Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 10:40:07 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: planning day

Only a month this time! Things are certainly improving. Let's hope the
speed of updates continues to get better. I'm currently enjoying my Winter
Break, so perhaps I'll find more time to write. No promises, though. I am
also going to try to pick up the pace of the story.  We'll be moving rather
quickly, I think, from the beginning of Mr. A's second year of teaching to
his Winter Break of that year and finally into the spring.

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

Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in
the adult- youth section. At the request of a fan, I will be producing
another non-Mr. A story based on the same teenage character Alex in the
"Italian Soccer Coach" story. It will not, however, be a continuation of
the Soccer Coach story.

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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As expected, our college friends arrived the next day, and we all spent a
couple of days together, drinking, partying, and enjoying our time at the
beach. A couple of times, I saw Chase and Nick from afar, and I would point
them out to Alex, who would just smile. It would have been fun to tag-team
the brothers again before it was time to go, but there was never the
opportunity. There was also, unfortunately, no opportunity for Sarah and I
to fuck, either. She said that she didn't feel comfortable doing it with so
many people staying in her house, so we slept together each night, and each
morning I awoke with a hard-on that I took care of in the shower, spraying
her tile with my thick, white load.

Alex left early Sunday afternoon, and I took off that evening, leaving
behind Sarah and a couple other friends of ours. I needed to drive home so
I could return to school for the planning week that would begin Monday. I
got home and went online, thinking perhaps I would run into Colin or Paden
and chat with them. Unfortunately, they were not online, so I went to
bed. I awoke the next morning and headed to school for our morning faculty
meeting and the beginning of our weeklong planning.

I saw Coach Spin at the meeting. He made eye-contact with me, blushed, and
immediately turned away. I chuckled to myself. I also ran into Ron, the
assistant principal and man in charge of the Club. Unlike Spin, Ron
approached me right away and held out his hand. I shook his hand, and he
patted me on the back.

"Alex," he said happily. "Nice to see you. How was your break?"

I smiled. "Hey Ron," I answered. "Break was good. Yours?"

"Pretty good," he answered. "Kinda missed seeing the kids over the break,
but I hear that you got involved with the JV soccer team." He grinned
broadly.

"Yep," I said. "Went with them to Clemson."

"Oh yeah?" he said, a wicked glint in his eye. "Have fun?"

I grinned back. "You have no idea."

Ron laughed loudly. "Nice, man," he said. Then he whispered, "Look, I know
you might not be coming down to the Club meetings very often, since you
have your own thing going on, but any time you want to, just let me
know. But I have an even better surprise for you."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"A new room."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Why?"

"Well, I moved some people around. We had someone from your department
retire last year, so that opened up a larger room, with a little more
privacy."

"Oh," I said, finally grasping the significance of what he was offering. I
knew the room that he was talking about. It was near my own room, and was
still next door to Cathy's room, but it was a corner room, so its only
shared wall was with her. It had not only a private office, but also its
own, from what I remembered, rather large storage closet. The office and
closet were actually in the back corner of the room and shared no common
walls with any other room in the building. I grinned broadly, slapping Ron
on the back.  "Thanks, man," I said. "That's awesome."

"Enjoy, stud," he said.

The meeting was long, as usual, and it finally ended shortly before noon. I
met up with Cathy, and we went to lunch together. We talked about our
breaks, with me obviously leaving out some important information, and about
how the coming year was going to go for us. We would end up with a number
of the same students that we had the year before, because we tended to
inspire a sense of loyalty in our students that made them want to come back
again and again. Or at least that's how it worked for Cathy. This was only
my second year, so I wasn't sure if I would actually end up inspiring the
same kind of loyalty as my colleague did. So far, it seemed I would.

Our department was committed to making sure that every person in the
department was able to teach almost every level and every class, from
freshman to senior year. As a result, none of us would ever have all
freshmen or all seniors, but we would always be mixed. Although the
students weren't allowed to choose their teachers specifically, those who
really cared could end up with whatever teacher they chose. All it took was
a phone call from a parent.

