towards Chaz, who blushed suddenly. Paden's eyes
grew wide.

"What was that?" Paden asked. "Both of us?"

"Yeah, I mean, you know, being so big," Chaz stammered. His face was
burning red now.

"How do you know about Mr. A?" Paden pressed.

"I'm sure he's seen me in the locker-room before, Paden," I said, rescuing
Chaz. "I've wandered around here a few times before with nothing on."

"True, I guess," Paden conceded, looking unconvinced.

The last thing I wanted to do was cause Chaz to freak out. He had been the
most hesitant of all of them, so I was still cautious. He seemed to be fine
with everything that had happened, and he had wanted it to happen, I was
sure of that, but I honestly got the impression that before that night in
the hotel a sexual encounter with another guy had never even come close to
occurring to him.

"I can't believe YOU know about Paden," Chaz said to me.

I just laughed. "Who doesn't know about Paden? We share similar gifts, and
so I felt like it was my duty to take him under my wing, give him the
benefit of my years of experience handling a larger than normal weapon."

"Yeah, he's been in the shower at the same time as I have. How could we
miss the similarities?"

"So even you've checked out other guys like that, Paden?" Chaz said,
sounding a bit relieved, as if he hadn't quite believed me when I had told
him that a lot of guys did it.

"Gotta check out the competition!" Paden said. "I like to see how I measure
up, and usually I'm the biggest." Paden glanced at me.

"Usually," I said, "but not always."

A flicker of realization crossed Chaz's face. "So you've seen each other
hard before?"

I nodded. Paden looked at Chaz, wondering what was coming next. "I guess
that explains why you were so open with Mr. A about Susan just now," Chaz
continued. "It seemed kind of weird to me, but I think I get it now."

There was a short, awkward pause. I wasn't sure what to say. Chaz seemed to
get that "things" had happened between Paden and me, but I doubted that he
knew to what extent, and I didn't want to give him more information than
necessary. I was also pretty sure that Paden realized something had gone on
between Chaz and me in that hotel room.

Paden finally broke the silence. "What are you going to do about Aaron's
gift?" he asked, putting air quotes around the word "gift."

"Not sure, yet. I might return the favor," I said with a smirk and a quick
glance at Aaron's opened gym bag. "What do you think?" I asked.

Paden grinned wickedly. "I think WE should return the favor." He glanced
from me to Chaz and back again. Chaz's eyes got wide.

"That might be fun," I said. "If Chaz is up for it. No pressure, man."

Chaz looked at me. "Sounds like a good time. It's about time I'll get to
see Paden hard."

"So you HAVE seen Mr. A hard before!" Paden shouted. "I knew there was more
to it than just seeing him in the locker-room."

"Shut up, Paden," I said, walking to Aaron's gym bag. "If it's all three of
us, we should do his shorts AND shirt."

I tossed the clothes to Paden, who laid them out on the floor, and then I
pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. Chaz had already stripped down
to his boxers.

"A little eager, there, huh, Chaz?" I asked. He blushed and grinned. I
unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down over the bulge in my
shorts. Chaz watched as I pulled my pants down and stood with my hand on my
hips. Paden had now laid out Aaron's shirt and soccer sorts and was
stripping down also.

Each of us now stood in our underwear, shirtless and looking at each
other. My cock was beginning to chub up, pushing against the tight fabric
of my shorts. Paden's dick was now more noticeable down the left leg of his
boxers, and Chaz had developed an obvious tent. Paden went first, dropping
his boxers, and letting his swinging cock hang against his left
thigh. Chaz's eyes were locked on Paden's endowment as the larger boy
started pulling on his cock, sliding his hand down the length of it and
squeezing. Chaz's hand slid into his boxers and he started stroking his own
cock.

"I've never actually seen it hard before," Chaz breathed. It occurred to me
that despite Paden's notoriety, only a small group of people (girls he'd
been with, some guys on the team) had probably ever actually seen it
flaccid, much less hard.

Paden chuckled. "It's not quite hard, yet, bro," he said and let go of his
dick. It bobbed down in front of him, noticeably larger than it had been,
but definitely not its full size.

My cock, meanwhile, had grown considerably, stretching to the right. "You
gonna let that monster out, Mr. A?" Paden said. "Looks like it's coiled
onto itself!"

Chaz turned away from Paden to look at me. "Yeah, let it out before it rips
your shorts," he said, still stroking his dick underneath his boxers.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My
cock unrolled and flopped out, twisting the left. My balls, freed from the
tight confines of the spandex, jiggled against my thighs.

My semi-hard dick wasn't yet as long as Paden's, but it was already
thicker. Paden and I stood across from each other, looking into each
other's eyes, and pulling on our dicks. The blood flowed freely and quickly
into my meat, causing it to swell and harden. Slowly my dick rose,
throbbing with each beat of my heart, stretching wide and far in front of
me. Paden's dick too continued to rise, until we were both finally at our
full sizes. The 16-year-old boy in front of me was impressive, as
impressive as I had been at his age.

