Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 23:15:49 -0500
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr. a and his boys: james

This is the next installment of the Mr. A and His Boys series (finally!). I
have many more experiences in mind to share, so I plan to continue. Sorry
that it took so long to get this one out, but I've been rather busy this
past week. This is another story that builds up to the really good stuff at
the end, so stick with it, please. I think that you'll enjoy the sex once
we get there. There's a scene of almost sex between a man and woman about a
third of the way through, but it's only a few paragraphs; I've set it apart
with *****, so when you encounter those, skip down if you don't want to
read that part. Enjoy!

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. 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.)

******************* The drive from Daytona to Orlando isn't a very long
one, but it did give me a couple of hours to think about how things had
changed over the past week. I had given in to these desires, which were
first awakened in me when I saw Paden and Colin on the first day of school
months ago. I realized that I needed to get my feelings under control; it
was too dangerous otherwise. After seeing Colin on the beach, though, I
also knew that it was easier said than done.

The delegation from my school met up around noon and went to lunch together
before heading to the hotel to begin the tedious process of check-in and
registration for the competition. By 3 o'clock, everyone was in their rooms
and settled down. The contest organizers had tried their best to keep each
floor of the hotel single sex, so that there was no danger of boys and
girls having adjoining rooms. What this meant for chaperones, however, was
that a male chaperone might end up being in charge of a few guys who were
not from his school, if that other school only had a female sponsor. I was
lucky that I only had one extra charge and his room happened to adjoin
mine. My students were in the five rooms to the right of my own and this
other student, James, was to the left. I had spoken to the other
chaperones, and some of them had six or seven students beyond their own,
and they were spread up and down the hall. Good luck for me.

The first day was pretty uneventful, with not much to do besides check in
and get settled.  There was an opening assembly that night, after which
we'd meet with our delegations, and then it would be curfew.

After making sure my own students were settled in their rooms and aware of
the schedule for the rest of the day, I knocked on James' door to introduce
myself, but there was no answer. I then set out to meet with my colleague,
Cathy, to figure out what exactly was happening over the next few
days. Cathy was a year older than I, and we were among the youngest
teachers at our school, which is probably why we got along so well. I
headed to the girls' floor beneath us.

I found Cathy in her room, as expected, but joined by several other
teachers, including a rather attractive woman with auburn hair. Cathy, the
auburn-haired woman, and I were the youngest there, and the only young
sponsors that I had seen wandering around (later, I would meet a couple of
other guys near my age, but no other young women). I was introduced to the
other teachers in the room, including the attractive woman whose name I
learned was Lauren and who had attended school with Cathy. I discovered
later that Cathy and her husband, who was a teacher at another school, had
been plotting to hook me up with Lauren to "see where things would go".

We all began talking about what would happen over the next few days, and
the women filled me in on what to expect. A couple of times, from the
corner of my eye I caught Lauren checking me out, and no doubt she caught
me doing the same to her. She was about 5'8" tall, 125 lbs, with (I must
say) nice, perky breasts. She was thin and athletic, I could tell from the
way she carried herself, and she had full, round lips. As the impromptu
meeting broke up, Cathy and I were left together with Lauren. We chatted
some more, this time about random topics and not about the competition.

Soon, Cathy's husband showed up to see if we were all ready for dinner. As
we were walking out the door, I said, "Perhaps I should go back up and see
if this random kid I'm in charge of is in. I feel like I should introduce
myself before I come by at midnight and tell him to get to bed."

"Who is it?" Lauren asked. I told her the boy's name. "Oh!" she responded
excitedly.  "He's one of my mine. The only boy I brought, actually, so he
even gets his own room."

"Only boy on a team of girls, huh?" I said. "He must like that!"

Lauren laughed. "Well, I don't know if he likes it for the same reason that
you're thinking." She winked at me, and I had a pretty good idea of what
she meant. "But don't worry about introducing yourself now. If we see him,
I'll point him out, otherwise I'll tell him at the assembly to be expecting
you at midnight." The four of us headed off to find something to eat.