I found out from the assistant principal before I left for the summer that
there had been a number of students requesting me as their teacher for the
next year, even students I had never met before, because they had heard
that I was fun and a good teacher. I was happy to hear that, but I had to
admit that my primary concern was making sure that I got back those
students that I truly liked, i.e. Colin, Paden, Derek, Todd, Gary, and so
on. I had to admit that I was quite nervous that when the schedules were
all worked out that I would no longer have Colin or Paden in class. I could
stomach not having the others, but I would be quite upset not to have Colin
or Paden any longer.

After lunch, Cathy and I returned to school where we found preliminary
class lists in our mailboxes. I flipped through them quickly to see what
classes I was given. It looked like I'd be teaching mostly sophomores and
juniors. I scanned the lists quickly for Colin's and Paden's names, and let
out a sigh of relief when I found them. Same period once again. I smiled
stupidly, happy to know that I had them back in class. Later, I would check
the lists more carefully to see whom else I had.

The week went by fairly quickly, and I spent most of each day actively
working and preparing for class. I was teaching a class this year that I
had never taught before, so it required a little more preparation and
attention on my part. I was back online several times throughout the week,
but never managed to connect with Colin or Paden.

Friday was orientation, the day when freshmen and other new students came
in to find their way around the school and meet their teachers. Many other
students also used it as a day to speak with any teachers they hadn't had
before and to say hi to the teachers that they liked. I awoke Friday truly
hoping that one or both of my favorite boys would show up at least to say
hi.

As I put the finishing touches on my room after moving everything from my
old room, and as I worked on my syllabi my heart quickened each time the
door opened and a student walked in. I was a little surprised at how
anxious I was. I rarely felt as anxious about seeing someone as I felt
about seeing Colin again. I was anxious to talk to him, to see if our
connection was still there.

Finally, at about 10 o'clock as I was sitting in my office printing
materials necessary for the first day of school, I heard the door open
again. I got up to see who it was and I heard, "Abs?" I recognized the
voice, and a big smile crossed my face.

I walked into the classroom, a dopey grin on my face, and was greeted by a
tanned Colin, wearing the same dopey look. His grin broadened when he saw
me. I looked him up and down and was pleased to see that he hadn't changed
much since the last time I saw him.  His skin was darker from his summer
tan, but his dark hair looked the same as it always had and his hazel eyes
still shone beneath his dark, curly lashes. He was about the same height,
but had gotten a little beefier, no doubt from working out over the summer
for football.

"Colin," I said happily. "Nice to see you, punk."

He laughed a little. "Same here, Abs," he responded. "It's been awhile. I
was going to come in earlier this week, but we've had football everyday,
and I wasn't sure if you'd have time."

"Well, I'm glad you came by," I said. "I haven't seen you since the end of
school!" I paused. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Abs," he admitted. "But I guess we couldn't really do
anything about it."

"Nope," I said. "It would have been hard to arrange a meeting, you
know...but if you had bothered to come to the Clemson thing..."

Colin chuckled. "Yeah, I've heard that was fun, but my parents couldn't
afford it."

I blushed slightly. "How'd you hear?"

"Paden heard from Todd," Colin said. "I wish I had been there."

I smiled. "Me, too," I said. "It'd have been great." I was a little
concerned about Todd sharing our experiences with Paden, but I knew that
Paden was smart enough not to tell just anyone. "So how was your summer?" I
asked.

"It was good," Colin replied. "I'm still on JV for football, but if I want
to be on Varsity junior year, I gotta come to the summer practices, so that
wastes a few hours of summer each day."

"But at least you're probably gonna make it on Varsity next year," I said.

"Yeah, true," he said. "How was your break?"

"Pretty good," I said. "I didn't do too much exciting stuff aside from the
Clemson trip and my reunion down in Daytona with some friends."

Colin grinned. "Did you see those kids again?"

I blushed. "Yep, I did."

"Lucky them," Colin said, sounding somewhat wistful.

I walked up to him and placed my arm around his shoulder. "But they've got
nothing on you," I said, squeezing his shoulder.

"Thanks, Abs," Colin said.

