Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 22:08:48 -0400
From: Alessandro <alessandro.bendotato@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy Called Horse Chapter 5

**AUTHOR'S NOTE**

Sorry it has been so long. Between a busy spring semester and some events
in my personal life, I haven't had as much time for writing as I would
like. Long chapter, as usual. Sex scene at the end.

Before you read, be aware that I rewrote the "truth or dare" scene from
Chapter 4 and resubmitted the chapter. The scene didn't ring true for
either Nico or Elena. Chapter 5 was written with those changes in mind.

Now, I want to share some thoughts that I've had about the series.

1) My original idea for the story was that Nico would be cocky, confident,
and constantly fucking. Basically Mr. A as a high school student. But when
I started to write, that didn't feel right, and so here we are.

2) This story has been more difficult for me than my Mr. A series, which
many of you have read. There isn't as much hardcore sex, and using the
third person doesn't make it any easier. I do endeavor to write a good
story, but this isn't my primary job, so I can't devote unlimited hours to
it. Unfortunately, that means I have to find an acceptable balance between
good and great.

Also, I know it's been a slow build, but there is some actual sex (not just
jacking off) coming. I promise.

Feedback welcome, as always. Unless you're emailing to tell me to read your
stories to learn how to write a good sex scene. I think my sex scenes are
just fine, so I'll just respond by telling you to read my Mr. A series.

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
will never happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of
consensual sex between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of
my life, however, are played by people aged 18 and over. If you are not
interested in reading about this (or other male-on-male sex), STOP
READING. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my
permission. (That means I own it, and I have copyrighted it, in case you
were confused.)

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

"But all my friends are going to Collins." Nico had used the same argument
again and again without effect. If he used it often enough, maybe his
parents would give in. Quantity over quality.

"Now that's not true," Luca Cavalloni countered. "Gary isn't going there,
and neither is David."

Nico groaned in frustration. It was the beginning of April, and his final
year at Lee Middle School was coming to an end. He had celebrated two
birthdays. He had earned straight A's. He had proven himself on and off the
soccer pitch. And he had tried without success to convince his parents to
send him to the private school where Drew and Travis and Matt and some of
his other friends would attend high school.

"No," Nico conceded, "but Drew and Travis and Matt are." He paused. "And
Elena is." Elena wasn't his "girlfriend," but they had spent a lot of time
together, going to school events and the movies, hanging out at friends'
houses. They had made out, but hadn't gone further than kissing and
groping. After these sessions, Nico relieved himself at home while lying
under the covers, or in the shower if he didn't want to worry about
cleanup. When he spent the weekend at Drew's, the two took care of their
blue balls together. Occasionally they stayed over at Gary's house, which
almost always led to porn watching on the Internet--Gary knew all the best
sites. They took care of their hard-ons together, except when Travis was
there; then, they took turns at the computer.

"I know that Drew is your best friend." Mr. Cavalloni used his most
understanding voice. He had watched his son and Drew grow closer over the
past two years. They were together almost every weekend and often spent the
night at one house or the other. "But you guys are only going to different
schools, not moving to different cities. You will see each other all the
time."

"Maybe," Nico muttered. Drew would still be a bike ride away, but Nico
feared that not seeing him every day at school would affect their
friendship.

Mr. Cavalloni looked across the table at his wife. She shrugged. They were
growing tired of the "Collins Conversation," which had become the standard
topic at Sunday night dinner, but their son made some good points. They
didn't want to separate him from his closest friends--they knew how
important a strong social network was in high school--but they could not
afford the tuition.

Dani Cavalloni sighed. "We HAVE discussed it, Nico, and we simply cannot
afford it."

"What about scholarships?"

"Nico." Mr. Cavalloni placed his hand on his son's arm and squeezed. "We
know how important this is to you. Do you think we're making this decision
rashly? We've given it a lot of thought and looked at the financial aid
that the school offers. The school won't offer us aid, because your mother
and I make too much money."

"That makes no sense," Nico said. "If we make too much money for the school
to give us money, then why don't we make enough money to send me to the
school?"

Dani Cavalloni sighed again. "Money and financial aid don't always make
sense, honey. The school prefers to use its scholarships for truly
low-income students who show promise, whether academically or athletically,
and we're not low-income."

"Ugh." Nico leaned over his plate and finished eating dinner.

*****

The next day, a disgruntled Nico presented his usual positive persona to
the world. Eighth grade was coming to an end, and he had again failed to
convince his parents to send him to Collins Prep. As the day wore on,
disappointment and anger began to get the better of him, and by the time
last period gym came, he was desperate to release his pent up energy and
emotion.

After taking attendance, Mr. Faggi led the class out to the track. It was a
free day, so the students could participate in any activity they wanted, as
long as they were actually moving. Some students took a leisurely stroll
around the track; others tossed a football back and forth; still others
used the class as an extra track practice and were actually timing their
laps around the track.

Nico caught sight of a soccer ball and asked Matt, the only member of his
core group of friends in the class, if he wanted to kick it around. Matt
wasn't a soccer guy any more than Nico was a baseball guy, so they started
with some easy kicks back and forth. Soon some classmates joined them, and
an impromptu game began. There were no goalies, and no one was keeping
score; it was a bunch of guys and girls kicking and passing the ball up and
down one half of the field. Nico funneled his frustration with his parents
into the game, and he pushed himself harder than the others did, dashing
around the field, stealing the ball and dribbling back to the goal.

As Nico approached the goal, one of his classmates came up on his right and
tried to steal the ball. He succeeded only in getting his feet caught up in
Nico's, and both boys fell to the ground. "Sorry, Nico." Will stood and
brushed the grass from his clothes.

Anger rose in Nico. He leapt to his feet and yelled at Will, complaining
that Will might have injured him. Nico stalked forward, anger flashing in
his eyes. Will put up his hands and stepped back.

Matt ran up and put himself between Nico and their classmate. "Whoa, whoa,
whoa." He put his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Chill, Nico. It's not a big
deal. It was an accident."

Nico looked into Matt's face and started to calm down.

Matt raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. "It's okay, bro." He turned
Nico to the track. "Let's go for a run."

Nico allowed Matt to lead him to the track. He saw Mr. Faggi from the
corner of his eye and was embarrassed. He had never acted that way before,
and he knew that it had nothing to do with getting tripped.

Matt and Nico made several laps around the track before Mr. Faggi blew the
whistle and called everyone inside to change.

After nearly two years of showering together, most of Nico's classmates
were comfortable in front of each other. It had taken until almost the end
of 7th grade before they had realized that the situation wasn't as awkward
and terrible as they had feared. Unless someone popped a boner; then all
bets were off. Nico hadn't made fun of the few guys he had seen it happen
to, because he knew that if it ever happened to him, he had no chance of
concealing it, and he certainly didn't want people making fun of him for
it.

Nico and Matt headed to the showers with their towels over their shoulders
as they had done since 7th grade. When they walked in, one of the guys from
the soccer team nodded his head at Nico and grinned. "Hey, Horse," he said
and stepped into his shower stall.

Nico had been both excited and embarrassed--his most common emotions where
his over-sized teenage prick was concerned--the first time that Brett had
called him "Horse." He had quickly gotten used to being called Horse, at
least when he was with his teammates in the locker-room, but overt
references to his size usually made him uncomfortable. He did like that the
other guys admired and looked up to him, and he was never worried about
being naked in front of them, but he didn't think it was appropriate to
call attention to his size in most situations or conversations.

"Hey, Jimmy." Nico's voice squeaked. Matt, Jimmy, and Nico laughed; voice
cracks were less embarrassing if they were laughed off.

