Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2004 23:47:44 -0400
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr. a and soccer camp 1

I've been working on this story over several days whenever I've had free
time on my trip.  What that means, unfortunately, is that it's probably
more disjointed than my usual stories. This is the abridged version of the
story. The full version is quite a bit longer, but contains some stuff that
would prevent it from being listed with the rest of my stories in the
"gay/high school" section of the archive. I have excised the straight sex
from this story, so there will come a point in the middle where it seems to
skip over something important, and, well, it has. The unabridged version
contains straight sex and some incest.  Let me know what you think of this
story. Alas, I fear that it's one of my weaker attempts, but it's building
up to something better, and introduces the next cameo character, who will
become much more important in the coming chapters. Because of time
limitations, I haven't had much chance to edit, so please excuse any
glaring errors (and be nice with your criticisms; constructive works better
than outright attacks).

Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in
the adult- youth section.

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.)

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

Later that night, after Dean left, I signed on to AIM. I hadn't spoken to
Colin since that last day of exams, and I had to admit that part of me
really hoped that he would be online so that we could chat. I held my
breath as the buddy list window popped up and exhaled dejectedly upon
realizing that Colin was not online. This really didn't surprise me, of
course, as he had told me that he was leaving, but that didn't stop me from
hoping.

A few seconds after signing on, I received a message from Paden.

"What's up?" he typed.

"Not much," I replied. "You?"

"Not a whole lot. Just hanging out. Bored right now."

"Yeah. Same here. Enjoying your summer so far?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! Been hanging out with Todd a lot, driving around with my dad,
stuff like that.  You?" he replied.

"Yep. Very relaxing. Played soccer this afternoon. It was fun."

"Cool. Hold on, I'm gonna get something to drink," Paden wrote.

"Aight," I said.

A few seconds later, I received another message saying, "'Sup?"

"Uh...haven't we been over this?" I asked.

"Hehe. This is Todd, not Paden."

"Ahhh! Okay," I typed. "I didn't realize you were there."

"Yep, I am. So what are you doing?"

"Not a lot. Just sitting here chatting, it seems. You?" I said.

"Eh. Just hanging out with Paden, beating each other off."

I did a double take when I saw Todd's reply. Was he being serious? Were he
and Paden playing together? Whether they were or not, why was Todd telling
me? What response was he hoping to get? I wasn't sure what to say, so I
typed simply, "Cool?"

"Haha," Todd wrote back. "Just fucking with ya, Mr. A."

"Okay..." I said.

"Sorry about that, Mr. A," Paden wrote upon his return. "I don't know what
Todd was thinking."

"Haha," I wrote back. "No problem. What you guys do in your own home is
your business. ;)"

"Hehe," Paden said. "But we won't talk about what goes on in people's
homes.  ;)"

"No," I replied, "we won't. LOL."

"So, Mr. A.," Paden said, "I got a question for you."

"Shoot," I answered.

"Well, you see," he began, "every year the JV and Varsity teams go to this
soccer camp at Clemson. We got a problem this year, though."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We have a new JV coach, but he's not a teacher or anything, so they won't
let him take the JV team to the camp without someone who actually works for
the school."

"Who's the JV guy?" I wondered.

"He's Coach Grayson's oldest son. He's like 21 and in college." Coach
Grayson was an upper level Social Studies teacher and the soccer coach.

"Well why can't he go?"

"He's on vacation," Paden said, "and won't be back until right before it's
time for the Varsity to go. JV goes in a couple of weeks."

"Okay..." I wrote.

"We're gonna need a teacher sponsor for the JV team, anyway, during the
school year, since Grayson can't technically be both."

"And you were hoping that I would do it? And go to the JV camp?" I asked.

"Would you mind?" Paden asked. "I know that they need someone to volunteer,
but they probably won't ask for anyone until August, and the some of the JV
guys really wanna go to this camp, so I thought maybe you could talk to
Mrs. Richmond and volunteer." Mrs.  Richmond was our principal.

Paden was on the Varsity team, so he was only talking to me about this
because it was important to his friends who weren't lucky enough to be on
the Varsity team with him. I knew that Todd was on the JV team, but I
wasn't sure who else.

"Who all is on the team?" I asked.

"Well, Colin," Paden said. My heart skipped a beat. "But he won't be going
to the camp.  But Todd, Marcus, Evan, and a couple of other guys will."

I recognized those names as participants in the circle jerk that Colin had
told me about before I gave lessons to him and Paden. Based on the
descriptions of the event that Colin and Paden had given me, I was VERY
interested in spending more time with Todd. His nickname of "Blaster"
intrigued me, and based on what had happened at the circle jerk and the
comment that he had just made, I thought that he might be open to playing
around like Paden and Colin were. I was pretty sure that Todd was the
unnamed playmate that Paden had mentioned during our first encounter, but I
had no proof of it. If going on this trip was going to make it possible for
me to get closer to Todd, and perhaps experience his blasts first-hand, I
was all for it. Watching another man cum was one of my favorite things, and
if Todd gave as good a show as I had been led to believe, then he rivaled
my abilities in that department and perhaps surpassed me. I had to see it.

"Of course I'll do it, Paden," I wrote. "I love soccer. It'll be fun."

"Todd just said, 'Woohoo!'" Paden typed back. "He's pretty excited." I
wasn't sure if Paden had told Todd about anything that had happened between
us. I figured that he was smart enough not to, and that if he had mentioned
anything at all, he had been smart enough not to mention me by name. I
hoped that the most he would have told Todd was something to the effect of,
"I hooked up with this other guy with a fat ass dick who shoots like you."
He was discreet enough to protect Todd's identity when he mentioned playing
around with him one-on-one; hopefully he was smart enough to protect my
identity as well.

"That's cool," I said.

"Now he wants to know what your screenname means," Paden wrote.

"Uh..." I said. "Tell him it's a secret, but if he tells me why they call
him Blaster, I'll tell him what my screenname means."

"LOL," Paden wrote. "He says that if you're lucky he'll show you."

I laughed. "LOL. Ditto."

"Alright, Mr. A," Paden said. "We're gonna take off. Talk to you later."

"Later, Paden and Todd," I typed. "I'll get in touch with Mrs. Richmond
about the soccer thing."

"Awesome." Paden signed off, and so did I.

Later, when I left my house to meet Jennifer for dinner, I saw Tony and
Cristina sitting on their porch. I waved to them, and they both stood up
immediately when they saw me and started walking toward me; they had big
smiles on their faces.

"Hey, Alex," Tony called out.

"What's up?" I said.

"I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Dean earlier," Tony
responded.

"What do you mean?" I asked, a twinge of paranoia beginning to form in my
mind.

"He said that he locked himself out earlier, but that you let him hang out
with you while we were gone. I gotta say that we were a little freaked out
when we couldn't find him when we got back. It was a relief when we saw him
come out of your house."  Tony smiled broadly.