"You've gained some muscle," I said, standing in front of him and reaching
out to grab his bicep again.

"Yeah, I know. I'm up to like 135 pounds now."

"Nice, man," I said.

Just then, the door opened and one of my new students walked in with his
parents. We chatted briefly, and they left.

Our lunchtime faculty meeting came, and Cathy stopped by to pick me up on
her way. I told Colin that I'd be back in an hour or so if he wanted to
come back. Colin said that he would come back later, and Cathy and I headed
to our meeting.

"The kids really seem to like you," Cathy said. "That's good."

"Yeah," I said. "I was a little nervous about that when I first started,
but it hasn't been a problem. Especially with Colin."

"I noticed him hanging out quite a bit last year," Cathy said, "and I
remember you talking about him."

I chuckled a little. "Yeah, I guess," I said.

After the meeting, I returned to my room to finish up. Most teachers left
right after the meeting ended, but I decided to hang around and wait for
Colin to return. Colin returned about 2, and while I worked on some things
at my desk, he sat in a student's desk nearby and we chatted. Occasionally,
another student would wander in to talk to me, and then leave after a few
minutes. A couple of hours passed, and eventually the conversation
dwindled, and the long pauses increased. I knew what was on my mind, but I
had no idea what Colin was thinking.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Colin announced, getting out of the desk
and going to the door. Several minutes later, he returned.

"Wow," Colin said upon his return.

"What's that?" I asked.

"There's like no one here," Colin said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep," Colin said. "There pretty much aren't any cars in the parking lot
that I saw, and I didn't see anyone even on the hall or downstairs.

I chuckled. "Where did you go to the bathroom? Outside?"

Colin smiled. "Nah, but I wanted to check things out."

"Cool," I said. There was silence.

"So Paden said that he heard the trip to Clemson was pretty crazy," Colin
said.

"It was certainly interesting and unexpected!" I exclaimed.

"Tell me about it," Colin said.

I looked at him, confused. "What?"

"Tell me what happened. All of it."

"Okay, Colin," I said.

Sex had been on my mind since I had first seen Colin earlier that day, but
it was a situation that I was unsure how to approach. I had tried, for the
most part, to let the teen take charge of it and demonstrate his interest
before showing mine. I knew that Colin had been interested a few months
ago, but I wasn't sure if he still held the same interest in sex with me
that he had at the end of the last school year. Teens change a lot over the
summer, not only physically, but also emotionally and intellectually. Maybe
he had decided that his curiosity was sated and he was no longer interested
in doing anything else. I was pretty sure that he hadn't, but I didn't
wanted to be too forward and actually bring it up. Now that he had asked
about the Clemson boys and me, my questions were laid to rest.

I began relating the story, confident that we were safe from any prying
ears or eyes. The custodians weren't in that day, and from what Colin said,
nearly everyone else was gone.

As I began the story, Colin sat in a desk near mine, watching me
intently. After a few minutes, his hands moved down and he began rubbing
the tent that had grown in his cargo shorts. I looked him up and down,
admiring his body from his black hair down to his furry legs. His bicep
tensed underneath his cotton t-shirt as he groped his hardening cock. My
cock, too, was growing harder, and I leaned back in the chair with my legs
spread as I spoke. One hand rested lightly on my expanding bulge.

When I got to the part about Evan and Marcus, Colin's eyes got wide. "Are
you fucking serious?" he asked. "Evan and Marcus did that? They've never
done anything more than jerk off with us! And they actually sucked on you."

I nodded. "Yeah, they definitely did. And later fucked a guy."

"You're amazing," Colin said, moaning a little.

I smiled and groped my cock through my pants. "What can I say?" I
responded. "I got the swinging meat that you boys like." Colin whimpered.

I finished the story, and Colin stood up. His shorts were obviously tented,
and a small spot of precum had formed on them. I, too, stood up and walked
towards him. My own pants were also bulging as they strained to hold back
my huge, growing cock. Reaching out and placing my hand on Colin's waist, I
pulled him close to me. His hard body pressed against mine; his hard cock
pressed on my thigh. I looked down into his eyes and smiled. He looked back
up at me and licked his lips nervously. I grabbed his bubble ass and
squeezed his round, muscular right glute, pulling him closer to me. He
groaned.