Nico entered the shower next to Jimmy and turned on the water. He closed
his eyes and let the spray wash over him. It was the end of the school day,
so there was no need to rush. Nico pumped some soap into his hand and
worked it into lather. He washed the sweat from his armpits, tangling his
fingers in the hair that had steadily grown over the past year and a
half. He scrubbed his arms and chest. His "baby fat" was melting away,
replaced by muscle. His smooth chest was broader and flatter.

Nico pumped some more soap into his hands and looked down. He rubbed his
soapy hands over his abs. He didn't have a six-pack, yet, but he could feel
the muscles under his smooth skin. He followed the trail of hair from his
navel and scrubbed the sweat from his bush of light-colored pubes.

The heat of the shower caused Nico's cock and balls to hang lower and
heavier than normal. Even if his cock had stopped growing in 7th grade, he
would have been counted as larger than average, but it hadn't stopped. Just
as the rest of his body had grown taller and gained muscle, so too had his
cock grown longer and fatter. His ballsac had dropped lower and looser to
accommodate his expanding balls. At 14, he was in no danger of losing the
Horse moniker that Brett had bestowed upon him when he was 12-years-old.

Blood flowed to Nico's soft cock as he moved it around to wash his
crotch. His chubby cock rested against his left forearm when he lifted his
ballsac to clean between his legs. Nico released his newly cleansed
endowment; it dropped heavily and swayed against his thighs.

He filled his palm with shampoo and washed his hair. He turned towards the
shower-room and leaned his head back under the spray. Even though his
chubby, semi-hard dick was on full display, Nico didn't consider himself a
"showoff." He was taking a shower; he had no choice but to be naked, and it
made no sense to go out of his way to hide his nakedness. In most
situations, though, he was modest: he always wore sliders for gym, since
the classroom wasn't the kind of place where it was okay to be on display,
and he always did his best to conceal random erections.

Nico turned off the water and grabbed his towel. As he dried himself, he
glanced across the room. Will had just wrapped a towel around his waist and
was stepping out of his cubicle.

"Hey, Will!" Nico's cock and balls bounced as he wiped the water from his
crotch and between his legs. "I'm sorry about earlier."

Nico glanced up from his ministrations to the lower half of his body. Will
stood still, looking at Nico, but said nothing. Nico threw his towel over
his shoulder and walked across the shower-room towards Will.

Will's eyes were drawn down by the sway of his friend's cock and balls, but
he quickly looked up as Nico approached. "It's okay, man."

Nico smiled. "Great. I don't usually get like that."

Will grinned. "I know. We're cool."

Nico followed Will out of the shower-room and went to his locker. Matt
joined him moments later.

"Everything cool with Will?" Matt asked, pulling on his boxers.

Nico nodded and reached down the front of his boxer-briefs to reposition
his meat. "Yeah. Thanks for helping out." Nico put on his khaki shorts.

"So what was that about, anyway?"

Nico turned around and looked up at Matt. "I really hate that every time I
get taller, you and Gary also get taller, you know that?"

He envied Matt and Gary because they seemed more grown up than he
did. Their voices had changed first, and since they both had started
lifting weights, they no longer looked awkward and gangly despite the fact
that they were taller than everyone else. Nico admired the effect working
out had on their arms and chests, and he was working to catch up.

Matt laughed and zipped up his shorts. "Well, I hate the fact that even
though I'm taller and older, there's no reason to call me Horse." Matt
grinned.

Nico blushed, but chuckled. He forgot that many guys not only admired him
because of his size, but also envied him, just as he envied Matt's
height. He knew--hell, it seemed everyone knew--that he was bigger than
average, but he still grew embarrassed when someone spoke openly about his
size, especially when they were making comparisons with their own
dicks. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "I'd rather be taller, you'd rather be
longer." He grinned.

"But back to my question. Why did you get so intense on the field?"

"It's this whole Collins thing." Nico spread deodorant under his arms and
then pulled on his shirt.

"Parents still refusing, huh?" Matt finished dressing just as the bell
rang.

"Yeah. They say we can't afford it and don't qualify for any scholarships."
Nico sighed and sat on the bench; he packed his dirty gym clothes into his
bag.

"Sorry, bro," Matt said. "It'd be cool if you could be there, but at least
you'll still have Gary and David."

"I guess." Nico put on his backpack and lifted his gym bag. He and Matt
headed towards the door.

Mr. Faggi stepped out of his office. "Nico! I need to talk to you."

Nico and Matt stopped. Nico looked at Matt, eyes wide. "Do you think I'm in
trouble because of Will?" he whispered.

Matt raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Maybe."

Nico swallowed. "Will you tell Drew and his mom that I'm on my way?"

"Sure thing." Matt headed out the door.

Nico walked back towards Mr. Faggi. "I'm really sorry..."

"I know." Mr. Faggi cut off his apology. "It was out of character for you,
and I heard you apologize to Will, so we're good as long as it doesn't
happen again."

"Oh." Nico's relief quickly turned to confusion. "What did you want to talk
about, then?"

The locker-room was empty by this point, and Mr. Faggi led Nico into his
office.

"Shut the door please," Mr. Faggi said.

Nico hesitated. He wasn't uncomfortable around Mr. Faggi, but every teacher
and administrator in the school had at one point told the students never to
be alone with a teacher in a closed room.

Mr. Faggi laughed. "The blinds on the window are open, so anyone can see
in. I just don't want anyone to hear what I have to say."

Nico chuckled nervously. "That's supposed to make me feel better?"

Vincenzo Faggi decided not to push the issue. He had never acted on the
attraction that he felt towards his students, and his looks of admiration
had always been swift and discreet. Except the first time he had seen Nico
naked. Fortunately, Nico had interpreted his attention as a
reprimand. Still, he did not want to do anything that might bring undue
attention in the future.

"Good point. I guess I can understand." Mr. Faggi invited Nico to take a
seat in the chair in front of his desk. He motioned for Nico to move his
chair forward and leaned over his desk. Since the door was open, he would
need to speak quietly.

"What's this about, Mr. Faggi?" Nico shifted in his seat.

"I heard what you were saying to Matt about Collins."

"Okaaay." Nico spoke slowly, still confused.

"As a coach, I can make recommendations for scholarships for people with
promise."

Nico was beginning to understand. "Wait, so you're saying you would ask
Collins to give me a scholarship for soccer?"

Mr. Faggi nodded.

"That would be awesome!" Nico's heart beat faster.

"Let me be honest with you, Nico. You're good, and you've played really
well these past two years, but not as good as many of my players at
Collins. Jamie has helped you a lot, but high school is much more
competitive than middle school. Collins especially. We get a lot of
international students who have been playing competitively for at least as
long as you have."

Nico felt like the air had been knocked out of him. He had taken it for
granted that he was an amazing soccer player and would always be one of the
best. Excitement quickly gave way to confusion. "So why would you put my
name in for a scholarship?"

"I think you have the potential to be really great, and I think Collins
will bring that out better than someplace where you aren't challenged."
Mr. Faggi didn't mention the added benefit of getting to see Nico walk
bare-assed around the locker-room for another four years.

Nico understood: it was easy to be great when the competition was weak, but
the real test was to be great when the competition was strong.

"If you're willing to put in the effort for Collins, I'll talk to the
headmaster, but I'm not going to put my neck out for you if you're not
going to work."

"I will do whatever it takes, Mr. Faggi," Nico said eagerly. "I'm not
afraid to work hard."

Mr. Faggi nodded. He knew Nico loved playing soccer, and he knew Nico
really wanted to be at Collins, so he believed that Nico would make every
effort to prove his worth. "I'll need to talk to your parents before I go
to the headmaster. Have them call me. LMS forbids recruiting, so I can't
have them come here." He handed Nico a card with his cell number on it.

Nico finally realized why Mr. Faggi had been speaking so quietly and had
wanted the door shut. "Thanks, Mr. Faggi."

Smiling, Mr. Faggi rose and held out his hand. "No problem, Nico."

