Date: Wed, 10 Dec 2003 20:54:56 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: colin 2

This is the next installment of the Mr. A and His Boys series. It's kind of
short, but I felt that I needed to get it done and out there. I hope you
like it. I won't be able to spend much time writing for the next several
days. I have a lot of grading and test writing to do for the upcoming
semester exams. Like I said in the last one, though, Winter Break is coming
up, and I can use those two weeks (hopefully) to get ahead. Unfortunately,
I don't get paid for this, so I gotta keep working my real job. :) Comments
and suggestions welcome, as always.

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

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"Oh fuck," I thought. We both froze. Colin's hands gripped my head tightly;
his rigid teencock was halfway in my mouth. We didn't move, afraid that any
sound would attract the attention of whoever had just walked in. If it were
the custodian, there wouldn't be a problem unless he had heard Colin's loud
moan and decided to come and check on the noise. If he hadn't heard Colin,
then he would get the trash and leave. He didn't have a key to my office,
so I had no reason to expect him to come back there. If it were someone
looking for me--be it Paden, the principal, a parent, or anyone else--then
we were in trouble, as they would certainly come back to the
office. Through the narrow rectangular window in the office door, they
would see me, naked and hard, on my knees in front of my nearly 15-year-old
student with his hard 5" dick in my mouth and two fingers in his ass.

I didn't move my fingers or my mouth, afraid that any movement would elicit
more noise from Colin. I felt his ass tensing and relaxing around my
fingers, his dick remained hard and throbbing in my mouth. If nothing else,
the sudden noise had stayed his orgasm for a few more minutes. With his
dick in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was looking down at me, a scared
look in his eyes. After what seemed like an hour, but which was certainly
no more than five minutes, I heard the door open again. It must have been
the janitor.

Removing my mouth from Colin's dick, I motioned with my free hand for him
to keep quiet. I remained on my knees, my face right in front of Colin's
very swollen and red teencock. The boy was ready to unload. We listened for
any more sound coming from the classroom; there was none. I never removed
my fingers from Colin's ass, instead allowing the delay to give his hole
time to relax and stretch around them.

Satisfied that no one was in the classroom any longer, I pushed my fingers
deeper in, hitting his prostate from the inside for the first time. He let
out a loud, low groan, and precum oozed from his swollen cock head. I stuck
out my tongue and lapped it up, taking his hard dick back into my mouth. I
knew that it wouldn't be long. I rubbed my index and middle fingers over
his prostate, teasing it the same way I would tease a chick's clit and
g-spot, while sucking hard on his engorged cock. Colin whimpered
now. "Abs," he moaned. I sucked harder, feeling his balls tighten up
against my chin.

Normally, I would pull off and finish him with my hands, shooting his load
on my chest, but instead, I kept sucking. I wanted to taste my boy; I
wanted to taste Colin. He was thrusting his hips now, pushing his ass back
and down on my invading fingers, shoving his hard dick into my mouth. "I'm
gonna..." he whimpered, then let out a strangled groan.

His cock throbbed in my mouth, swelling larger than before, and the first
spurt of his sweet, teen cum erupted from his cock, hitting the roof of my
mouth. I slid his cock out from between my lips, keeping just the head
inside. Several more shots of cum rocketed from his cock, filling my mouth
with his high school boy load. I moaned, gulping it down, for the first
time really enjoying the taste of another man's cum. Colin was groaning,
his legs trembling; he held on to my head for support as his teen balls
unloaded their cream into my waiting mouth.

He finished cumming, and I took his dick from my mouth, cleaning the
remaining cum from the tip. He whimpered as I ran my rough tongue up and
down his cock shaft again, swirling it around his extra-sensitive,
post-orgasm cockhead. He was breathing hard; his cock was still hard, and I
was hard again.

I pulled my fingers from his ass and stood up, facing him.

"That was so hot, Abs," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yeah, it was Colin," I replied, looking in his eyes. After a pause, I
said, "It could be even hotter." I wrapped him in my arms and pulled him to
me, our hard dicks pressed together, mine already slick with precum. I
hugged him tight, grinding my dick against his, up against his stomach. I
bent my head down and kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips and
into his mouth, our lips locked together. He moaned; I nibbled on his lip.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean that we're both still hard," I answered, pushing my hard-on tightly
against him, "and there's still something we could do."

He blushed, and turned his head. "I dunno," he mumbled. "Won't it hurt? I
mean...you're big."

I lifted his head so that he was looking at me again. "Do you trust me,
baby?" He wanted to try it, I could tell, but he was afraid. "You know I
won't make you do something that you don't want to do."

I placed my hand on the back of his head, and he rested it on my chest. "I
do want to," he said, trailing off. I kissed him again.

"Then let's do it," I said.