I bent my head down and brought my face closer to his. He parted his lips
slightly, and I touched my lips to his. We kissed, my tongue sliding
between his lips and into his mouth.  He sucked gently on my tongue, as I
pulled back and then nibbled gently on his lower lip.  Colin groaned and
pressed his crotch harder against me. I loved the taste of him and brought
my lips back to his for another deep kiss. My cock grew harder.

We broke our kiss, and Colin smiled at me and wiped his lips. He pushed me
back into my chair and fell to his knees between my spread legs. Colin
rubbed my muscular thighs through my pants and looked up at me. "Tell me
about Daytona," he said, "and those boys."

"Okay, baby," I said, reaching down to caress his cheek, which had a
noticeable amount of black stubble. I reached up and ran my fingers through
his hair. I began my story by explaining about my friend Alex and our
relationship. As I spoke, Colin rubbed my thighs, squeezing them and moving
his hands ever closer to my tented crotch.

Colin opened my pants and pulled my precum soaked boxerbriefs down over my
huge, hard cock, revealing my fat Italian prong to him for the first time
in about two months.  "Oh my God," Colin murmured, reaching for my cock and
caressing it lovingly, sliding his hands up and down the sides of it. "I
forgot how big and beautiful your cock is," Colin muttered, letting his
fingers glide lightly over the hard surface of my 9.5" hard-on. He pushed
my shirt up to reveal my hard, smooth abs, and rubbed them.

I told Colin about Alex and how he had figured out about my relationship
with the blond brothers and how Alex had reacted to it. I explained about
mine and Alex's relationship in college. Colin knelt between my legs,
gazing adoringly at my cock while I related my story, looking up at me
occasionally. When I told him about Alex fucking me, he said, "Hold on,"
letting go of my cock and letting it slap up against my exposed abs. "So
you let this guy fuck you?"

I looked down at him. "Yes, Colin," I said. "I did. I let him fuck me, but
I didn't like it much, so I haven't done it since then. But we have done a
lot of other stuff together and fucked around with the same people. We used
to tag-team chicks and dudes all the time."

"Nice," Colin said lustfully. "Is that what you did to Nick and Chase?"

"Oh yeah," I said, and proceeded to tell Colin the whole story. Colin
pulled my dick away from my abs and stroked it slowly. I ran my fingers
repeatedly through his hair as he stroked me; he moved in closer to lick my
abs, lapping up the precum that had collected there earlier. My cock
throbbed persistently against his cheek as he licked and kissed my abs,
moaning occasionally.

When I got to the point that I talked about double-dicking Nick, Colin
looked up at me with wide eyes. I simply nodded at him and then grabbed my
dick, pushing it towards his mouth. Colin obediently opened his mouth wide
and stuck out his tongue. Had his mouth always been so big and had his
tongue always been so thick and long, I thought to myself. His long tongue
snaked out sexily, flicking its way toward my cock. He flattened the thick,
rough surface against the underside of my cock and licked up and down the
shaft, swirling his flexible tongue all around my leaking, throbbing cock.

As I got deeper into my description of double-dicking Nick's ass, I got
hornier and hornier, as did Colin, who sucked and slurped eagerly on my fat
prick. I kept one hand on the back of his head as I spoke, gently thrusting
my hips up, pushing my cock deeper into his 15-year-old throat until I was
finally balls deep with my wrinkled sac pressed tightly on his stubbled
chin.