Nico smiled and shook Mr. Faggi's hand. He felt Mr. Faggi's strong grip and
saw his forearm flex. As he had done several times over the past two years,
Nico found himself admiring his teacher's body, from his thick biceps and
broad chest to his muscular thighs. The bottoms of Mr. Faggi's compression
shorts, stark white against his olive skin, peeked out from the legs of his
gym shorts. Nico knew that not every guy wore compression shorts for the
reason he did, but, recalling the way Mr. Faggi's crotch sometimes bulged,
Nico thought that he and Mr. Faggi might wear them for the same reason.

Nico rushed out to meet Drew and his mom.

"What did Mr. Faggi want?" Drew asked as Nico climbed into the back seat.

"He wanted to talk to me about something that happened in class today."

"Oh yeah. The thing with Will? Matt told me."

Nico nodded.

"And that's why you're so excited?" Drew turned to look at Nico.

"More like relieved that he decided not to call my parents or give me a
detention!" Nico didn't like lying, but he didn't want to raise Drew's
hopes only to dash them later.

Drew grinned. "I can imagine your parents would not be happy to get a call
like that."

Nico smiled back. "Exactly."

*****

"You seem in a better mood tonight," Mrs. Cavalloni said to her son at
dinner. Nico was usually sullen for several days after each Collins
argument.

"I heard some good news at school today," Nico said eagerly.

"Oh? What was that?" Mr. Cavalloni asked.

"Mr. Faggi said that he thinks he can get me a soccer scholarship to
Collins."

Nico's parents put down their silverware and looked at each
other. Mr. Cavalloni folded his hands together and turned to his son. "Oh?"

Nico nodded enthusiastically and pulled Mr. Faggi's card from his
pocket. "Yeah. He said he wants you to call him."

"Why does he think that's possible?" Mrs. Cavalloni asked.

"He coaches there, and he says that the school puts a lot of support behind
its sports teams. So if he can convince them that I'm a good fit for the
soccer team and a good enough student..." Nico trailed off; his parents
weren't showing the enthusiasm he had hoped for.

Mr. Cavalloni cleared his throat. "And he just brought this up out of
nowhere?"

Nico blushed. "Not exactly. I was complaining to Matt in the locker-room,
and he overheard."

The Cavallonis looked at each other again. Their son was so excited that
they couldn't say no without at least talking to Mr. Faggi. "Well, I guess
it can't hurt to talk to him."

*****

"Your mother and I are going to meet with Mr. Faggi this afternoon,"
Mr. Cavalloni informed Nico at breakfast Tuesday morning.

"Really?" Nico smiled brightly; he could hardly contain his excitement.

"But we need you to understand something, Nico," his mother added.

"What?"

"We're just going to talk to him," she said.

"Meaning what?" Nico asked anxiously.

"A meeting with Mr. Faggi doesn't mean that we're going to accept his
offer," his dad explained.

"But if he can get me a scholarship..." Nico trailed off.

"We know how you feel." Mrs. Cavalloni took her son's hand. "But we aren't
making any decisions without knowing the facts."

"And whatever decision we make will be because we think it's what's best
for you. Understand?" Mr. Cavalloni squeezed his son's shoulder.

Nico nodded but refused to be discouraged. "Well, I'm positive that Collins
is best for me," he said. "My best friend will be there, it's a great
school, AND it has a really good soccer team."

How could they say no?

*****

Mr. Faggi and the Cavallonis agreed to meet at the city fields. He was
running the spring "skills academy" for CUFC's U17s, and Nico was
participating in the skills academy for the U14s, so the fields were
convenient for everyone.

When Nico and his parents arrived, they headed to the field where the U14s
met. Nico had turned 14 in January and would move up to the U15 squad over
the summer. Coach Jamie was facing away from them, staring across the field
at the setting sun. He held a soccer ball under his right arm. Not for the
first time, Luca Cavalloni noticed Jamie's strong calves and the way his
nylon shorts hugged the curves of his ass. His golden-red hair shined in
the sun.

"Hello, Jamie," Luca Cavalloni called as they approached.

Jamie turned in surprise. "Oh, hi, Mr. Cavalloni, Mrs. Cavalloni. Sorry I
didn't hear you coming up. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here this
early." He absently slid the ball from under his arm and held it in front
of his torso. "Hey Nico." He grinned at the youngest Cavalloni.

Nico grinned back. "Hey Coach!"

"Sorry we're so early," Dani Cavalloni said. "I hope you don't mind? We're
on our way to meet with Mr. Faggi, and we wanted to get here early, so we
wouldn't interrupt his coaching time."

"I don't mind at all. I'm sure that Nico and I can keep ourselves
entertained kicking the ball around until the other guys arrive."

"Thanks so much," Nico's mom said. "We really appreciate it."

"And I'm sure that Nico will appreciate the extra field time," Nico's dad
added.

Nico nodded eagerly.

"We're off, then," Mr. Cavalloni said. "We'll be back in a bit, Nico."
Nico's parents headed to the field where Mr. Faggi was getting ready for
the U17s.

"Ready?" Jamie tossed the ball to Nico and turned to face him.

Nico threw in the ball; Jamie caught it on his chest and let it fall to the
grass, then dribbled away from Nico.

Grinning, Nico chased after Jamie. He was glad that Jamie was still his
coach at CUFC. Jamie had asked to move up to the U14s and U15s after the
club hired a new coach. Nico liked to think that Jamie wanted to move up
because of him and his friends.

Jamie looked over his shoulder and saw Nico getting closer. When Nico had
almost caught up to him, Jamie suddenly cut left. Nico cursed under his
breath. He was an excellent player, but no one was perfect, and he slowed
too much in his pivots. Jamie had talked to him about it many times, and he
wanted to see if Nico had improved. Nico slowed, but didn't stop, and
quickly pivoted in Jamie's direction. Another quick glance over his
shoulder told Jamie that Nico was indeed improving. He stopped and turned
around. He placed his foot on the ball and waited for Nico to catch up.

Jamie recalled their first meeting at the fields. He had felt a special
interest in Nico then, and he had known that Nico would be a great addition
to both the CUFC and middle school teams. His interest in Nico hadn't
seemed unusual to him; he thought it was because he admired Nico's
athleticism and enthusiasm, which reminded him of himself at Nico's
age. When he began to notice changes to Nico's body, it also didn't seem
strange to him. He had coached boys Nico's age for years, and he had always
taken note of when they got taller and more athletic, so that he could make
the best use of his team's talent. But during tryouts for the LMS team the
previous fall, he realized that the connection he felt to Nico was
different.

At the fall tryouts, Jamie noted how each boy had changed since the
previous year, whether his skills had improved or he had gotten taller or
faster or he hadn't changed much at all. He knew what to expect from the
boys that also played for CUFC, so their tryouts were largely a formality,
but as always, Nico played hard. Jamie had watched Nico closely, pretending
that he was trying very hard to decide whether Nico would make the team or
not. As Nico dribbled the ball up and down the field, Jamie's eyes were
repeatedly drawn to the boy's crotch. And for the first time, for the
briefest moment, Jamie thought, "I wonder if he's still growing
everywhere." His face went red, and when Nico shot the ball at the goal,
and his right leg crossed in front of his left, Jamie gaped at the
nylon-covered bulge.

Now, Jamie was again really noticing Nico: how much taller and faster he
had become; how defined his leg and arm muscles were becoming as his baby
fat disappeared; how his chest had flattened; how his face had grown
thinner and more masculine. He stared at Nico's pumping legs. The sway of
Nico's ample endowment mesmerized Jamie, and he recalled how surprised and
impressed he had been at Nico's first physical with Dr. Trenton. He was
positive that Nico had grown larger everywhere, and not for the first time,
he regretted that he hadn't been present at Nico's physical that year.

Nico came to a stop in front of Jamie, bringing the coach out of his
reverie. "That was pretty good, wasn't it, Coach?" Nico asked, breathing
hard.