Precum dripped down the hard, swollen shaft of my fat dick. I ran my hands
over his back and arms again, feeling his body, soft on top but hard
underneath. I slid my hands over the round globes of his buttocks and
pulled them apart. I brought my right hand up to his mouth; he obediently
opened, sucking my fingers in. He swirled his tongue around my fingers,
just as he had done with my dick earlier, coating them with spit.

I slipped my fingers into the crack of his ass, searching for his hole. I
teased his hole again, inserting first one, then two fingers. He grunted,
leaning hard against me. He was still slightly loose from the fingering I
had given him during the blowjob, so it was easy to get two in him. I
fingered his hole several times, allowing the muscle time to expand around
my fingers, and then I inserted the third. He yelped, burying his face in
my chest and biting on my pec. His hole clamped down tightly on my fingers,
and I gave it a chance to stop spasming before I started to slowly finger
him again. His breaths were short and shallow, he was grabbing onto me for
support. His dick was still hard, and he didn't ask me to stop, so I
continued fingering him.

He breathed hard against my chest, holding on to me tightly. Gently, I
removed my fingers from his ass. He exhaled loudly. I kissed him again,
running my hands up and down his back; my hard dick continued to throb
against his stomach, which was slick with my precum. I grabbed his ass,
cupping each smooth cheek in my hands. Holding on to his ass tightly, I
lifted him. Colin wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my
waist; my dick slid down his body, between his thighs, and came to rest
between his ass cheeks. My hands still on his ass, I squeezed his muscular
butt around my fat cock, wrapping my meat in his buns.

I started thrusting, sliding my dick back and forth between his ass cheeks,
slicking him up with my precum. My dick throbbed, a swollen mass of flesh
pressed against his ass smooth, virgin ass. I looked him in the eyes; he
brought his mouth down to meet mine in another kiss. "I'm gonna fuck you,
baby," I moaned. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

He whimpered in response; he was still afraid, but he was going to let me
do it. My swollen cockhead was pressed against his sphincter, throbbing. I
thrust my hips, pushing my dick harder against his hole; he grabbed me
tightly, sucking in his breath sharply.  "Relax, Colin," I said. "You gotta
relax." I pushed forward again. "Open up for me," I growled into his
ear. He breathed in sharply, and then held his breath. His hole was
opening, slowly taking me in. The head popped in; I swore that I actually
heard a pop when my fat cockhead breached his ass for the first time. I let
out a low groan, his tight ass clamping down hard around me; Colin
whimpered, burying his face in my neck. I kissed his shoulder and
cheek. "Shh, baby," I said. "I got you."

We stayed like that for several minutes, Colin breathing hard into my neck,
my cockhead resting just inside the tight muscle of his broken cherry, me
kissing and whispering in his ear. I slowly pulled him down further onto my
dick. One inch, then two. His breathing got faster. Three inches, I
stopped, giving Colin's ass a chance to adjust to my size. His ass spasmed
continuously on my dick, squeezing and releasing my rod. I pushed in some
more, my fat cockhead rubbing against his prostate for the first
time. Colin let out a long, low groan, arching his body backwards. I held
him there, my cockhead throbbing against his prostate. I rotated my hips,
screwing myself into him, causing my dick to slide back and forth across
his g-spot over and over. Colin whimpered, his cock leaking all over my
stomach. I stared into his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth parted
slightly. His face contorted, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Each time my
dick slid against his prostate, he moaned in pleasure; each time I slid
out, his face twisted into a mask of pain.

I tried to push in deeper, wanting to feed every inch of my thick cock into
his virgin ass.  He screamed. "Stop, please," he whimpered, nearly
crying. "I can't..." My dick throbbed, buried halfway inside him.

"Okay, beautiful," I said, kissing his lips. "That's all." I knelt down
slowly now, his legs still wrapped around me, my hands still holding his
ass. I laid him down on the floor, his legs spread open in front of me. I
looked down, my dick buried halfway inside his ass, his hole stretched wide
around me. I started to fuck him, lifting his hips off the ground, putting
his ass in my lap. I watched his face again, getting more and more turned
on by the change from pain to pleasure each time I slid out of his tight
hole and back in, tagging his g-spot. His dick never went soft. I fought
the urge to go deep inside him, instead fucking him with short, fast
strokes of my thick dick.

His hole gaped around my cock, stretching wide to accommodate me. I leaned
over him, laying my body across his, and started fucking him faster. His
cock throbbed against my abs; my cock throbbed against his prostate. I
thrust into him again and again, opening his ass further each time. He
moaned continuously now, his eyes closed and his head tilted back on the
tile. I looked down between our bodies, watching the way my dick forced his
hole open. Short fast strokes, jabbing my dick against his prostate each
time, determined to fuck the cum out of his high school jock balls.