Colin gagged and pulled back; I let go of his head, allowing him to breathe
in, and then he dove back down on me. I described the feeling of my big
dick rubbing tightly against my college buddy's and the way the 14-year-old
had been splayed open between his us, the way that his ass spread
impossibly wide around the two hard Italian pricks that were breeding
him. Colin moaned loudly, his sounds vibrating down the length of my
shaft. I got closer to the end of the story of Nick's double-fuck, and I
could feel my orgasm building. My balls grew tight, and my cock swelled
larger. Colin pulled off my dick and grabbed it with both hands, jerking it
rapidly in front of his face. I related the end of the story, my buddy Alex
and I filling Nick's used teen boypussy with our thick loads. Colin jerked
me faster, mumbling about how hot the story was. I continued thrusting my
hips through his fists, my orgasm approaching. I gripped the arms of the
chair tightly, lifting my ass a little off the chair as my slimy load rose
through the tube of my cock and exploded on Colin's face. He clamped his
lips quickly around my pulsing cockhead and eagerly swallowed rope after
rope of my salty, Italian jism. I blasted 8 or 9 shots of seed down his
throat, not counting the massive first shot that splattered on his
beautiful, tanned face.

I looked down at him and smiled. Some of my cum sealed his left eye
shut. He looked at me through his right eye. He let my softening cock fall
from his lips and smiled. I could see a little of my milky seed on the
corners of his mouth. "It's been a long time since I've seen that," I said,
talking about my boy's handsome face gleaming with my hot cum.

"It's been a long time since I've tasted that!" Colin said happily. "Did
all that really happen?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

"That's so hot," Colin muttered. "Did you and Alex double-team your friend
Sarah?"

"No, no," I said. "I'd never do that with her. I don't look at her that
way."

Colin asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well," I said, "she's not someone that I would share like that. She was
special."

"What about me?" Colin blushed.

"You're special, too, Colin," I said. "I'd never want you to be treated
that way, as hot as it might sound to you. You're better than that. If you
really wanted it, I'd do it, to make you happy."

Colin smiled. "Thanks, Abs," he said, absently stroking my dick. Soon, my
ever-ready cock was rapidly expanding and lengthening to its full 9.5x8
inch size.

I stood up and pulled Colin to his feet. I kissed him again, pressing my
cock against his t- shirt covered torso. I reached under his shirt and
rubbed my hands over his smooth, hard chest, pinching his small brown
nipples between the tips of my fingers. I kissed and nibbled on his neck
and shoulder as I explored his whole body with my hands, running them from
his chest around to his back, tracing the natural curves and angles of his
teen jock body. I sank to my knees in front of him, bringing my hands down
to his waist and sliding them around to his backside. I squeezed and
kneaded his round globes with my strong hands and looked up at him.

I brought my fingers to the button of his cargo shorts, sliding my palm
over his tented crotch; Colin moaned. His bulge seemed bigger, I thought,
as I slid his zipper down. I opened his fly and his peaked boxers protruded
through. I bent down and wrapped my thick lips over his cock, tonguing the
precum spot that his cock, which had been hard and ignored for quite some
time, had formed. Colin whimpered, placing his hands on my head. His shorts
dropped to the ground, and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his
boxers, pulling them down over his hard, teenage cock.

Although Colin hadn't grown noticeably taller over the summer, his dick had
grown noticeably longer. I was no longer gazing at the 5" prick of a
teenage boy, but at the man- sized 7" prick of a young man. His dick was
thin, though, so the girth had not yet caught up to the
length. Nevertheless, he had done some developing over the summer. His
balls hung a little lower and a little bigger; his pubes were a little
thicker as was the hair on his legs and his happy trail leading down to his
new grown-up sized cock.

"You've grown," I said, looking up at him with a smile.

Colin blushed. "Yeah, a little longer, I guess."

"Your balls, too," I said, placing my hand behind them and pulling the sac
forward. I sucked them into my mouth, bathing each nut with my tongue and
spit, before letting them fall to swing against his muscular thighs.

Sticking out my tongue, I licked up the underside of his thin, 7-inch cock,
slurping the very hard member with my rough tongue. Colin moaned loudly and
murmured. "I wish I was thicker, though, like you."

I smiled, taking his dick in my right hand and jerking it, squeezing the
shaft hard and sliding my fist up and down the length of it. I rubbed my
thumb over his cockhead, smearing the precum all around the crown of his
teenaged prick. "You still got time, boyo," I said. "You gained like two
inches in length in just a few months." Truth be told, I was certain that
his cock was longer at the end of the school year than it had been the
first time that I saw it, but most of the growth had definitely taken place
over the summer, and now it was nearly two inches longer than it had been
at our first encounter.