Jamie nodded. "Yep. You've been practicing, I see."

"With my dad," Nico said with a smile.

"Good man." Jamie put his hand on Nico's shoulder and walked with him off
the field.

*****

The Cavallonis had never actually met Mr. Faggi. Of course they knew who he
was, because they had seen him coaching the during Nico's CUFC practices,
but there had never been an official introduction. On parent/teacher
conference nights, they always met with Nico's academic teachers first, and
by the time they finished those meetings, the night was over, so they never
made it to Mr. Faggi.

Mr. Faggi heard the Cavallonis approaching and looked up. Even if he hadn't
been expecting them, he would have easily recognized them; blond and
attractive, their similarities to Nico were impossible to miss. A quick
glance at Mr. Cavalloni's crotch made him suspect that father and son also
had similar endowments.

"Mr. Faggi?" Dani Cavalloni said.

"Call me Enzo," Mr. Faggi said, holding out his hand.

Mrs. Cavalloni shook his hand. "I'm Dani, and this is my husband Luca."

"Nice to meet you finally," Mr. Cavalloni said, seeing Mr. Faggi up close
for the first time. One of Mr. Cavalloni's aunts had married a man from
central Italy, and Mr. Faggi reminded him of that man.

"Likewise."

Vincenzo Faggi and Luca Cavalloni held their handshake longer than
necessary, sizing up each other. Mr. Faggi was more muscular, but they were
about the same height; otherwise, they were a contrast in dark and
light. Mr. Faggi was olive-skinned, while Mr. Cavalloni was
fair. Mr. Faggi's muscular forearms and legs were sprinkled with dark hair,
while the blond hair on Mr. Cavalloni's arms and legs was barely
visible. Tendrils of Mr. Faggi's chest hair peeked over the neckline of his
shirt, while Mr. Cavalloni's chest was naturally smooth except for his
treasure trail and a tuft of blond hair between his pecs.

"Alright, Enzo, let's talk about this scholarship opportunity," Luca said.

"Collins' soccer, lacrosse, swimming, and rowing teams are among the top in
the state, and to keep that reputation intact, the Board reserves some
scholarship money for athletes recommended by the coaches."

"And you're willing to recommend Nico?" Dani asked.

"I'm absolutely willing to recommend Nico."

"You told Nico that the team was much more competitive than anything he's
dealt with so far," Luca said. "But you think he's good enough?"

"I think he can BECOME good enough. He won't be a star right out of the
gate like he was at LMS and CUFC. The competition is tough; we have a lot
of talented international students." Enzo took a deep breath; he hoped that
his prurient interest in Nico's continued physical development hadn't
clouded his judgment about Nico's athleticism and promise.

"So why would the school give Nico one of those places?" Dani looked at her
husband. The opportunity seemed a little too good to be true.

Luca understood his wife's concerns. "You have to understand our
hesitation; this is what we need exactly when we need it. Do you really
think that the school will say yes? We won't risk getting Nico's hopes up
only to dash them in a couple of weeks."

"They give a lot of weight to the coaches' suggestions, and it helps
tremendously that Nico is also a great student. The school takes its
academics as seriously as its athletics, so when a coach comes to them with
a talented athlete AND a talented student, it's much easier for them to say
yes."

"Assuming we agree, what sort of time frame are we looking at?" Luca asked.

"To be honest, I kind of started the ball rolling after I talked to Nico. I
told the athletic director about Nico yesterday, and he encouraged me to
have you guys apply. If you fill out the online application and submit it
to the school, I will talk to admissions tomorrow. The official answer
might not come for a few weeks, but I can probably have an unofficial
answer in a couple of days."

Luca raised his eyebrows.

Enzo laughed. "The admissions coordinator is a friend from college. He'll
go to the headmaster directly for me, and I trust him to give me a straight
answer."

"Doesn't hurt to try, I suppose." Dani and her husband wanted the best for
their son, and Enzo seemed committed to helping Nico.

Luca nodded. "We'll work on the application tonight."

"That's great to hear. I have no doubt that this will be great for Nico."

They said their good-byes, and the Cavallonis headed back to the U14 field
to watch Nico's practice.

*****

At the end of practice, Nico was tired, but that didn't stop him from
running to his parents. "So what happened?" He bent at the waist and took
several deep breaths.

His parents didn't answer right away; Nico looked at them questioningly,
fearful that they had rejected Mr. Faggi's offer. Then they smiled at him.

"You agreed?" Nico shouted and pumped his fist into the air. He hadn't been
able to come up with a reason why they wouldn't agree, but they had made it
clear that anything was possible.

"We did," his mom said. "We're going to fill out the application tonight."

"But keep in mind that nothing is definite, yet," Mr. Cavalloni added. "The
school still has to accept you and grant you the scholarship. I just want
you to be prepared in case they don't."

Nico nodded. He would be severely disappointed if he didn't get the
scholarship, but he knew that his parents had really tried to make it
possible for him to go to Collins. He felt like he could handle the
rejection if it came, and the knot that used to form in the pit of his
stomach when he thought about not going to Collins was no longer there, or
at least was much smaller.

"I guess I shouldn't tell anyone, then?"

"Tell anyone what?" Drew asked, coming up behind Nico.

"That you suck at soccer," Nico teased and moved aside a little, so that
Drew could stand next to him. The two boys were still about the same
height, but Drew was thinner; he developed muscle tone as quickly as
Nico. "Oh, wait, everyone already knows that."

"Hey! I've gotten way better. Jerk." Drew grinned at his friend and shoved
him with his shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks to me." Nico rested his forearm on Drew's shoulder.

"Are you still staying over this weekend?" Drew asked. He elbowed Nico in
the side and shrugged off his friend's arm. He didn't mind having Nico's
arm on his shoulder, but he felt that there was an unspoken rule about how
long it could stay without seeming weird.

"I think so," Nico said, looking at his parents.

"It's fine with us," his mom said.

"Who else will be there?" Mr. Cavalloni asked.

"Matt and Gary," Drew answered.

"No Travis?" Nico asked.

Drew shook his head. "You know how his mom gets. She originally said yes,
but when she found out that Matt and Gary were also coming, she decided
that it was family night."

"I still don't get that," Nico said.

"Some people think that boys are more likely to get into trouble in
groups," Nico's dad explained, "and you just have to accept that."

"And she thinks Gary is a troublemaker, anyway," Drew said.

"Alright, Nico," his mom said, stopping the conversation about other
people's parents before it got out of hand. "It's time to go." She turned
to Drew. "You're coming with us, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Drew responded. "That's what Mom told me when she dropped me
off."

*****

At lunch the next day, Drew, Matt, and Travis spent a good deal of time
talking about which classes they were thinking about taking at
Collins. They each had a meeting with the 9th grade academic counselor
coming up, and they were trying to coordinate their schedules. Even though
they were entering a school with a much smaller population than a public
school, they were still going to be brand new, and it would be easier to
adjust if they had classes with their friends.

When they finally realized they were excluding the rest of the table, they
apologized.

Drew turned to Nico. "Man, I really wish you were coming to Collins, too."

"Gee, thanks, Drew," Gary and David said.

Drew blushed. "I mean, all of you. It'll be weird going to school without
you guys."

Nico wanted to tell Drew that there was a chance he would be joining them
at Collins. He wanted to involve himself in their class discussion, but he
knew it was better to keep quiet. Instead, he said, "Like my parents said,
it's not like you live really far away or anything." He grinned at Drew.

*****

"Any news?" Nico asked as soon as his mom came home Wednesday afternoon.

She laughed. "Nico, we just turned in the application last night. Surely
you didn't think we would know something immediately?"

Thursday also brought no news, and at dinner Nico asked, "Do you think I
should ask Mr. Faggi?"