I slid my left hand along my cock, from the base to the tip, and then
followed it with the right, alternating hands, continuously stroking my
cock and using my copious precum as a natural lube. Paden followed suit. He
didn't produce as much precum as I did, so he spit on his hands and began
stroking.

"My God," Chaz muttered. Paden and I both looked at him, remembering
suddenly that he was there. By now he had dropped his boxers and freed his
perfectly shaped, smooth 7-inch dick and large balls in a tight sac. His
was jerking his cock frantically as his eyes darted back and forth between
Paden's prick and mine.

Paden was on the right side of the shirt, and I was on the left. Chaz was
between us at the head. I grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed it,
causing the head to bulge obscenely and grow even wider. A huge drop of
precum dripped down onto Aaron's shirt.

"Over here, Chaz," Paden said, waving his hard dick in Chaz's
direction. Chaz watched Paden's swinging rod.

I slapped my heavy cock against my hand, making a loud, wet, splatting
sound. I did this several times until Chaz turned back to me. I started
stroking again, this time using both hands on my dick and thrusting my
hips, as if I were fucking my own fists.

Chaz moaned, still stroking his dick, eyes locked on my throbbing, oozing
Italian slab. He moaned louder, and his eyes closed. I saw his dick swell a
bit, and I knew he was about to cum.

"Not yet," I grunted out, thrusting harder between my fists, my balls
swinging up and hitting my hands.

"What?" Chaz asked, breathless.

"Let go of your cock," I said. "Not yet." I caught Chaz's eyes and held his
gaze. His hand was still on his teendick. Reluctantly, he let go and
dropped his hands to his sides. He cock continued to bob in time to his
quickened heartbeat.

"Shame to let those hands go idle," Paden said, scooting towards Chaz.

"Definitely," I agreed, also moving closer.

Chaz tentatively reached out his left hand towards my beer-can thick dick
and his right towards Paden's teen-jock meat. "Go for it," Paden
whispered. "Grab it."

Chaz wrapped his hand around Paden's shaft. Paden's jock-cock throbbed in
the smaller boy's fist. Paden started to thrust as Chaz also slid his hand
up and down the length of it, rubbing his thumb gently over the
cockhead. Paden stopped him briefly, and holding his dick up towards his
face, he craned his neck slightly and spit on his cock several times,
lubing it up for the handjob he was getting.

I watched Chaz stroking Paden for several moments. His left hand had
stopped just shy of my own, so enthralled was he by his first experience
with his friend's giant teen-cock. I moved a little closer and made my cock
twitch and bounce. The wet, wide, slimy head of my meat touched Chaz's
hand. He took his eyes off of the work he was performing on Paden and
looked at me. He grinned widely and slid his hand down my cock-trunk. I
flexed my dick in his hand, and he squeezed harder, sliding his hand along
the 9.5-inch length of it, from the base to the head. He rubbed his palm
over the tip of my sensitive prick head. I groaned, thrusting my hips out.

Chaz's cock remained hard, despite the lack of attention as its owner
worked on the two larger pieces in front of him. Paden reached out and
grabbed Chaz's hard stick, stroking it hard and fast, the same way Chaz was
stroking ours.

I grabbed Chaz's hand and squeezed it more tightly around my shaft. My eyes
locked on Paden's again. He grinned at me. I smiled back. He let go of
Chaz's cock and brought his arms up, showing his strong biceps. He then put
both his hands behind his head, thrusting his hips confidently against
Chaz's fist.

Cocky bastard, I thought to myself. I followed suit, flexing my abs in the
process, showing off my washboard stomach.

"You're a cocky fucker, Mr. A," Paden said.

"With good reason," I retorted. "So are you, just like I was in high
school."

Paden suddenly moved around so that he was opposite Chaz and kneeling to my
left. Reluctantly, Chaz let go of Paden's cock. Paden then reached out and
grabbed my dick with his right hand, displacing Chaz's hand in the process.

"I figure I should get used to feeling something like this, if I'm gonna
keep growing."

Now, with his right hand stroking his own swollen, neglected dick, Chaz
reached back for mine with is left. I had the hands of both teen-jocks on
my cock, working in unison up and down the full, fat length of it.

I spit on my left hand and reached for Paden's dick. I replaced Chaz's hand
with my own on the smaller boy's dick and was now jerking both of them, as
the two of them worked my throbbing mass of meat.

My precum was leaking constantly, creating a small pool on the nylon of
Aaron's shirt.

Paden was the first to orgasm. I felt his cock swell in my hand. He let go
of my cock and grabbed his own, jerking it furiously until with a grunt and
groan, head thrown back, he let loose with several strands of thick, white
teen cum on his coach's shorts.