"No problem at all, man," I said, shaking his hand again. Both were looking
me over quite intently, and Cristina's eyes lingered on my crotch.

"Yes, thank you very much," Cristina said. "We were very worried and went
looking for him. It's nice to have a neighbor who's willing to help out."

I smiled. "Like I said, it wasn't a problem at all. I don't mean to be
rude, but I have to go.  I'm meeting someone for dinner."

"Someone special?" Cristina asked.

I chuckled. "Not exactly. Just this girl that I see sometimes." I winked at
Tony. Cristina seemed to perk up when I said, "girl."

"Lucky girl," Tony said. I looked from him to Cristina, a little confused
by his comment.  Cristina blushed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," Tony said. "Just lucky for her that she's seeing a nice guy,
even if it's only 'sometimes'."

I forced a bit of a laugh and said, "Well, I'll see you guys later. Again,
it was no problem helping Dean out earlier. He's a fun guy and helped me
out with some stuff, too." I waved to them and got into my car.

The next morning, I returned from Jen's house and headed upstairs to take a
shower.  After showering, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed
downstairs where my clean underwear still lay in a laundry basket near the
dryer. I pulled on a pair of white boxerbriefs and was on my way back
upstairs when there was a knock on the door. Never being the modest type, I
headed to the door and opened it. A look of shock passed over Tony's face
when he first saw me standing there in nothing but my white boxerbriefs, my
hefty meat stretching the material. His eyes traveled quickly up and down
my body, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw my package. His look of
shock gave way to a smile.

"Hey, Alex," he said, "I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

"No," I chuckled. "I just got home a bit ago, actually."

Tony nodded knowingly. "Nice, man. Have fun?"

"Not as much fun as she did!" I joked.

Tony laughed. "Yeah, I bet. Lucky broad."

I smiled. "So what'd you need?" I asked.

"Like Cristina and I said yesterday, we really appreciate you helping Dean
out the other day, and we were wondering if we could pay you back by having
you over for dinner tonight."

"That's really not necessary," I answered. "It was my pleasure, but I never
turn down a free meal!"

"Awesome," Tony said. "See you tonight, big man." He winked with a nod
toward my crotch and walked off. If nothing else, Tony was completely
comfortable around other men. I had had many straight men check me out
before and take notice of my oversized endowment, but few actually had the
balls themselves to say something directly to me about it.

Later that night, I headed next door. Dean's car was gone, but I didn't
think much of it.  After inviting me in, Tony and I sat down in their
living room to have a few drinks while Cristina finished preparing dinner.

"So what do you do for a living?" Tony asked.

"I'm a teacher at a local high school," I said.

"Really? Wow," Tony replied. "You seem a little young for that. How do you
like it?"

"I like it a lot, actually," I said. "I really enjoy the students."
Mentally I added, "In more ways than one," but I didn't say it aloud.

"Cool," Tony said. "The kids must like you a lot. Ever have any hit on
you?"

I laughed. "Oh yeah, but I'd never reciprocate," I lied.

"So you've never found a younger person attractive?" Tony continued
prodding.

"Well, I never said that," I answered. "I just said that I'd never do
anything with one."

"Really?" Tony asked incredulously.

"Absolutely," I answered. There was a pause. "So where's Dean?"

"He's gone to some concert. A local band is playing. He probably won't be
back until late."

"Cool," I said. "I'm glad to hear that he's getting out and finding stuff
to do. He might only be here for a few weeks, but he should still try to
make some friends."

"Yeah," Tony said. "He really seems to like you. He was in such a good mood
after he came back from your place the other day."

I smiled. "That's always nice to hear. I like him, too."

Cristina came into the room at that time to announce that dinner was ready,
so Tony and I rose and followed her into the dining room. Dinner consisted
of risotto and bistecca alla Fiorentino and quite a lot of wine for all of
us and idle chatter. After dinner, the three of us returned to the living
room for dessert.

Our meaningless conversations continued until there was an extended pause,
during which I saw Tony and Cristina looking back and forth from each other
to me.  "Is there something wrong?" I asked, starting to feel a bit
uncomfortable.

"No, no," Tony said, "not really, but let's go back to what you said about
not doing anything with someone younger." My heart skipped a beat.

"Okay...," I said, not sure how to respond to what Tony had just said.

"So you sure that you'd never hook up with a high schooler? 'Cause the
other day you seemed to be doing a pretty good job of fucking the brains
out of my son who just turned 17 a few weeks ago."

I nearly choked on my drink, fully realizing what I had begun to suspect
earlier: Tony and Cristina had seen Dean and I fucking in my living room. I
stuttered, "I...I'm really sorry," I said. What do you say to the parents
of a 17-year-old whose cherry you busted?

Tony and Cristina both laughed. "Don't be sorry," Cristina said soothingly.
"We wouldn't have invited you here like this if we wanted an apology or
wanted to cause you any problems."

"Why did you invite me, then?" I asked.

"Ever since we saw you with Dean, neither of us has been able to get the
vision of your cock out of our minds," Tony said.

"It's magnificent," Cristina said. "So thick and long..." she trailed off.

"And so...?" I asked.

"Let me be frank," Tony began. "I didn't receive the same, how shall I put
this? gifts from my Italian ancestors that you and apparently my son
did. Fully hard, my dick comes in at around 5 inches long and 4 inches
around."

"I've never been with a man besides Tony," Cristina said suddenly. "And
Tony and I have fun, don't get me wrong. Tony is good, and I'm happy with
him."

Tony interrupted, "But for awhile now we've been wondering what it would be
like with another man."

"Both of you?" I asked, a little surprised that Tony had wanted to see
that.

Tony laughed. "I'm okay with what I've got," he said. "I'm not big and I'm
fine with that, but I talked to this guy online once who had a massive dick
and was offering to fuck other guys' wives for them. I didn't expect it to,
but the idea of it really turned me on. I realized that I wanted to see
Cristina get fucked by a big dick, a real man's dick."

"When Tony suggested it to me," Cristina continued, "I wasn't sure about it
at first, but the more he talked about it, the more turned on I got. I
wanted to feel what it was like to have something that big inside me and I
wanted Tony to be happy."

My dick began to chub in my pants as they spoke. The idea of fucking
another man's wife while he watched intrigued me. It added a new level of
humiliation and control over other men that I hadn't experienced before.

"The problem," Tony said, "was that we couldn't find someone
appropriate. We didn't want to go with someone online, because that can be
pretty sketchy. You never know what those people are like, and we didn't
know how to approach anyone else.  You can't really go up to a stranger and
be like, 'Hey, do you have a big dick? Want to fuck my wife?'"

"But then we met you," Cristina said, "and we saw you naked and we knew
that you were the right guy. If you were into women, that is, which is why
I was so happy to hear that your date last night was with a woman."
Cristina smiled at me.