Mrs. Cavalloni shook her head emphatically. "I know you're anxious for an
answer, but we can't control how quickly the school moves, and neither can
Mr. Faggi."

"We've done what we can," his dad explained. "Mr. Faggi has done what he
can. It is entirely up to the school now."

Luca and Dani Cavalloni were also anxious, but they kept their concerns
from Nico. Mr. Faggi had said he could probably have an unofficial answer
within a couple of days, but they had heard nothing from him. They kept
reminding themselves that he had said "probably," and it wasn't
unreasonable to think that it might take a few days for a response, even if
he had a friend in the admissions office.

*****

During Friday's gym class, Nico analyzed Mr. Faggi's every look, movement,
and word. Did Mr. Faggi use a positive tone when he called Nico's name for
attendance? Did Mr. Faggi avert his eyes when Nico looked at him? Did
Mr. Faggi look sympathetic when Nico passed his office on his way to the
shower?

Nico was surprised to see his mom's car in the driveway when Mrs. Beck
dropped him at home that afternoon. He slammed the door and was about to
hurry up the walk when Drew stopped him.

"Two hours?"

Nico looked back and grinned. "Two hours."

Nico dropped his bag in the kitchen and walked towards the living room,
where he heard the TV. "Mom?"

Mrs. Cavalloni looked up from her laptop on the coffee table. "Hi, honey."
She waved him over.

"Why are you home early?" Nico sat down next to her on the couch. He
glanced at her laptop; the Collins webpage was open. Nico's heart beat
faster.

"Well, I didn't have any more classes, and I couldn't think of a reason to
go back to the university after your father and I signed the admissions
papers at Collins."

Nico's eyes widened. He stood up and placed his hands on the sides of his
head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Mom, are you serious?!?"

Mrs. Cavalloni couldn't help but smile when she saw her son's unrestrained
joy. She stood and hugged him. "Completely serious."

Nico ran his fingers through his hair and paced back and forth, trying to
expend the energy that now filled him. "I can't believe it. Oh man. I have
to tell Drew." He took his phone out of his pocket.

"Wouldn't you rather tell him in person?"

Nico's fingers stopped in mid-text. It would be better to tell Drew in
person; he could wait two hours. "But wait. Where's Dad?"

"He had another class to teach, but we decided it was best to tell you
right away and not wait for him to get home. We do have to talk to you
about some things when he gets home, though, okay?"

Nico continued to beam; he couldn't imagine anything they had to say would
bring him down.

An hour later, Mr. Cavalloni opened the door to find Nico waiting for him
at the end of the hallway, as he used to when he was a boy. "When he was a
boy" resonated with Mr. Cavalloni.

Nico walked up to his dad and hugged him; his dad immediately squeezed
back.

"I guess you heard the news?" He smiled involuntarily at Nico's uninhibited
response--it reminded him that his "little boy" was still there inside his
teenage son.

Nico rested his head on his dad's solid chest, and when he felt the rumble
of his dad's voice, he closed his eyes and relaxed.

Mrs. Cavalloni watched, smiling. "Luca, should we talk to Nico before he
has to go to Drew's?"

Mr. Cavalloni released Nico and held him at arm's length. "Have you told
Drew yet?"

Nico shook his head. "I'm going to tonight."

"Good idea." He turned his son around, and they followed Mrs. Cavalloni
into the living room.

"There are a few things you have to keep in mind about going to Collins,"
Mrs. Cavalloni said.

"The scholarship covers about 75 percent of the tuition and fees, so your
mother and I still have to pay. Right now, we can afford it, but if
something should happen..."

"Like what?" Nico interrupted.

"One of us gets sick and can't work, or one of us doesn't get tenure and
has to find another job, or any number of things."

Nico nodded. "I wouldn't be able to stay there."

"Right," Mrs. Cavalloni said. "And one more thing that you have to
understand."

"And we can't stress this enough."

"You have to keep up your grades, and you have to remain on the team."

"If your grades slip," Mr. Cavalloni continued, "or you get kicked off the
team for any reason, the scholarship goes away."

Nico looked confused. Did they think he wasn't smart enough or athletic
enough?

Mrs. Cavalloni held up her hand to stop his question. "We know you're
completely capable, and we have no doubt you'll do great, but we also think
it's important to be upfront about the school's expectations."

Nico nodded again. "I can do it."

"We know." Mr. Cavalloni beamed proudly at his son.

*****

Nico smiled all the way to Drew's house. Going to Collins was no longer a
might or a maybe; it was a fact. Nico couldn't wait to tell Drew. As he
neared Drew's house, he saw Matt's mom pulling away.

Matt spied Nico down the road and waited in the driveway. "You look really
happy," Matt said after Nico had come to a stop and climbed off his bike.

"I am really happy."

"Oh really? Did you and Elena finally do more than grope each other?" Matt
grinned at Nico.

Nico blushed. "Shut up. You know we're not actually going out."

"Like that really matters," Matt said. "Hasn't stopped me and Mandie from
messing around."

"I guess Elena just isn't easy like Mandie," Nico teased.

Matt laughed. "That's definitely true. So are you gonna share why you're
grinning like an idiot?"

"Later." Nico punched the code into the keypad to open the garage door and
walked past Mrs. Beck's car to the side door.

"So you're that kind of friend, huh?" Matt followed Nico through the
garage. "Garage code and side door."

He stopped just as he placed his hand on the knob and grinned at Matt. "You
mad, bro?"

It hadn't seemed a big deal to Nico when Drew and his parents told him to
use the door from the garage; he visited so often that it just made more
sense than having everyone stop what they were doing to answer the front
door. In fact, he and his parents had reciprocated.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Only if you also have a key and the alarm code. Now
open the door."

"Who says I don't?" Nico laughed.

"Hi, Mrs. Beck," Nico called from the laundry room on their way to the
kitchen. Mrs. Beck was been so startled the first time Nico had let himself
in that she had dropped the bowls she was unloading from the
dishwasher. From then on, Nico always announced himself instead of
appearing suddenly in the kitchen.

Mrs. Beck looked up from the couch in the living room. The Beck's kitchen
had an open plan and only a granite-covered bar separated it from the
living room and breakfast nook. "Hello, Nico, Matt." She put down her book
and walked to the bar. "How are you boys?"

"We're good," Nico said.

Matt nodded. "How are you?"

"I'm well. Just enjoying a few minutes of relaxation." She smiled. "It's
great when a group of you come over. I can just order pizza instead of
cooking dinner!"

"Maybe we should come over more often then," Matt joked.

Mrs. Beck chuckled. "Maybe, but I don't think Nico's mom would let him eat
with us if I only fed him pizza."

Nico grinned. "Definitely not." As it was, even though Nico and Drew
visited each other almost every day, he was only allowed to eat at Drew's
house occasionally--Mrs. Cavalloni had very specific ideas about her son's
diet.

Drew walked into the living room. "I thought I heard you guys."

"Hey!" Nico sounded more excited than he had intended.

"How's it going?" Matt added. "I feel like I haven't seen you in hours."
They laughed.

Drew inclined his head towards his bedroom. Matt and Nico said goodbye to
Mrs. Beck and followed.

Matt sat on the bed, and Drew sat at his desk, but Nico remained standing.

"Alright, Nico, spill it," Drew said.

Nico grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can tell you're excited about something."

"Yeah. You've been grinning since you got here," Matt added.

Nico took a deep breath. "Mr. Faggi got me a scholarship to Collins!"

"No fucking way." Drew jumped from his chair and hugged Nico--not a
man-hug, but a full-on embrace.

Drew's uncontrolled display of happiness was contagious, and Nico returned
the hug without hesitation. After a few seconds, Nico let go of Drew and
stepped back.

Matt stood up and gave Nico a high five. "That's awesome, bro, but I'm not
really into hugging dudes."