Before he could respond, I swallowed his prick down to the base, letting
the head of it find a place in the confines of my throat. I swallowed and
worked my throat muscles on his swollen cockhead. Colin let out a low moan,
and as I held on to his hips, I felt his body relax and his knees
weaken. He gripped my head tightly; I slowly began bobbing my face up and
down on his cock, taking him all the way down to the base and then sliding
back, swirling my tongue all over the swollen, precum slicked shaft. Colin
was moaning louder and louder and I felt his balls tighten. He was rapidly
approaching orgasm, so I stopped, pulling down on his taut sac. I released
his cock from my mouth and looked up at him. "Not yet, stud," I said, and
grabbing his hips, I turned him around.

It was my turn to moan, as I was presented with Colin's perfect, round
ass. Two smooth, muscular globes stood before me, a beautiful sight I had
not seen for several months. I couldn't wait to get back inside him, to
open those cheeks and spread his hole apart. I rubbed his hairless cheeks,
squeezing them tightly. They were whiter than the rest of his body, a sexy
tanline that caused my already hard cock to throb even more and ooze
copious amounts of precum onto the floor.

I placed my fingers at the crack of his ass, at his slit; I grabbed his
muscular flesh and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tight, small
sphincter. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, dragging it up and
down the hairless, exposed crack of my high school jock's ass. I then
focused on the hole itself, the small, brown entrance to his boypussy. I
made my tongue into a point and shoved it into Colin's hole. He groaned
loudly, gripping my desk tightly and pushing his ass back against my
tongue. I slowly tongue fucked his tight ass, shoving my tongue at least an
inch deep into his hole, causing the strong muscle of his sphincter to
relax and open up for my soon to be invading prong.

I turned Colin around again and slid my hand up between his thighs. My
fingers explored the area behind his sac, and I worked them up between his
ass cheeks. As I swallowed his cock again, I forced one and then two
fingers into his hole. I sucked his cock and fingered his ass, gently
working a third digit into his pussy. Colin moaned and grunted, thrusting
his dick forward into my mouth and his ass backward onto my fingers.

"Yes, yes," he moaned. "Suck my cock, Abs. God, yes."

I jabbed my fingers again and again into his hole, poking and prodding at
his prostate. I twisted them around to loosen him up even further,
stretching his ass in preparation for my fuck. "Fuck me," he groaned. I
pressed my middle and index fingers down on his prostate, rubbing the tips
back and forth. His precum filled my mouth. "PLEASE FUCK ME," Colin
begged. "I need to feel you in me again, Abs."

I released his cock from my mouth and gently removed my fingers from his
tight ass.  "You sure, baby?" I asked, knowing that he wanted it, but I
liked to hear him say it. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, Abs," he whimpered. "I want your huge dick back inside me. It's
been so long.  Please fuck me."

"That's my boy," I said smiling. I stood up and turned him around, bending
him over my desk. My mind flashed back to a dream that I had had several
times in which I bent Colin over my desk and fucked him while Paden fed his
long, teen cock down Colin's throat. If Paden had been there, this would be
a dream come true.

I had never actually fucked in the classroom before, only in my
office. Fucking at school was risky enough, but doing it in the classroom
was even more in the open. This day, in which nearly everyone else had gone
home and there was no danger of custodians showing up, was the perfect
opportunity to do it. It was an incredible turn-on for me to be doing Colin
in the classroom itself, the place where I would be teaching. I knew that
he was going to be unloading on my desk, the place where I would sit and do
work during class. His cum would stain my desk; the cum that I was about to
fuck out of him.

All these thoughts ran through my mind as I slid my fat, swollen prick tip
up the crack of his ass and placed it against his winking hole. My cock
throbbed eagerly; my desire to get into his ass grew. I pressed forward. My
cockhead slowly forced his tight sphincter apart; Colin breathed in
sharply. "Relax, baby," I muttered, running my hand gently over his back.