As they told me their story, my mind had wandered to what it would be like
to do this.  Cristina was pretty hot for an older woman. She was small,
probably only about 5'2" and 115 pounds. Her breasts were large for her
size, though, but seemed real.  Tony, too, was an attractive guy for his
age. It was obvious that remaining healthy was important to both of them,
and the fact that they worked out regularly showed.

They were both looking at me, now, waiting for some kind of response. I
spoke deliberately to make sure that I fully understood what they were
asking. "So what you want is for me to fuck Cristina?" I asked.

"Yes," Tony said simply.

"But what will you do?" I asked.

"I'll watch," Tony said, "and probably jack-off and help in any way I can."
This added a new dimension to the scenario.

"Any way you can?" I pressed him.

Tony blushed. "I would be willing to do more than just watch."

I smiled broadly; my dick had grown even fatter. "Nice," I said. "So when
do we start?" I reached down and openly adjusted the growing bulge in my
khaki pants.

Tony and Cristina exchanged big grins and stood up. "Let's go to our
bedroom," Tony said.

I nodded and rose, my swelling cock creating a very obvious tent. Cristina
came over to me and placed her right arm around my waist; her left hand
slid over my stomach and came to rest on the crotch of my pants. She
squeezed my dick and moaned; we started walking down the hall.

Tony and Cristina led the way. Surprisingly, the master bedroom was on the
first floor of the house at the back and not upstairs. We entered the
bedroom and I sat down on the bed; the two of them stood apart from me and
just looked at me. After their initial boldness in even suggesting that we
do this, they seemed to have lost courage, so I decided to take charge of
the situation.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and then stood up and unbuckled my belt.
I dropped my pants and underwear and stood naked in front of them. My dick
was in between the hard and soft stages, so although it was firm and
growing fatter, it was still limp enough to hang down over my wrinkled
nutsac. I smiled at them as I reached down and started tugging on my
dick. I wrapped my left hand around the base and stroked downward several
times, pulling on the growing flesh. With my thumb and index finger, I then
pulled on just the head, causing it to swell and flare as my dick inched
upwards to its full 9.5" length. Cristina and Tony were focused entirely on
my dick, watching my hand glide up and down the shaft, watching my balls
bounce and sway.

"Am I the only one here who's gonna get naked?" I asked, continuing the
slow, deliberate massage of my shaft. They snapped out of their reverie and
started removing their clothes.

My previous judgments about their bodies were correct. Both remained in
good shape for people about 40-years-old. Cristina had a nice shape, with a
round ass and narrow waist.  Her breasts, although not overly large, looked
big on her small body. She had a small belly, which I found very sexy and
feminine. Her pussy was as hairless as the rest of her body. I briefly
wondered if this was something she did just for me or if she regularly
shaved or waxed.

By contrast, Tony's flat stomach and chest were covered with dark hair, as
were his arms and legs. I was pleased to notice that his back was not
hairy. His dick, as he had told me, was indeed quite a bit smaller than my
own, probably about the same size as Colin's. My prick, now fully hard and
rising proudly from my dark pubes, was nearly twice as long as his and
easily twice as thick.

"Oh my God," Cristina murmured, coming closer. Tony followed...

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

I finished shooting and exhaled loudly. "Wow," I said with a grin. "That
was fun. You guys can have me over for dinner any time." I looked at my new
neighbors, their faces marked with my thick, white load. I wasn't sure what
to do next, though, but it occurred to me that given everything that had
happened, they might need some time to process. It's not, after all,
everyday that a son sees his mother having sex with another man and then
fucks his dad's ass.

So I said, "Now, I think that I better head out. Give you guys some time
alone." I collected my clothes to get dressed, but the three of them didn't
move.  Finally, without saying a word, Cristina got up onto the bed and lay
down again; Tony followed her.

"Thanks, Alex," he said with a wave. It seemed like a ridiculous situation
and a ridiculous thing to say, but I waved back.

Dean stood up and led me out of the room. He very obviously wanted to say
something to me. "Dude, that was so awesome," he said, practically
giddy. "I can't fucking believe that shit. You're fucking amazing, dude."

I just laughed. "Calm down, big guy," I joked. "It was all their idea; I
was just the instrument."

"And a damn good and big instrument, too," he said, laughing.

"Thanks, man," I replied. "I'm glad you had fun." We stopped at the door.
"Maybe we can do it again sometime." I winked at him and left to go back to
my house.

The next day, I headed to my school to speak with Mrs. Richmond, the
principal, about helping out with the soccer team. While they mostly needed
me in name only as a faculty sponsor, I informed the principal that I would
also be willing to help coach if Adam, Coach Grayson's son, needed it.

"Thank God you came in and volunteered," Mrs. Richmond said. "I had been
planning to get in contact with you at the beginning of the year to see if
you were willing, but this is even better, it happening now. We were almost
going to have to cancel the trip to the soccer camp at Clemson because
neither of the Graysons can go, so we had NO ONE, faculty or otherwise."

"Wow! It's a good thing that I ran into Paden and Todd, then," I said. I
hadn't told her that I found out about it via a personal message on the
Internet, as I felt that such contact might be deemed inappropriate and
unprofessional.

"Yes, indeed," she said. "Let's go talk to my secretary so that we can get
you all the information that you need."

The camp would begin in less than two weeks. Fortunately, only 5 of the JV
boys were actually attending the camp, so I wouldn't have a lot of students
to look out for. I got the list from Mrs. Richmond's secretary and
proceeded to contact the students about travel plans. Everything was
already in place; I just had to make sure that the boys didn't forget when
and where to meet.

The departure date arrived, and I met the boys at the airport for the
flight to South Carolina. Besides Todd, I recognized Marcus and Evan. Todd
and Evan still sported the shaggy brown hair they had at the end of the
school year. Marcus looked to have grown a little taller and put on some
muscle over the summer. I didn't recognize the other two boys. One of them,
who looked too young to be a sophomore, had very short blond hair and was a
little skinny, probably about 5'6" tall. I found out that his name was Lyle
and he was an incoming freshman. The other, Mike, looked like a paler
version of Marcus, with a more upturned nose and smaller mouth.

Paden had come with Todd to the airport, and when I came to the group
waiting to check in, he and Todd came to shake my hand.

"What's up, Mr. A.?" Paden asked, smiling broadly.

"Not much," I said, "just can't wait to get going on this trip. It sounds
like it should be a blast."

"Oh, I'll make sure it is," Todd said.

"That's right. They call you Blaster, don't they?" I joked. "I guess that
means you'll be making sure that we all have a good time."

Paden laughed. "Yeah, Todd," he said. "Take care of old Abs here."

I playfully punched Paden in the arm. "Who you calling old, punk?" I asked.
"I could still take you." Paden just smiled.

After some more small talk, it was time to finish check in and head to the
gate. We said good-bye to Paden and made our way through security.