Nico laughed. "That's cool."

"Yeah," Drew added, "we won't judge you 'cause you're homophobic and
insecure." He grinned at Matt.

Nico didn't think that Matt was insecure or homophobic. He was the only one
of the group that had actually had sex with a girl, and he had no problem
with nudity in the locker-room. He was obviously secure enough to compare
himself to other guys in the locker-room; he had commented on Nico's size
more than once. And even though Matt had never been present when he and
Drew visited Gary, Nico knew that Matt and Gary had jerked off together
before.

"Fuck you," Matt said and pulled Nico and Drew into a group-hug. "How's
that for homophobic and insecure?"

"Stop trying so hard," Drew joked and slipped out of Matt's grip. They
laughed.

"Seriously, though," Matt said, "it's awesome that we're going to high
school together."

A text message ping from Drew's phone interrupted their celebration.

Drew picked up his phone. "Looks like Gary won't be joining us."

"That sucks," Nico said. "Why not?"

Drew shrugged. "I dunno. His text just said he couldn't come. Did you get
anything, Matt?"

Matt was closer to Gary than the Drew or Nico was, just as Nico was closer
to Drew than Matt or Gary, or even Travis.

Matt pulled out his phone. "I have the same message you do. Weird. When I
saw him after school, he said that he was going to be here."

"Oh well. It's not like we can't swim and play video games without him,
right?" Nico looked around.

"Well, his dad bought a new laptop and gave Gary the old one to replace his
desktop, so Gary was going to bring it with him..." Drew trailed off and
grinned at his friends.

"Damn. That would have been fun," Nico said. Staying at Gary's house had
opened Nico's eyes to the variety of entertainment options the Internet
provided.

Drew nodded. "It would have been. Oh well."

"I might be able to help with that." Matt reached into his bag and pulled
out an iPad.

"No way," Drew said, brightening. "When did you get that?"

"My grandma sent it to me out of nowhere. I just set it up about two hours
ago." He had brought the iPad to show it off and play some games, but now
it looked like they might use it for a different kind of entertainment.

"That's awesome," Nico said. "Can I try it? I've been trying to convince my
parents to get me one, or at least a computer of my own." He began playing
Flappy Bird.

"Same here," Drew added. "I don't know why they're being difficult."

"Maybe because they don't want you staying up all night looking at porn?"
Matt joked.

"You're one to talk." Drew laughed. "Haven't even had it a day and already
using it for porn."

"You're the one who brought it up!"

"I should just start using my phone," Drew added, looking over Nico's
shoulder.

"Too small," Matt and Nico said at the same time. The three boys laughed.

Nico had used his phone once, but he found it awkward to hold the phone
where he could see the video and jack off at the same time. Plus, he was
paranoid about someone borrowing his phone and finding something he had
watched; it was easier to hide things on a computer, at least according to
Gary.

"Drew?" Mrs. Beck called a few minutes later. They quickly stashed the iPad
before she got to the room. They didn't want her to know about the iPad
lest she take it from them at bedtime.

"Yes, Mom?"

Mrs. Beck opened the door and stuck her head inside; the boys were sitting
silently. "What are you boys doing in here?"

"Nothing, Mom. Just talking."

"Hmm." She looked around suspiciously. "Well, you're awfully quiet for
people who are talking."

"Mom. Geez."

"Okay, okay. Dinner should be here in about 45 minutes." She looked over
the room one last time before she withdrew, leaving the door open.

*****

After dinner, the boys swam and then played video games. Around 11,
Mrs. Beck knocked on Drew's door.

"Games off, boys," she said. It was the same curfew every weekend.

"Aww, Mom," Drew said, as if his complaint could make her change her mind
this time. "Please?"

She shook her head. "You can watch TV, but don't stay up too late."

"Ugh. Fine," Drew huffed.

Drew turned off the PS3 and switched the TV over to HBO, where a repeat of
Game of Thrones was playing.

"I'm jealous that your parents let you watch this," Nico said. "My parents
say it's too violent."

"Plus the nudity," Matt added.

Nico shook his head. "They don't have as much of a problem with that as
with the violence."

"How European," Drew joked.

Nico laughed. "My grandparents ARE from there."

Drew grabbed the box containing the air mattress and opened it. Nico and
Matt each took an end of mattress and unfolded it.

"Doesn't your dad usually set this up?" Matt placed his side of the
mattress on the floor and attached the pump.

"Yeah." Drew raised his voice to be heard over the whir of the pump. "He
had to go to Fort Myers for work, but he'll be back tomorrow."

After the mattress was filled, the boys threw a sheet over it and sat down
to watch the show. Matt and Drew wore t-shirts and boxers; Nico had
switched to pajamas after Mr. Beck pointed out one night that he was
hanging out of his boxers. Nico had been incredibly
embarrassed. Fortunately, Mr. Beck had been cool about it; unfortunately,
Mrs. Beck had said good night about 15 minutes earlier, and Nico had no
idea what she might have seen.

Nico had seen a few episodes of Game of Thrones with Drew, and he had heard
a lot about it, but he was still a little surprised when two of the
characters stripped down in a frozen cave. As soon as the woman's breasts
were revealed, he started to get hard, and when the man buried his face in
her crotch and made her moan, he got harder. His chubby dick now rested on
his left thigh, and his cock head created a small tent. Nico shifted on the
bed and glanced sideways at Drew and Matt.

Matt sat with his legs up to his chest in order to conceal his hardening
cock. He had jacked off with Gary before, but he had never seen Drew or
Nico hard. He was comfortable with where the night was headed, which is why
he had offered his iPad, but he didn't want to make the first move.

Drew followed Matt's lead; he sat cross-legged with his hands in his lap to
conceal whatever response he was having to the sex on the screen. He and
Nico had jacked together many times, but the presence of a new figure made
him hesitant.

Since Matt was being modest, Nico decided to do the same; he wasn't
comfortable being the instigator. He tried to conceal his hardening cock by
moving it from the top of his leg down to his inner thigh, but as soon as
he let go, it bounced back up and tented the cotton. Nico again adjusted
himself down. He closed his legs, hoping that the pressure of his right
thigh against his left would hold his dick in place. He succeeded only in
making himself more aroused, which made it impossible for him to rest his
dick against his thigh at all; his cock-tent arched upward and to the left.

Nico let out a frustrated sigh. If only Gary had come; he had messed around
with all of them and wouldn't have hesitated to say, "Who else is hard?"

Drew and Matt started laughing. Nico's exasperated sigh had caught their
attention. The ice was broken.

"What's so funny?"

"You trying to hide that thing is hilarious." Matt smirked.

"I wouldn't have to if you guys weren't hiding yours."

Matt brought his legs down; a small wet spot showed on his boxers where his
cockhead poked against them. "Who's hiding?"

Nico grinned. "Well, not NOW."

Drew laughed. "Looks like we all enjoyed the scene." He removed his hands
from his lap, revealing his tented boxers.

"So..." Nico trailed off.

"Do you think your mom's asleep by now?" Matt asked.

"Probably. Lemme check." Drew crawled to the bottom of the bed and went to
the door. He cracked it and put his eye and then his ear to the opening. "I
don't hear anything, and it looks like all the lights are off," he said
over his shoulder. He stepped over Matt to get back into bed. His hard cock
jutted out from his body.

Matt reached for his bag and pulled out his iPad. He flashed a wicked smile
at Drew. "What's the wireless password?"

While Matt typed in the address for one of the sites that he and Gary had
used before, Drew and Nico took off their clothes. Drew's cock had grown in
the past year and a half, and he and Gary were now about the same
size. Gary was still taller, but his dick hadn't gained much size. Drew's
pubes had also filled in nicely.