Colin grabbed me again, wrapping his arms and legs around my body. I fucked
him harder, now, but the first time I tried to go deeper, he screamed. I
covered his mouth with my hand, afraid that someone would hear him, but
continued thrusting against him, slamming my cock into his busted
cherry. He moaned loudly against my palm. His ass was twitching, convulsing
around my thick shaft. His breathing got faster; he writhed beneath me,
thrusting his hips up and against me even more. My boy was about to cum. I
stopped thrusting, instead holding my dick where it was, and I began to
grind into him, forcing my cockhead to rub repeatedly against his
g-spot. Colin thrust his hips up against me one last time, his ass clenched
tightly around my massive pole, and then he unloaded, his sticky load
spraying from his cock and landing on his chest and stomach, some of it
also getting on my stomach.

I pulled out of Colin's ass, and kneeling between his legs, I stroked my
dick hard and fast.  His ass still gaped open. Colin raised himself up on
his elbows, watching me stroke. He reached between his legs and touched his
well-fucked ass. He winced when his fingers encountered the raw hole. His
eyes locked on my dick. My balls tightened, my dick swelled in my hand. I
aimed my cock at him, my piss slit opened, and the first thick, white rope
of jizz shot from my cock, landing with a loud <splat> on Colin's
chest. The next two shots hit him in the face, followed my several more on
his neck, chest, and stomach. Puddles of my cum formed on his smooth, jock
muscle body.

I finished unloading and looked down into his face, admiring my
handiwork. He looked up at me, and smiled widely. I smiled back. I leaned
down and kissed him.

"Wow," he said. "That was tight."

I laughed. "Yes, it was, but not anymore," I replied playfully.

"Not that kind of tight!" he said, laughing. "I mean it felt good."

"Yeah, for me, too. Toldja that I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Colin blushed. "I know, but...I was scared. Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"For listening to me."

"Don't wanna hurt you, baby," I said, "just make you feel good."

"Well you definitely did that!" he said enthusiastically.

I laughed. "I can tell."

"Was it good for you, too?" he asked shyly. "I'm sorry I couldn't take it
all..." he trailed off.

"I think you know the answer to that, Colin," I said. "And we can work on
getting you to be able to take it all." He smiled broadly. I realized after
I said it that I had essentially promised him that we would get together
again. Had I finally listened to that voice in my head and given in?
Accepted what was happening?

"How do you feel?" I asked, with a glance between his legs.

"A little sore," he replied, "but I liked it." He blushed.

"Good. I think that you'll be okay," I said, glad that he wasn't in immense
pain. I grabbed my t-shirt and used it to clean the cum from his body. I
stood up, my now soft cock dangling over my loose sac. I reached down and
took Colin's hand, helping him to his feet. We stood face to face again. I
stared into his hazel eyes, admiring his features again.

"Still jealous of Paden?" I asked. "This time you were first."

Colin laughed. "Thanks, Abs. I'm glad I was first." I pulled him back into
an embrace.

We stood there silently, our sweaty, sticky bodies pressed
together. Colin's head rested on my chest, tucked under my chin. He kissed
my chest several times. Then his cell phone rang.

"Oh crap," he said. "What time is it?" He bent down and dug through his
clothes to find his phone, finding it before I could answer his
question. "Hello?" he said. "Paden, hi.  'Sup? I'm in Abs' office. Okay,
thanks, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone. I looked at him
questioningly. "That was Paden. My mom's here to pick me up from practice,
except, you know, I wasn't there, so Paden called me. He didn't tell her
that I wasn't at practice, thank God. She'd freak."

"Well you better go, then," I said. "We don't need your mom getting mad at
me again."  She had already questioned Colin as to whether or not I was a
good teacher, insinuating that I was too lax with my students. Since then,
I had made every effort to be as professional with her as possible. Colin
was already pulling his clothes back on; I followed suit.

"Yeah, I know," he laughed. "She's so weird sometimes." Once he was fully
dressed, I gave him the once over, making sure that he didn't have any
stray traces of sex on him.  His hair was slightly mussed, and his face was
flushed, but otherwise he looked fine.  "How do I look?" he asked.

"Like a teenager coming back from soccer practice," I said with a
wink. "And if she asks why you're walking funny, tell her that you hurt
yourself in practice." I joked.

Colin laughed, and turned to the door. "I hope I'm not walking funny!"

"Like I said, you hurt yourself in practice," I called to him as he walked
away. Several minutes later, I gathered my things together and also left.

At home that night, after some time to think about what had happened, panic
struck.  What if someone had heard or seen us without us knowing? Neither
of us was in a position where we would notice such a thing. What if Colin
was in significant pain after the adrenaline wore off? How would he explain
that to his mom? Would it sound plausible? And would Colin tell Paden about
what happened, or would Paden guess?  How would Paden react?

Deep down, I felt like I had done something that I shouldn't have, but at
the same time I had really enjoyed it, and so had Colin. He had come to me,
after all. With that in mind, and the memory of his tight, virgin ass
splayed open around my beercan thick cock, I went to bed.

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So what'd you think? I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to contact me, e-mail:
grossoitaliano@hotmail.com; AIM: grossoitaliano.