The flight left in the late afternoon, so we arrived at the university
right at the end of registration for the camp and were given our room
assignments. After checking the boys in, I set them loose to find dinner
and informed them that curfew that night was 11 o'clock, so I would be
going around to check on them. Because we had five students, we knew before
we left that one of them would have to share with a student not from our
school. That one turned out to be Todd. Todd's roommate wasn't in the room
when we arrived, but I assured him that with dorm living he'd get to know
his roommate very well in a short period of time once he arrived. I didn't,
however, elaborate on what I meant.

That night, at curfew, I went around the floor for bed-check to ensure that
all my students were where they were supposed to be. Although I normally
would have been wearing only boxers or boxerbriefs for bed, I decided that
it would be better for me not to walk around the dorm floor in my
underwear, so I wore only pajama bottoms. I was free- balling it, so when I
walked around the floor, my heavy, soft cock could easily be seen hanging
and bouncing in my pants. As I made my rounds, I got a lot of looks, both
from students and other adults. They all stopped to look at me when I
walked by, eyeing my naked chest and bulging pants.

Having been the object of such attention before, I mostly ignored them,
although I did my own share of checking out. I was definitely the youngest
adult there. All the others that I saw looked to be at least 40 or so years
old. The boys, however, were quite good looking, and ranged in age from
14-16. As this was a soccer camp, they were all in fairly good shape. Some,
obviously, were more attractive than others. Although the idea of hooking
up with some of them occurred to me, I didn't want to get my hopes. I did
not, after all, know who these kids were, and we would be in such a close
community for the next week or so, that I didn't want any rumors or
suspicious talk going around.  It seemed too dangerous...not that the
danger of it had ever stopped me before. I thought back to my encounter
with the blond brothers and James, all three of whom teens that I had met
for only a brief time before having sex with them.

I came at last to Todd's room, where my 15-year-old student was rooming
with some kid that he had never met before. I knocked on the door to make
sure that he was in there, and he opened the door wearing nothing but his
boxers. I looked him over quickly. Todd was a very skinny boy with messy,
wavy, brown hair. His body was smooth, except for his legs, which were
quite hairy. His arms were long and skinny without much muscle or
definition; his chest was narrow and his pecs were topped with nickel-sized
brown nipples. His endowment created a noticeable bulge in his boxers.

"Just checking to make sure you were in here like you're supposed to be," I
said when he opened the door.

"Yep," he said, "I'm here."

"Your roommate ever show up?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Todd answered. "Hold up." He turned away from the door and said,
"Hey Nelson, c'mere and meet my teacher."

I heard the bed squeak as Nelson got off of it and ambled to the door. Todd
opened the door a little further and stepped aside. Nelson's eyes got wide
when he saw me, and I saw him check me out quickly before regaining his
composure.

"Nice to meet you," Nelson said, shaking my hand. Nelson was about 5'7"
tall, the same size as Todd, and nearly as skinny. He was toned, though, so
it was obvious that he worked out, whereas Todd seemed to be a naturally
skinny boy. He had brown skin, though, and I assumed he was of Hispanic
descent. I found out later that he was part Spanish and part Cuban. One of
his most attractive features, though, were his full lips.  Immediately, the
vision of them wrapped around my fat cock flashed into my head.

I smiled. "Same here," I said. "You can call me Mr. A or Abs as some of my
students do." I chuckled.

"I can see why!" he said. I looked down and rubbed my stomach, grinning.

"Alright, well I'm gonna head to bed," I said. "You make sure to take care
of Todd," I said to Nelson. "He's a trouble-maker."

Nelson laughed. "Okay, I'll keep him in line."

"Shut up, Mr. A," Todd said.

I laughed. "Okay, see you in the morning. Don't have too much fun." I
winked at them and left.

When I got back to my room, which during the normal school year would have
belonged to the resident advisor, I jacked off thinking about Todd and
Paden.

The next morning, I got up and headed to the shower, again wearing just my
pajama pants. The bathroom was communal, and there were only three shower
stalls in it, so I knew that I'd have to get there early if I didn't want
to have to wait for a shower. The shower stalls were almost directly in
front of the toilet stalls. I got into the shower, leaving the curtain open
just slightly. I wasn't shy, and I didn't mind having people check me out,
so I figured that I'd make it easier for anyone hoping for a glance.  I
lathered up my broad chest and ripped abs; I washed my thick, dark hair and
soaped up my heavy cock and balls. The heat and fondling as I showered
caused my dick to swing lower and fatter than when I had first stepped into
the bathroom.

I finished showering and flung the curtain open to grab my towel. Standing
outside, lined up in front of the toilet stalls waiting to shower, were a
number of students. There were audible gasps and a few comments of "Holy
shit" and "Damn" when they saw me.  Among the students was Nelson, Todd's
new roommate, but no one else that I knew by name. I muttered, "Oops," but
continued drying myself as though nothing were wrong. I stepped out of the
shower to finish drying myself, lifting my leg a little, which gave the
boys an even better view of my swinging beef, if they wanted it. It seemed
that at least one of them did, as I thought that that Nelson was watching
me intently. I wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed my pj's off the
hook, and left the room. My semi-hard dick created a tent in the towel and
swayed beneath the soft cotton as I walked.

It hadn't occurred to me that there might be people waiting for the stall,
but I knew that even if I had actually thought about it, it wouldn't have
changed the way I acted. I didn't mind showing off, and the best way to see
if any of the boys were interested in doing anything would be to show them
what I had to offer, so that they could make the first move. That wasn't
the thought process I had going in, but it certainly seemed possible that I
acted subconsciously in the hope of bringing the interested ones, if there
were any, out of the woodwork.

The first full day of the camp had the students and coaches involved in
separate sessions for the day, so I didn't see any of my students until
later that night at dinner. I ran into them in the cafeteria, and we sat
together to chat.

The general consensus seemed to be that it was a good day. The next day, we
would actually be working together, the coaches and the students. After
dinner, I walked back to the dorm with Todd.

"So you and Paden are pretty good friends?" I asked.

"He's like my best friend, yeah," Todd said.

"Really? That kinda surprises me. I always thought that he and Colin were
pretty close."

"Well, they are," Todd answered, "but me and Paden have known each other
forever. If you asked Paden who his best friend is, he'd say me, and I'd
say him."

"That's cool," I said. "I guess that I just never see you and Paden
together. That's kind of funny. I always thought that you and Gary were
best friends and Paden and Colin were, just based on what I saw in class,
but I guess that's just 'cause you and Gary are in the same class and Paden
and Colin are."

"Yeah, I guess so," Todd chuckled.

We had made it back to the dorm and Todd was walking with me to my room as
we chatted. "So 'Blaster', huh?" I asked. "How'd you get that name?"

Todd responded, "So 'Grosso', huh? How'd you get that name?"

"Oh, that's easy," I said. "'Grosso' means 'fat' in Italian and I was fat
when I was a kid, so that's what they called me."

"I don't buy it," Todd said. "I think there's a better story there. You're
not a kid anymore and you aren't fat."

I winked at him. "Maybe, but what about yours?"