I was next, reaching down and taking over my own cock stroking from
Chaz. My breathing quickened, and my body tensed. I felt the orgasm
starting in the broad head of my cock, reaching up through the rest of my
body. Cum rose from my swollen tanks, which had been ready to burst for
more than 24 hours. I could feel the thick, milky liquid filling the tube
of my dick.

"Oh fuck," I grunted. My piss slit opened, and the thick cream burst from
the tip of my cock. I aimed down quickly, not wanting to spray the entire
floor and miss Aaron's shirt and shorts. My cum splattered on the shirt,
which was lying on the hard floor, some of it ricocheting back up and
sprinkling us. I zigzagged the JV coach's clothes with my spew. As my
orgasm subsided, I squeezed the last few drops out of my softening dick and
flicked them off onto the shirt. My breathing slowed and I sat back,
letting my sticky, floppy dick hang down over my still-full balls.

Chaz had watched each blast of cum exit mine and Paden's dicks. It was
finally his turn. He reached down and rubbed his hand in my cum, and then
brought it back to his dick, using my slick cream as lube. It took only a
moment before his balls tightened, his mouth screwed up into a grimace, and
he came. His first shot flew down the clothes and hit Paden's chest
hard. The cum trickled down the jock's onto his abs and into his pubes. The
rest of Chaz's shots didn't get as much distance, but he deposited a
decent-sized load from his massive nuts onto his coach's shirt.

We sat there breathless for a moment, looking back and forth at each
other. Chaz was the first to speak.

"That was fun," he said.

"Yeah, it was," Paden agreed. "We should do it more often."

"I don't know about that," Chaz replied, chuckling a little.

"Why not?" I asked. "I figured you were over your hesitancy."

"I mean, I guess I am," Chaz answered. "But still, as impressive as you two
are, it seems kind of weird."

Paden and I glanced at each other and shrugged as if to say, "No big deal."

"If you say so," Paden said. "It's cool. If it happens again, it happens."

"So you guys have done this before, more than once I'm guessing," Chaz
said, more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, we have," Paden said. "And before I ever did anything with Mr. A,
I'd had group jerkoffs before."

"Seriously?" Chaz asked, somewhat surprised. "I never thought you'd do
that."

"Why not?" I asked. "Not every one had sex when they were 13 like you,
Chaz. You find ways to get off besides sitting alone in the bathroom
stroking your dick. You hang out with buds, drink a bit, watch some
porn. Things happen."

"It doesn't happen as often now as it used to," Paden said. "I mean, when
we all first hit puberty, it was like all the time."

"We all?" Chaz repeated.

"Well, there's a group of us who do it sometimes."

"This is crazy," Chaz said. "You aren't gay!"

"Not at all," Paden said. "Are you? I mean, as much as what we just did is
gay. It's just about getting off, man. You don't even have to touch another
guy's dick if you don't want to. Sometimes people want to, especially when
they're bigger guys." Paden winked at me.

"Look, Chaz," I said. "Don't get me wrong: there's nothing wrong with being
gay. Some people are. Some people aren't. Some people, like me, are
bi. They like guys and girls. Some people are just curious, especially when
they're younger. It's natural to be curious. Don't be embarrassed about
it."

"If your curiosity is satisfied," Paden said, "and you never want to do
anything like that again, that's cool. If you really get off on it like I
do, then go for it. It fucking turns me on to see how much bigger I am than
most other guys, even guys older than I am. And to see how they react to
it."

Chaz nodded slowly. "I guess," he said, still sounding unconvinced.

I said, "I'm all about people being open and trying every thing. How can
you know that you don't like something if you don't try it? I've always
said to go for it and see what happens. I've done just about everything."

Chaz's eyes grew wide. "Seriously?" I nodded. He looked at Paden. "And
you?"

Paden smiled. "Not as much as Mr. A, but we've shared some experiences."

"Holy shit," Chaz muttered. "I had no idea, about either of you."

"Well now that you do," I said, "I hope you're discreet enough not to go
blabbing it around."

"Oh, no way," Chaz agreed. "I wouldn't dare. I'm not stupid. Besides, I'd
hate to ruin any future possibilities." He grinned.

I was glad to hear that he wasn't completely against another meeting.

"We better jet," Paden said to Chaz, wiping his cock on a dry part of
Aaron's shorts. Chaz and I did the same with dry parts of Aaron's shirt.

"Yeah, definitely," I said. "I gotta lock up." I picked up Aaron's cum
soaked clothes and stuffed them in his bag. Then, we all dressed and left
the locker-room together.

*******************

So what did you think? It's been awhile, and it probably wasn't what you
were expecting, but I think I figured out where my writer's block was
coming from. At some point, somehow, I lost interest in Colin. I'm not
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