His hole opened, spreading for me. My cockhead made it through the tight
muscle of his rectum, and his hole clamped down on me tightly. I closed my
eyes and threw my head back, letting out a satisfied sigh. "So nice," I
said, slowly feeding my long, Italian sausage into his hungry hole.

I reached around Colin and brought my hands up to his shoulders from the
front, using the extra leverage to pull him down onto me as I slowly pushed
up into him. A few inches of my cock were now inside him, and my broad,
flared head throbbed heavily against his prostate. Colin shuddered and
slumped back against me. I nibbled on his ear, still sliding into his tight
hole. "You like that, boyo?" I asked. "You like having me inside of you
again?"

Colin nodded, moaning contentedly. "I love having you inside me, Abs," he
said, his head lolling back on my shoulder. I was now fully inside him,
every fat inch of my huge tool was inside Colin's 15-year-old ass. I
wrapped my arms around his upper body and pulled him tight against me. I
pulled my hips back and then thrust them forward, slowly fucking his
ass. As Colin's ass opened up for me, as he grew accustomed to my invading
prick, I picked up the pace. I was fucking him with long, deep strokes of
my cock. I pulled back until nearly my entire shaft was out of his hole and
then shoved it back in.  Back and forth over Colin's prostate I drove my
cock, pounding his tight hole.

I let go of Colin, and his body slumped forward so that he was leaning over
the desk. He put his hands down on the desk to hold himself up, raising his
ass higher into the air in the process. I leaned over his smooth, muscular
body and started fucking him harder. I pounded my 9.5" cock deep into his
high school jock ass again and again. He moaned repeatedly, pushing his ass
back against me. I rammed his pussy, fucking him deep and hard. My balls
bounced and slapped loudly on his beautiful, round ass--he beautiful round
ass that I was currently destroying with my beercan-sized prick and was
about to breed with my thick, Italian jizz.

"Does it feel good, baby?" I asked Colin, leaning over him and pausing in
my fuck. I was a little more than halfway inside of him, and my cockhead
rested heavily on his prostate.  I rotated my hips, keeping constant
pressure on his g-spot. I felt his body shudder.

"Yes," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Having you inside me again feels
so good. I love your cock, Abs."

"I love your ass, baby," I said, pulling back all the way until my cock
popped out of his stretched hole. His ass opened and closed; the hole
started to shrink. I shoved forward, sticking my cock back in and resuming
my fuck.

Colin and I were both moaning constantly now. His muscle ass twitched and
gripped my cock, pulling me in, milking me. Colin whimpered loudly, and I
felt his ass spasm on my cock harder than before. He was going to cum.

"Do it, beautiful," I growled. "Shoot that fucking football jock load all
over my desk."

Colin pushed back on me, taking me even deeper into his hole, and let out a
strangled groan. I gripped the edge of the desk, holding myself up as I
rested my body on Colin's.  His body twitched and shuddered, and his thin,
7-inch teencock spewed its watery load on my workspace.

I was close now. "In you or on you," I grunted through clenched teeth
working my cock into his hole again and again. My movements became erratic
and jerky as the orgasm began to spread through my body. My knees were
weakening, and I grabbed onto Colin for support.

"Fill me," Colin whimpered.

That was all I needed to hear, and my balls busted, unleashing rope after
rope of my baby batter into Colin's boypussy. He moaned and whimpered as he
felt my hot cum spraying and coating his insides. Shot after shot of my
sperm filled his well-used hole. Finally, I finished cumming and slumped
against him, resting my body weight on him.

I kissed the back of his neck and his shoulder. He turned his head, and our
lips met again in another deep kiss, my tongue invading his mouth like my
cock had invaded his ass.

"That was great," I said. My softening cock slid from Colin's ass; some of
my cum ran down his thighs. "I've always wanted to fuck someone on my
desk."

"I'm glad it was me!" Colin said enthusiastically and turned around

"It didn't hurt too much?" I asked, gently caressing his cheek. There
appeared to be dried tears on his cheeks. "I know it's been awhile."