"Paden gave it to me. Used to call me 'Blast Man', but then it changed to
'Blaster'."

"Yeah, but why?" I asked.

Todd just grinned. "Why should I tell you? You won't tell me yours."

"Good point," I said. By this time, we had made it back to my room. I was
lying down on the bed, and Todd sat at the desk. "Okay, you tell me yours,
then I'll tell you mine."

"No way," Todd said. "You go first. I don't trust you."

I laughed. "Good, I don't trust you, either. How about we make a bet,
then?"

"Okay," Todd agreed apprehensively.

"Do you play cards?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "but what are we gonna play with only two people?"

"We can play spades," I said. "You know how?"

"Okay, yeah. So what are the terms?" he asked.

"We play one game. First one to 500 wins. Loser tells his story first."

"Sounds good," Todd agreed.

I got off the bed and pulled the deck of cards out of my bag. We sat in
front of each other on the floor, and I shuffled the deck. We then took
turns drawing and discarding cards from the deck until we each had a full
hand.

I was a little nervous about this bet. I fully intended to be honest with
Todd about my nickname, but I wasn't sure if it was actually a good
idea. How would he respond to it?  Fortunately, I was an excellent card
player and was pretty sure that I would win, so it would be up to Todd to
tell me his story first. Based on what he said, I would be able to judge
how he would respond to my story.

As I expected, I won the game, and when I took the last trick putting me
over the 500- point mark, I smiled at Todd. "You lose, Blaster," I
said. "Start talking."

Todd groaned. "Alright, alright."

I wasn't sure if he was going to be honest or not, but part of me figured
that he would be.  He obviously didn't have a problem playing around with
other guys, as evidenced by what had happened between him, Paden, and
others, and he obviously wasn't shy, as evidenced by the fact that he told
me that he and Paden were jerking each other off (whether it was true or
not).

"Here goes," he said with a heavy sigh. "I don't know if I should really
tell you."

"It's okay, Todd," I said. "I'm not really in a position to judge anything
you say. And after all, as soon as you finish yours, I gotta tell you
mine."

"Okay," he said. "A year or so ago, the summer right before 8th grade
started, was when I got the nickname. Me and Paden were hanging out as
usual, but things were a little different. Paden had grown--a lot--and so
had Gary. They were taller than everyone else, and their voices had already
changed all the way. The four of us, Paden, Gary, Colin, and I, usually
hung out quite a bit during the summer. Colin and I weren't quite at the
same place as the other two, but I was on my way. So one night, we were all
spending the night at my house, and I don't know why, but I really wanted
to see how big Paden's dick was. I kind of wanted to see Gary, too, but I
was closer to Paden, and I wanted to see him more.  So what I did was sneak
into my older brother's room and snag one of his porn videos for us to
watch." He blushed bright red.

I smiled and said, "Okay, so the four of you used to hang out quite a bit,
and puberty hit Paden and Gary a little harder and earlier than you and
Colin, and you suddenly decided you wanted to see them?"

Todd blushed again. "Well, I had started jerking off before then, but the
four of us had never really talked about it except to make fun of each
other, and I wanted to know if they did it, too, and see how I measured
up."

"Okay, I guess I understand," I said. "General curiosity."

"Yeah," Todd said, "so we're hanging out in my room and it's kind of late.
My parents are already in bed down the hall and my brother's gone, so I
bring up the idea of the video, and I'm like, 'So have any of you ever seen
a porn before?' and they're like, 'What?' I tell them that I got a video
out of my bro's room, and Gary is like, 'Dude, put it on," so I did.  We're
all sitting there watching it, kinda nervous and giggling. I think we were
all a little afraid to show that we enjoyed it, 'cause no one wanted to be
made fun of.

"So finally I get up the guts to suggest jerking off, and I'm like, 'You
guys, I gotta beat off.' Paden looks over at me, a little shocked, and Gary
says, 'What?' So I say, 'This is really hot, I gotta jack off.' 'Do what
you gotta do, man,' Paden says. I stand up and drop my pants, showing my
hard dick. I think I was like 4.5" back then, but I already had big
balls. Colin was like, 'Yeah, I am too," and also dropped his pants. He was
like 3.5" back then. 'What's the matter?' he asked Paden and
Gary. 'Afraid?' Paden blushed.  'I dunno if I should,' Paden said. 'Let's
do it,' Gary said and stripped off his shorts.  He was the biggest so far,
measuring in at like 6 inches. My heart was beating a little faster.  Only
Paden was left. 'C'mon, Paden,' I urged him. 'Everyone else has. I bet you
don't have anything to be shy about.' Paden blushed deeper. 'Alright,' he
agreed and stood up. His shorts had a huge tent in them. I swallowed,
watching his hands undo his belt and the button on his shorts, then slide
the zipper over his very large, obvious bulge. He dropped his shorts and
pulled down his boxers, revealing his dick. It was bigger than Gary's,
already measuring 6.5 or 7 inches long. 'Holy shit,' Colin said. 'Damn,
man," Gary said. 'I can't believe you're bigger than me.' 'Shut up, dude,'
Paden said. 'Chill, Paden,' I said. 'It's cool.  Don't be embarrassed.'"

"Wow," I said. "How old were you guys at the time?"

"Me and Colin had just turned 13, but Gary and Paden had been 13 for
several months already, so they were a little older, I guess."

My dick was growing as Todd told his story, and my pants were getting
tighter. I could clearly see in my mind these four students of mine, two
years earlier, sitting around watching a porn, their dicks hard in their
hands. I could understand and remember the feeling of embarrassment and
excitement at being naked and hard in front of someone for the first time,
the burgeoning sexuality and sexual energy sparking between them. I could
see Paden standing there, bigger than the others, and self-conscious about
it--that Paden I remembered from the beginning of the year when I first met
him, shy and quiet.

"Cool," I said, reaching down to adjust myself. Todd's eyes followed my
hand movements. "Keep talking."

"So at first, we're all sitting there jerking off, trying hard to focus our
eyes on the TV instead of each other. I really wanted to watch the other
guys, not the video anymore, but I think that we were all too nervous to do
it. No one wanted to be called a fag. I guess it seemed okay to be jacking
off together as long as we were looking at the video and not each other. I
heard Paden moan, and so I turned to look at him. He looked back at me, and
then turned away quickly. I looked at him, his body was taller and muscular
than mine, and his dick was so big. I watched him stroking his dick. We
were all sitting next to each other. I was on one end with Gary right next
to me, then there was Paden and Colin, so when I turned to look at Paden, I
saw the others, too. Gary was focused intently on the video, watching some
porn slut get gangbanged. Colin was using his first two fingers to stroke
his small dick, which was incredibly stiff and red. He too was looking
toward the TV, but I saw him look in Paden's direction out of the corner of
his eye.  Paden's eyes were now closed as he jacked off, and as I got
hornier, I no longer cared what anyone thought. I wanted to see Paden, so I
turned away from the TV to face him more directly.