Nico's dick rose up over his stomach, stretching towards his chest. He ran
the tips of his fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He had gained
over an inch in length since the first time he had measured. His oversized
dick was a source of both pride and embarrassment for him. He was
uncomfortable when someone made a big deal about his size or called him
Horse in public, but when he was alone with his friends, it was
different. He truly enjoyed their attention.

The first time Nico had jacked off with Drew, he had been unsure and
uncomfortable, but he had enjoyed it. When Gary came into the picture, he
had also hesitated, but Gary's reaction to his size when they compared had
been exhilarating. More than a year later, Gary and Drew still reacted with
awe when they saw his hard cock, and a thrill ran up Nico's spine every
time. He was eager to see Matt's reaction.

After the page loaded, Matt was about to hand the iPad to Drew, but stopped
abruptly when he saw Nico's naked, body. Nico watched as looks of respect
and admiration passed across Matt's face, and his rigid, Italian prick
trembled in response. Matt didn't need to say how impressed he was; his
gaping mouth and unwavering gaze said enough.

But that didn't stop Matt from saying something. "Holy fuck, Nico. Are you
fucking kidding me?"

Nico grinned; it was the reaction he had expected, and he wanted to hear
more. "What? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"Yeah, I know, I guess, but it's one thing soft."

"That made zero sense." Nico laughed. Matt's inability to express himself
made his teenage dick even harder.

"You know what I mean."

"You mean that you didn't think he would be THAT big." Drew beamed at Nico
and inclined his head towards Nico's dick. "There's a reason the Horse
nickname stuck."

Matt shook his head in disbelief. "No shit. How big are you anyway?"

Nico lifted his cock from his stomach. "This big." He gave Drew and Gary
the same response when they asked about inches--he feared that knowing an
actual number might diminish their awe.

Matt laughed. "Fair enough."

Drew waved the iPad screen in Matt's face. "If you're finished gawking, can
we get down to business?"

"Right." Matt raised his ass off the mattress and took off his underwear.

Nico had been wondering about Matt's size. Was he a show-er like Gary? Matt
had never been shy about walking around the locker-room naked, and that was
partly because his soft cock had a good hang to it. Or was he a show-er AND
a grow-er? He looked past Drew; Matt appeared to be slightly larger than
Drew.

Matt saw Nico looking at him. He lifted his dick as Nico had done to show
its size. "I'm not half-horse like you are, but it's nothing to be ashamed
of!" He waved his dick around.

Nico grinned and waved his dick in response. He liked Matt's confidence.

"How about this one?" Drew asked, bringing his friends' attention back to
the screen.

Matt and Nico moved closer to Drew, so that they could get a better look at
the video. The iPad screen offered better viewing than a phone screen, but
it wasn't as good as sitting around Gary's desk with an actual computer
monitor.

Drew's dick swelled and throbbed when he felt their bodies press against
his, and their warm breath touched his cheek. He reached between his legs
with his free hand and started stroking his dick.

Nico spit into his left hand and slid it up and down the length of his
swollen teencock. He rubbed his slick palm over his dick's wide, sensitive
head, and then brought his hand back down to his balls.

Matt used the first two fingers and thumb of his right hand to squeeze and
stroke the tip of his teenboy meat.

Drew, fully aware that his best friend's oversized teenage cock was less
than an inch away from his forearm, was holding the iPad in his left
hand. He flicked his eyes back and forth from the action on the screen to
Nico's engorged cock.

They had turned the sound down low, so that Mrs. Beck couldn't hear, but
Nico's ears picked up the constant moaning of the blonde woman in the
video. Her moans were as much a turn-on for him as the shots of the man
working his tongue in and out of her. A wave of pleasure swept over him,
and a clear glob of precum dropped from his cockhead onto Drew's arm.

The warm, sticky wetness startled Drew, and he jerked his arm, dropping the
iPad.

"What the hell?" Matt looked over at Drew, who was staring at his arm. Matt
raised his eyebrows when he saw the splotch of precum Nico had deposited on
Drew's arm.

"Sorry, Drew." Nico wiped his juice from Drew's arm.

"It's cool. Not like you meant to do it."

If Matt hadn't been there, Drew knew that Nico would have laughed it off
and kept on jerking with no apology. After all, it wasn't the first time
that Nico had dropped cum on him while they were jacking off, but they
couldn't be sure how Matt would react. He might be cool with it, but he
might also be disgusted by it.

Drew watched Nico wipe his fingers clean on his chest and wished, not for
the first time, that he had been able to use his tongue for cleanup.

"Gotta keep a safe distance from that thing, bro," Matt said and playfully
nudged Drew with his shoulder.

Drew grinned. Matt seemed to be cool with it. "That's kind of hard to do
when you guys are practically on top of me trying to see the fucking
screen."

Matt chuckled. "True, true. Maybe we should put it on your desk?"

"Good idea," Nico said.

The boys leaned the mattress against the wall and then gathered around the
desk. Nico moved the chair out of the way and took the middle spot. Drew
stood to his right, and Matt to his left. Matt propped up the iPad. Nico
looked at his neighbors and was glad to see that despite the distractions
no one had gone soft. He leaned down and pressed play. The added distance
between the boys and the iPad made it almost impossible to hear the movie's
audio; still they kept the volume low to be safe.

Matt hadn't come over expecting to watch porn and jack off with Drew and
Nico. He had done it with Gary before, but he was much closer to Gary than
to the others. He hadn't hung out with Drew much outside of school until a
few months ago when it had finally struck them both that their best friends
weren't going to high school with them. They began to hang out more often,
and he had spent the night at Drew's house several times without the
suggestion of anything like this happening.

But it was happening this time, and now that the initial awkwardness was
out of the way, he was enjoying himself. He licked his palm and reached for
his dick just as the man in the video slid into his co-star.

Nico held his left hand against his stomach and slipped his right hand up
and down his lengthy shaft. He thrust his pelvis up, leaned forward, and
dropped a mouthful of spit onto his dick. He would rather have used precum,
but he didn't ooze much, and he had lost a big wad of it to Drew's arm.

Drew had no problem keeping his own dick wet; a steady stream of precum
oozed from his piss slit, and he slid his hand easily and slowly along his
slick dick. He saw Nico wet his dick with spit and remembered their first
time together. If Matt weren't there, he would take Nico's dick in his hand
and use his own precum to oil his friend's long, fat pole.

Drew and Nico had helped each other to orgasm many times, but Drew didn't
know Matt's limits. His friends had different ideas about what was okay to
do together. When he was with Nico and Gary, for example, he knew that they
would likely end up stroking each other. Travis, on the other hand, didn't
like to see anyone else hard. He and Travis had jacked off together in the
same room a few times after talking about sex or watching something hot on
TV, but always with a barrier between them. When Travis was with them at
Gary's, they watched videos together until they were too horny to resist
the urge to jack off, and then they took turns in front of the
computer. Matt was obviously not as prudish as Travis, but was he as open
as Gary and Nico? Matt hadn't freaked out when Nico slicked Drew's arm with
precum, but his comment about not being "into hugging dudes" made Drew more
cautious than usual.

He was always cautious around his friends, anyway. He didn't want them to
know that when they were talking about the girls at school, he was thinking
about his teammates; he didn't want them to know that when they were
talking about how hot an actress was, he was thinking about the actor
across from her. And he certainly didn't want them to know that when they
were watching videos together, he longed to do so much more than jerk
off--that would be "gay." So he learned the right things to say about girls
at school, and he said them more loudly and more often than his friends. He
learned which actresses to say were "hot." And he learned how to fake
interest in the videos instead of in his friends.

Nico stood in front of the iPad, which made it easy for Drew to watch him
while pretending to watch the video. His hard cock rose at a 45-degree
angle from his body, slightly curved. Sometimes, he followed the natural
angle and ran his hand up the entire length of his spit-slick shaft. Other
times, he pulled his dick downward and focused only on his swollen glans.