"It always hurts," Colin laughed. "At first, anyway, but then something
happens...you hit that spot inside me, and suddenly it doesn't matter. I
love having that beastly cock in me."

I grinned. "Thanks, baby," I said. "I'm glad I can make you feel good."

"I'm glad I can make you feel good," he returned. "Have you really always
wanted to fuck on your desk?"

"Well, kind of," I said, and I related to him my recurring dream with the
three of us--me, Paden, and Colin--fucking in my classroom.

"That's a pretty hot dream," Colin said.

"Tell me about it. I always wake up leaking like a damned faucet," I
chuckled.

"It'd be fucking hot if it happened," Colin suggested.

"Yeah, it would," I agreed, "but I doubt that there will be much chance for
us all to be here alone at the same time. Getting caught would be bad."

"True," Colin said. "I guess we lucked out today since the custodians
weren't in and just about everyone else dipped out early."

"Definitely," I said. "Speaking of heading out, I guess we should probably
go. Whoever is in charge of locking up tonight since the custodians aren't
here will probably want to take off soon, and we don't need them walking in
and seeing us like this!" I had a feeling that it was Ron's responsibility
to lock up the building, so I wasn't actually that concerned about being
caught, but I wasn't positive that it was him and I didn't want to risk it.

Colin chuckled and looked down. The cum that had dripped from his ass was
drying on his thighs; my own soft cock had oozed several droplets of cum
onto the floor and my pants, which were around my ankles. A huge pool of
watery high school teenjizz coated my desk. I ran my finger in it and
brought it to my mouth, tasting Colin's sweet cum.  Colin did the same,
eating his own spew.

"You made a mess, boyo," I said.

"Want me to clean it up?" he asked. I nodded.  Colin gathered more of his
cum on his fingers and fed it to me; then he loaded his digits again and
sucked them clean. Between the two of us, we managed to clean most of his
sticky load from the desk. I shuffled over to the sink, my pants still
around my ankles, and grabbed a roll of paper towels. I handed them to him,
and he cleaned up his thighs and anything that was left on the desk. He
then wiped my flaccid, heavy cock clean, and I pulled my pants up and put
away my equipment. Colin, his thighs now clean of my cum, also pulled his
pants up.

"How do I look?" he asked.

I laughed, noticing that he still had a little of my cum from the blowjob
earlier on his face. "Good, except for that dried wad of cum above your
left eye."

He rubbed it forcefully, laughing. "How's that?"

"Beautiful," I said, pulling him in for another kiss. After a few seconds,
we separated.  "Time to go," I said.

"Yep," Colin agreed. "See you Monday?"

"I can't wait," I said.

Colin left. I finished the last of my work and left the room, locking it
up.

On my way down the stairs, I decided to stop by Ron's office before I left.

He was sitting at his desk and looked up when I knocked on the door. "Hey
Alex," he said, motioning for me to come in. "Your visitor finally gone?" I
blushed and didn't say anything. "So that room's working out for you?"

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Glad to hear it, man," Ron responded. "Be careful, though. You never know
who might see you pounding away at someone on your desk..."

I laughed. "Good thing it was you!" I said.

"Just wanted to let you know, stud. It looked pretty hot."

"It was. I only did it 'cause I knew pretty much everyone was gone, so
there wasn't much chance of getting caught."

"I know," Ron said. "You're not dumb enough to risk getting caught. I only
went up there 'cause I had seen that kid come in earlier. I dig seeing you
in action, working that big dick up inside him. I had to check it out. I
nearly busted in my pants!"

The thought that someone had been watching me have sex without me knowing
it caused my dick to chub slightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," I
said.

"Maybe some audience participation next time?" Ron suggested hopefully.

I chuckled. "Not with that one, Ron, sorry," I said.

"Maybe some other one, then. I'd love to double-team someone with you."

"Perhaps we can hit it at a Club meeting or something," I offered. "But
right now, I'm gonna take off. I gotta meet some people."

As usual, I was meeting some friends for dinner and drinks on Friday
night. I would also, no doubt, be coming home with some chick. Probably
Jennifer.

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