"'Like what you see, Colin?' Gary asked. 'What?' he said. Gary continued,
'You've been looking at us more than the video,' he said. 'No way!' Colin
protested.  'Todd's the one who's been looking at everyone.' 'Oh yeah?'
Gary said. 'So you both like looking at us, huh? Checking out our big
dicks?' Colin and I both blushed. 'Leave 'em alone, Gary,' Paden
said. 'They're just looking. It's cool.' 'Yeah, I guess so, but maybe they
also want to touch.' I swallowed hard. I did want to touch, but I never
would have said it. I wanted to feel someone else's dick in my hands,
especially one as big as Gary or Paden. 'Do you wanna touch, Colin?' Gary
asked snidely. 'Wanna feel another dude's piece?'  He waved his dick at
him. I don't know why Gary was so focused on Colin, but for some reason, he
was being a real ass to him."

"So what happened?" I asked, now openly rubbing myself through my pants.
Todd sat across from me, also struggling to keep his erection contained.

"Colin just nodded," Todd answered, "and then we all got into a circle. I
stroked Paden's cock while he stroked mine, and Gary and Colin stroked each
other. Colin looked ecstatic as he touched Gary's big dick for the first
time. 'Haven't had to stroke one this small since I was a kid,' Gary joked
as he felt up Colin's rigid little dick. 'Shut up,' Colin muttered, but
continued pulling Gary's pud. I felt a spark of electricity rise through my
body as my fingers closed around Paden's long, fat cock for the first
time. I let out an involuntarily groan when I felt his big, 13-year-old
cock throb in my hand. We stroked each other for awhile, occasionally
saying things like, 'Squeeze tighter, pull harder.' It was weird jerking
someone else off, 'cause it was impossible to tell whether you were
squeezing too hard or putting the right amount of pressure on his cock, but
I loved it.

"After a few minutes of this, we changed positions, and I was now across
from Paden, as he and Colin jerked each other while Gary and I jerked each
other. In this position, I got to watch Paden's face as he got a hand job
from Colin. When he grabbed Colin's dick he said, 'I don't think there's
anything wrong with your dick, Colin. It's a good size.' It was nice of
him, I thought, since Colin had been so embarrassed by what Gary had
said. So the four of us continued stroking each other. I watched Paden's
eyes open and close as Colin stroked him. Colin's hips started to buck
wildly as his orgasm approached. 'You're gonna make me cum,' he muttered to
Paden, who kept stroking. One rope of thin, watery cum shot out of Colin's
dick and was followed by several dribbles of cum.  'That the best you got?'
Gary asked, before shooting his own load. It was more impressive than
Colin's, but still not very large. Two shots of cum erupted from his dick,
followed by some thick dribble.

"Colin kept jerking off Paden even after he came, but Paden let go of
Colin's dick and was now playing with his own balls as Colin stroked him. I
had been watching Paden intently, studying his face as his friend played
with his big dick. I was thrusting my cock through Gary's hand, my big
balls swinging up and down as I got closer to busting my nut. I saw Paden's
face screw up into a look of pleasure and he let out a strangled groan. I
watched his dick expand in Colin's small hand; I watched the head swell and
his piss slit open, and then he shot. He shot about as much as Gary had,
maybe a little more. Three loads of cum now collected on the carpet between
us.

"I was very close now and knew what was coming, but the others had no idea.
I had never seen anyone else cum before, so I didn't know that the way I
shot was unusual, until that moment when I saw the three of them shoot. I
pushed Gary's hand off my dick and stroked myself, looking at each of my
friends in turn, studying their bodies, and the way their softening dicks
now hung, Paden and Gary hanging noticeably more than Colin. I grunted
loudly and started cumming. My first three shots flew across the circle,
hitting Paden in the stomach with audible splats. I shot three more thick
wads into the puddle that was already on the floor before my remaining load
oozed out of my cock.

"Paden's eyes grew wide when my first shot hit him in the stomach, and all
three looked amazed when I finished cumming. 'Holy shit!' Gary said. 'That
was fucking awesome! I didn't think people could cum like that.' I blushed
and said, 'I didn't know it was that big of a deal. Until like right now
seeing you guys I thought everyone shot like me.' 'I think that you shot
more than the rest of us combined,' Colin said. 'I can't believe that I
could actually hear it when it hit Paden. Wow.' 'I think that I'm gonna
start calling you Blastman from now on,' Paden said. 'That was a wicked
load, man, except for the mess you made on me.' 'Imagine having to deal
with that every night,' I joked. 'I have fuckin' dried cum on my headboard,
and I go through more towels than anyone.' We laughed at that."

"Damn," I said, "that does sound impressive. My dick was now completely
hard, and I was feeling very uncomfortable in my pants. What happened
then?"

"Well, as soon as the afterglow or whatever wore off, we all got a bit
quiet. I was feeling a bit guilty about it, like maybe we had done
something wrong, and I think the others did, too. We put our shorts back on
and went to sleep. The next day, no one talked about what happened,
although Paden did call me Blastman and eventually Blaster. Colin, Paden,
and me did get together a couple more times that summer, but Gary didn't.
When school started, I didn't see Gary or Colin much as they went to a
private school for middle school. When Colin was at his mom's house, he
lived close to Paden, so they started to get together on their own, and me
and Paden were getting together on our own. When we could, we'd still get
together as a group and bring in other guys, too.  Occasionally, Gary would
get involved again, but not very often. He always said that he thought
Colin was 'too faggy' whatever that meant. I guess he thought that the rest
of us were just having fun, but that Colin was actually gay."

"Sounds like it was a good thing that you snagged that video from your
brother's room," I suggested.

"Oh, yeah," Todd agreed. "Paden, I think, felt a little weird about it, but
he liked doing it, so we continued. He was embarrassed to be so much bigger
throughout 8th grade, but I thought it was hot. He didn't like people to
know about it and he was shy about it. When we'd be in a group with new
people, he'd always be really self-conscious about getting attention for
having the biggest dick. He's been more into it this year, though. I don't
know why. And I think that he and Colin have gotten over any guilt that
they used to have and even moved on to other stuff. I don't know how they
got over it, though."

I smiled, knowing why they had gotten over it. I remembered the sense of
embarrassment and guilt that the boys projected during our initial
encounters, but I had done my best to make them feel comfortable, and I
think that knowing that someone older than they that they respected also
did it (and wasn't gay), made them feel better about it.

"So how often do you guys still get together?" I asked.

"Not as much as we used to," Todd answered. "I think we're kind of growing
out of it. I mean, I know that I'm not gay and neither is Paden, even
though we've gone a little further than just jacking each other off." I
raised my eyebrow and Todd blushed, but didn't admit what I knew had also
happened, namely that they had also sucked each other off. "I don't know
about Colin. Whether he's gay or not, he's a good little cocksucker."  Todd
laughed, and so did I, thinking, "Yeah, tell me about it."