Matt was trying to focus on the fucking in the video, but his view was
sporadically obstructed by Nico's wide cockhead. It would appear suddenly,
bursting into sight from his periphery, and then vanish when Nico changed
strokes.

The man in the video flipped his partner over and pulled her up onto her
knees. The camera panned around to show the man getting ready to enter her,
and Nico's cock again invaded Matt's vision. For a split-second, Matt
thought Nico's cock was the one in the video, but then it disappeared. Matt
turned from the video to look directly at Nico's hard dick. Whenever he
watched porn videos, he tried to imagine what it was like to be as big as
the guys in the videos. His dick was average and, he hoped, still
growing. It had been enough for the two girls he'd had sex with, but what
would it be like to fuck with a truly big dick? It struck him that Nico
would know that feeling, that Nico could be the guy in the video. Nico's
sticky cockhead reappeared, massaged and squeezed by his fingers.

Drew drank in the view of Nico's fast-moving fingers and fantasized being
on his knees in front of him. He had never sucked a dick before, but he
wanted to, and he wanted to start with Nico. He knew that he wouldn't be
able to take much of his friend--he had practiced with a banana once and
gagged as soon as it touched the back of his throat. Still, if he could
just wrap his lips around his friend's cockhead, touch the tip with his
tongue, it would be enough. Drew closed his eyes and listened. Nico's hand
on his wet cock. Ragged breathing. A quiet moan. He knew the signs; Nico
was getting close. Drew imagined Nico's teencum filling his mouth and
sliding down his throat, and then he couldn't hold back.

Drew stumbled to the desk. A red flush spread across his chest; pleasure
radiated from his tingling cockhead. He let out a low groan and came. His
first two shots of cum flew across the desk, nearly hitting the wall on the
opposite side. The next ropes burst out with less force. He took a deep
breath and released his softening dick; the remainder of his jism trickled
onto his desk.

"Holy shit!" Matt stopped in mid-stroke.

Nico chuckled at Matt's reaction. He had felt the force of Drew's explosion
on his stomach and arms on a few occasions. He was kind of jealous of
Drew's ability.

Drew turned to Matt and grinned. His cock wasn't as big as Nico's, but he
almost always came more and shot further than anyone else.

Nico spit on his cock again. Matt licked his hand and returned to
stroking. Both boys pulled hard on their dicks and increased the speed of
their strokes.

The man in the video pulled out of his partner and stood over her, wanking
in her face

Matt imagined it was his cock about to unload on the woman's face. He held
his dick up against his flat stomach, pulling on his balls with his right
hand and squeezing his glans with his left. Pressure built at the base of
his jock shaft. He shuddered and let out a quiet moan.

Nico heard Matt breathing quickly and looked to his left. He enjoyed
watching people cum. It didn't matter whether it was a man or a woman, a
friend or someone in a video; their sounds and facial expressions were a
major turn on for him. And watching a man cum, especially if he were a
shooter like Drew, was especially exciting.

While he watched Matt building to orgasm, Nico massaged his sizable
cockhead. He pulled down on his shaft and pressed the fingers of his left
hand into the pubic bone at the base of his meaty fuckpole; a wave of
pleasure flowed through his body.

Matt stroked harder, wanting to cum at the same time as the man in the
video. And then out of the corner of his eye, Nico's cockhead, swollen and
shiny, came into focus, obstructing his view of the action. Matt tried to
hold back--he wanted to see the woman's face when the man unloaded on
her--but he couldn't. His legs shook; he arched forward and released one
thick stream of teenage spooge onto his stomach, almost to his chest. The
rest of his load streamed from his piss slit and ran down his shaft into
his dark pubes.

When Nico saw Matt's cum leap from his cock onto his smooth stomach, he let
out a loud grunt and closed his eyes. Pressure built behind his cockhead,
bringing with it the familiar, tingling sensation of orgasm. He flexed his
stomach and gritted his teeth. The nerves in the tip of his dick exploded;
he rose on his tiptoes and tensed his muscles, he pressed harder against
the root of his cock. Pleasure washed over him. His creamy, Italian jizz
dropped with audible splats onto the desk in front of the iPad.

Nico opened his eyes and looked down at his rapidly softening cock and the
load he had deposited on Drew's desk. It was an average sized load,
definitely not as big as Drew's. He gripped the base of his semi-hard dick
and squeezed along the shaft, milking out any remnants of cum. When he
reached the end of his shaft, he flicked his dickhead downward; a blob of
cum landed on Matt's iPad.

"Oh shit, man," Nico said, dropping his cock and wiping his hand on his
thigh. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Good thing you have a screen protector," Drew said.

"Good thing my mom made me put it on before I left the house!" Matt
laughed. He was surprised to find he didn't feel the need to get dressed
immediately. He usually felt awkward and embarrassed for a few minutes
after the horniness passed, but not this time. He didn't know if it was
because Nico and Drew were so completely comfortable with each other, or if
it was because he had been immediately distracted by Nico flicking a glob
of jizz on his iPad.

"You should be more careful where you aim that thing." Drew teased Nico.

"You're one to talk!" Nico pointed at the ropes of sperm Drew had produced.

"Yeah, I AIMED away from the device." Drew gestured emphatically and
accidentally bumped the desk, causing the iPad to fall over.

"Fuck." Drew fumbled to pick up the iPad, discreetly dragging his fingers
through the puddle of Nico's cum. He propped up the iPad and said, "I guess
I should get us something to clean up with." He made sure that the rest of
the house was still dark and then hurried to his bathroom.

Drew stood at the sink and looked at his right hand; some of Nico's cum
clung to the tips of his first two fingers. He took a deep breath and
smiled at his himself in the mirror; red spots still colored his
cheeks. His heart was racing. He closed his eyes and licked his fingers
clean. The salty, slightly sweet taste of Nico's juice filled Drew's mouth;
a faint metallic aftertaste followed. He had managed to sneak tastes of cum
before--from both Nico and Gary--and he loved to feel the stickiness on his
tongue, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel Nico cum inside his mouth; he
wanted to taste the full load. His was getting hard.

He took the toilet paper from the holder and headed back to his bedroom. He
didn't dare use washcloths, because he didn't want his mom to see the mess;
toilet paper was better than paper towels from the kitchen, because they
could flush the evidence and return the roll to the bathroom.

Nico and Matt were standing close to each other looking at the iPad. Drew
stopped to admire Nico's developing v-shape, the way his upper body
narrowed at his waist. He gazed at the curve of his friends' asses,
muscular and firm from daily workouts. His dick was now completely hard. He
hoped that they were watching a new video and were as hard as he was. He
looked over their shoulders; the iPad screen was streaked where Nico had
wiped away his cum, but they weren't watching porn, and their dicks were
hanging soft.

Matt turned around. "Whoa, looks like someone's ready to go again."

Nico laughed. "Drew's always the first to recharge, I think."

"I can't help it that you're a one and done, Horse Boy." They laughed.

Drew wrapped some paper around his hand, handed the roll to Matt, and
started to clean his desk. His warm stickiness quickly turned the tissue
into a wet, sloppy mess.

Matt wiped the streaks from his iPad and put it aside. Then, he spit into
his hand and rubbed it on his stomach and in his pubes, where his cum had
begun to dry. He wiped himself clean.

Nico looked to his right--a collection of sperm-soaked paper meringues
dotted the surface of the desk. He was again impressed and envious of his
friend's ability to produce and deliver semen. He tore off some sheets of
paper and handed the roll back to Drew.

After he cleaned his mess, Nico wrapped a thick layer of toilet paper
around his hand. He picked up his and Drew's spermy wads; Matt added to the
pile.

"I'll go flush these. I gotta piss, anyway."

Nico dropped the paper cumballs into the toilet and flushed, adding more as
they disappeared down the drain. He gripped his soft, fleshy cock and
released a stream of pale yellow piss into the blue water.

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