Todd and I were silent for a few minutes, neither of us acknowledging the
fact that the other was very obviously hard. Finally, Todd said, "Your
turn, Mr. A."

I smiled and stood up. "Okay, Todd," I said, "but I gotta take these off.
They're getting a little tight."

Todd laughed. "Yeah, me too."

He stood up and faced me. We both unbuttoned and dropped our pants,
exposing our tented underwear. I wore boxerbriefs; Todd wore boxers. I
winked at him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and
pulled them down over my hard cock.  Todd gasped when he saw my dick for
the first time, fully hard and 9.5" long, thick as a Coke can. "Holy shit,
Mr. A," he said. "That's the fattest dick I've ever seen."

I laughed. "Yeah, and now you can begin to understand where I got my
nickname." Todd had also dropped his boxers, revealing his hard nearly 7"
cock. "I see you've grown since 8th grade."

Todd smiled. "Yep, quite a bit, actually. So start talking."

We sat down on the floor again, my hard dick rising up to my chest and my
balls sagging to the floor. "Alright," I said, "I'll tell you my story now.

"Growing up, I was fat," I began, "and so my family called me 'Grosso' when
I was a baby. I was fat until I was about 10 or 11, and then I started
exercising with a cousin of mine, and I guess I hit puberty a little after
that, 'cause I started growing. Then, my cousin moved away, but I continued
working out. By the time I was 13, I had developed a pretty nice little
body and lost most of my baby fat. I had gotten taller, and my dick had
started growing. I had never been shy about being naked, even when I was
fat kid, but when I started getting older my parents talked to me about
being more modest. I did what they wanted around the house, but in the gym
and locker-room at school, I saw no reason to be shy. When they were too
shy in 7th and 8th grade to get into the communal shower after gym and
tried to hide their stuff, I was strutting around the locker-room naked or
in just my briefs. Once I started growing, I knew fairly early on that my
dick was bigger than the other guys' dicks at school, and they knew it,
too. I liked to gauge their reactions to my size and compare myself to
everyone else. I guess I was kind of the opposite of Paden.  Any
embarrassment that I felt early on about being a big guy went away quickly
when I realized the effect it could have on others.

"I started jacking off when I was 12, I think, and figured out how to do it
quite by accident. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it really was an
accident. I didn't know exactly how to make myself cum. For a while, I
thought it involved just getting a hard-on and then after a certain period
of time had passed, you'd shoot. I tried it again and again, but nothing
ever happened. So I'd sit there with my dick completely hard and wait.
Sometimes, I'd try to force something out, but nothing every came out
except maybe a little piss. Finally, one day I was reading (in a religious
tract of all things) about how 'stimulation' to the genitals,
i.e. masturbation, was wrong. And then it hit me, I actually needed to DO
stuff to my dick to cum."

Todd was laughing at this point, and I didn't blame him. I remembered how
na•ve I had been. I said, "Yeah, it's kind of stupid. I don't know why I
didn't think of it sooner. The irony, though, is that I learned how to do
it from reading a religious book telling me NOT to do it."

I continued, "So one day, I was in the bathtub and started playing with my
cock. I was using shampoo 'cause it made it easier to stroke. Suddenly, I
started feeling REALLY good, and I wasn't exactly sure what was happening,
and I shot, and it BURNED. I panicked, thinking that shampoo or something
had gotten into my dick. But the burning went away, and the next day, I
tried it again. This time, I shot without the burning sensation. I was
relieved, and soon I was jacking off almost every day.

"My cousin's family had only moved about an hour away, so although I wasn't
able to see him as much as I used to before they moved, we still saw each
other a couple of times a month, usually when our parents got together to
go out and we were left home alone or with one of our older brothers. My
cousin was a few months older than I was, and he had an older brother about
3 years older than we were. My aunt, my mom's sister, was Italian
(obviously), but she had married a Mexican guy, and so my cousins were
half-Mexican and half-Italian. The older one was quite dark, taking after
my uncle's Mexican heritage, but the younger one, Ben, was much lighter
skinned, more like the Northern Italian complexion of my mom's side of the
family. They created an interesting contrast.

"One weekend when they came to visit, my cousins had me follow them to the
basement and into my one of my older brothers' rooms. The older one pulled
a bunch of magazines out from under my brother's bed. I had never seen them
before, but they were Penthouse Letters magazines. That night, we spent a
couple of hours in my brother's room reading the letters aloud to each
other. We didn't do anything about our hard-ons, though, but later, alone
in my room, I jerked off thinking about what we had read.

"This continued for awhile. Every time they visited, Ben and I would get
magazines from my brother's room and read them lying together on my
bed. One summer, when he had turned 14 and I was still 13, Ben got brave
and pulled his dick out while I was reading one of the letters. There was a
column in the magazine called "Madame Xaviera" or something like that, and
the picture with the column was a close-up of a woman applying lipstick,
and the lipstick was in the shape of a cock, head and all. Ben pulled out
his dick and was like, 'Look, this part is like the head of my cock' and he
indicated the tip of the lipstick and then the head of his dick.

"I remember that his dick was quite smooth and a very light brown color. I
also remember that it was smaller than my own. For the past year, I had
noticed that I was bigger than most guys my age, but it never occurred to
me that I might also be bigger than older guys, like my cousin. Following
his lead, I also pulled out my dick.

"'Holy shit, Alex,' he said. 'I think you're bigger than I am!' I just kind
of laughed and said, 'Yeah, I think so, too!' My cousin's dick was probably
about 5.5" long and average thickness at the time. It had a great shape and
was proportional, but my dick was noticeably bigger. I was about 6.5" long
at that time, maybe closer to 7, and already 6" thick. I noticed him
staring at it, and it was the first time it occurred to me that a big dick
could mean power over people. We were no longer reading the letters, but
were instead jerking our cocks together. Finally, I said, 'Wanna touch it,
Ben?' He swallowed and said, 'Yeah, I do, Alex.' He reached out and grabbed
my cock. He started stroking both of us. I lay down on the bed with my legs
spread; he knelt between them and jerked both our dicks. He kept talking
about how thick my cock was and how big it was, and how he couldn't believe
I was already so big and younger than he was. I loved hearing him talk
about my dick and how much he liked it and how impressed he was by it."

Todd sat across from me, openly stroking his dick as I spoke, relaying the
story of how my cousin jerked me off for the first time. My own dick
remained completely stiff and was leaking profuse amounts of precum down
the corpulent shaft and onto my sagging balls. I started jacking off while
I continued telling the story.

I chuckled a little. "I guess I never got over enjoying hearing people talk
about my dick like that. It's nice to be appreciated. So Ben jacked us both
off, and I remember watching his face, the way he stared intently at my
dick, examining it as he stroked.  He was focused entirely on my cock and
was stroking me hard and fast. Ben came first, shooting his load on my cock
and stomach, which was just beginning to show the signs of the six- pack
that I have today. Ben's load was pretty good, about 3 good shots right
onto my shaft. It was the first time I had seen another guy shoot, and I
loved it. I loved seeing the cum fire out of his dick, and I loved feeling
it land on my own dick. He used his cum to lube me up and finished jerking
me off, using his free hand to play with my balls. I came, the biggest load
of my life to that point. I shot probably four ropes of cum onto my chest
before dribbling out the rest onto my stomach to join the puddle Ben had
left there.  'Wow,' Ben muttered, 'you even cum more than I do.' I just
laughed. 'I've never shot like that before! That was awesome.' We jerked
off two more times that night."

"Damn," Todd said. "That's hot. I can't believe you were like that when you
were 13."

I chuckled a little. "Sure you can. Paden is like that now."

"Well, yeah," Todd agreed. "Physically he is, but he didn't have the
attitude that goes along with it until this year. You were like two years
younger and already had that cocky attitude."

"I guess it just came naturally to me," I said.

"Anything else happen between you guys?" Todd asked, still jerking his
dick.

"Yeah," I said. "We continued jacking off together, and eventually I flat
out asked my cousin if he wanted to blow me, and he did, if I agreed to
blow him back. So we started exchanging blow jobs instead of hand jobs when
we saw each other. I never thought of myself as gay, as I refused to
swallow his cum, but he always swallowed mine, and I only agreed to do him,
so that he would do me. As I got older, I realized that I was bi, but a
top. I liked getting head, and I loved fucking, but I didn't like getting
fucked. I also realized that I liked blowing guys as long as I didn't have
to swallow their cum. I don't like the taste of cum, except..." I started
to say "Colin's", but stopped myself.  "Nevermind. I enjoy getting people
off, men and women, and I love to watch a guy shoot his load, especially if
he cums big. I don't know why, though. I guess because it was so hot that
first time, seeing my cousin getting off on the fact that my dick was so
big."

"Shit, man," Todd said. "That's so fucking hot."

We were both up on our knees now stroking our dicks together. I watched
Todd stroking his dick, nearly 7" long at age 15, with his hairless teen
nuts swinging between his legs.  His thin arm flexed as he slid his hand up
and down the shaft. Todd's eyes were focused on my fat cock, watching as I
slide my big hand up the long shaft, rubbed my thumb around the flared,
swollen head, and then brought my hand back down to the thick base.

"No one had called me 'Grosso' for a couple of years at that time, but the
next day, my cousin referred to me as 'Grossone', which means like 'big and
fat' and my brother was like, 'What did he call you?' I just laughed it off
and said it was a private joke. After that, though, I told Ben that he
should probably just call me 'Grosso' if he was gonna do that, and if
anyone asked why, say for sentimental reasons from when I was
younger. Pretty soon, my family was calling me 'Grosso' again, even though
I was no longer fat, but only Ben really knew the reason why. I tell it to
a few other people, too."

We were still stroking. Our dicks were making wet, sloshy noises as we
pulled on our precum slick poles. I really wanted to see Todd shoot. It
sounded like he could cum like I did, and perhaps even more and further. We
were focused on each other jacking his own dick, the only noise the sound
of our hands sliding up and down our slick shafts.

"Hey, Todd," I said, as I felt my orgasm approaching. "Think you can
outshoot me?"

"What do you mean?" he breathed.

"Well," I grunted. "You know how me and Paden compare with cock sizes,
right? I also bust a pretty big nut like you do. Wanna see who's the bigger
shooter here?"

He groaned. "How?"

"Hold on," I said and stopped stroking. I had brought an extra sheet with
me, because I wasn't sure if the university would provide linens. I pulled
the sheet out of my bag and laid it down on the floor. I knelt down at the
edge of it and motioned for Todd to join me.  The sheet was blue, so it
would show the distance nicely.

We knelt next to each other, quickly stroking our dicks. Precum was leaking
from both our cockheads and dribbling down onto the sheet beneath us. We
were looking at each other, watching each other's balls bounce and cocks
throb and leak as we jacked off together, me and my 15-year-old student,
with a bigger than average cock and cum loaded balls. I waved my dick at
Todd, showing him the full length and thickness of it.

"Oh shit," he grunted. "Here it goes." He pulled his hand down hard against
the base of his dick and started shooting. His first shot of cum flew out
of his dick, one long rope that landed more than 3 feet away from us on the
sheet.

"Holy fuck," I groaned, seeing Todd shoot, and I also exploded, sending my
first shot rocketing from my throbbing cockhead; it was immediately
followed by another, thicker wad. I fired 9 or 10 more shots of cum,
landing at various distances on the sheet. Todd, too, fired a good load of
cum. I wasn't able to count his, but I could hear both our wads splatting
down on the sheet that I had spread out on the floor. I finished cumming
and milked the last few drops out of my softening cock onto the sheet. I
looked over at Todd, whose dick was now hanging limply over his balls.

"I think I won, Mr. A," he said, pointing at the sheet. Indeed he had. His
furthest shot was about a foot beyond mine, very near the 4-foot mark.

"Damn, man," I said. "I've never met anyone who could shoot further than I
could. I think I shot more, though." My side of the sheet did look messier,
but the sheet was so splattered with cum that it wasn't easy to tell who
had actually shot the bigger load.

"Maybe," he said, "but no one's every shot more than me before."

"Yeah, well, like I said, no one's ever shot further than me, either, but
there's always a first time." I winked at him.

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said incredulously

"How about we do this again tomorrow and test volume, then?" I suggested.

"How?" he asked.

"We could do it a couple of ways," I said. "We can either jerk into condoms
and see who fills one up the most, or we can jerk into a glass and see who
fills it the most. I vote for condoms, 'cause there's less mess. In the
glass, with the force of our shots, there's a chance we'd end up blasting
it right up and out of the glass again."

Todd laughed loudly. "True, true. But won't it be hard to tell who filled
the condom more?"

"I don't think so," I said, "but we could jerk into condoms and then pour
the spew into a glass."

"Okay," Todd agreed. "I won the distance contest. Get ready for me to win
the volume contest tomorrow, too."

"In your dreams," I joked. "No way that you shoot more than I do."

"We'll see," he said with a sly wink.

"So no jerking off until tomorrow night, and we'll see how busts the bigger
nut after dinner. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Todd said.

"Alright, well you better get dressed and go to your room. It'll be curfew
soon."

"Okay, Grosso," Todd said with a wink.

"Shut up, Blaster," I said, laughing. Todd left my room, and I was glad to
have finally satisfied my curiosity and confirmed my suspicions about how
he got his nickname. Todd had been so open and willing to talk about it and
then to jack off together, that I wondered if perhaps Paden had told him
about me and what we had done together. The next night, I decided that I
would ask for more information about what they had done besides jerk off
together.

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What'd you think? As I said, I think it's one of my weaker stories, but
better things are coming, I promise! It also introduces a new character,
which fulfills another promised cameo.

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