The assembly was a tedious 2-hour affair, which ended up lasting 2.5 hours,
after which the kids had some more free time before curfew at midnight. At
the opening assembly, I quickly realized that while I might be safe from
any desire to hook up with my own students, there were plenty of other
students from around the state that caught my attention. I recognized some
as students from other high schools in my city, but some I had never seen
before. I was still in my first year teaching at the time, so this was my
first time at the state competition in Florida.

Competitions would begin the next day and continue through Saturday. The
awards ceremony would take place Sunday morning, after which we would leave
for home.  Lauren, Cathy, her husband, and I spent some more time together,
mostly sitting around and chatting. Lauren and I flirted shamelessly, and I
was a little disappointed that we probably wouldn't be able to do anything
more than flirt with one another on the trip.

Around 11:30, we all headed back to our rooms. I lay down on the bed and
flipped on the TV, more for background noise than because I was interested
in watching anything. I started to think about Lauren and wonder how I was
going to get her in bed before it was time for us to leave in three days. I
felt my dick begin to chub as the blood flowed into my cock from the
thoughts of tapping Lauren's ass. Then, I heard some noise in the hall, and
realized it was the other sponsors checking on their wards and telling them
it was lights out. I dragged myself from bed, tried to adjust myself to
make my semi-hard cock a little less obvious, and headed out.

I began at the end of the hall and worked my way back towards my room and
James' adjoining room. All of my students were already in their rooms,
although not quite ready for bed. I told them that I didn't care if they
stayed awake as long as they remained in their rooms, were quiet and didn't
disturb anyone, because if I got a call that one of them was out of his
room, there would be hell to pay. I didn't really expect any trouble from
them, and I figured that even if they did leave their rooms, most teachers
would be in bed right after lights out and they wouldn't get caught.

I came finally to James' room. A shout of "Just a sec" came from inside the
room, and shortly thereafter the lock on the door clicked. The hinges on
the door squeaked as it swung open and I saw James for the first time
framed in the doorway and obviously ready for bed; he was shirtless,
wearing only his boxers

James was beautiful. There was no other way to describe the 17-year-old
high school junior standing in front of me. He was not cute; he was not
hot; he was beautiful. His hair was dark blond and surrounded his head in a
halo of curls. His eyes were glacial grey.  His cheeks were kind of rosy,
as though he had a permanent blush, and his lips were pouty and full. He
stood about 5'8" and had a thin, lithe swimmer's build; toned but not
muscular. He had an obvious six-pack, although he wasn't ripped. He was
smooth all over. I drank in the sight of him quickly and held out my hand.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Mr. Abbondanti. I'm gonna be responsible for you for the
next couple of days. I'm right next door if you need anything." James
smiled broadly, revealing a dual row of perfect, straight white teeth. He
shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. A.," he said, his eyes traveling quickly up and down
my body.  "I've heard about you."

I cocked my head, returning his smile, and asked, "Oh yeah? What'd you
hear?"

"Well, all your students said that you're really cool, a nice guy, and the
girls all said that you were really hot. They all seem to like you a lot."
He winked at me.

His response to my question was a little more forward than I had
anticipated from someone I had met just seconds earlier, but I laughed off
his comment and said, "I'm glad to hear that they like me. It's nice to
feel appreciated." I was certain at this point that I hadn't misinterpreted
what Lauren said before about James enjoying being the only boy among a
bunch of girls for a different reason than I would have at his age. He did
not even attempt to hide the fact that he was checking me out. I suddenly
felt very uncomfortable, and my eyes roved quickly over his body
again. "Like I said, if you need anything, I'm right next door. Don't
hesitate to contact me." We shook hands again and I returned to my room,
locking the door behind me.

I stripped down to my boxerbriefs and jumped into bed. My hand traveled
absently down to my crotch and I began to think about all the people I had
met that day. My primary focus now was on Lauren and James, certainly the
two hottest I had seen, but there were several others who floated through
my mind. I felt my dick begin to harden in my shorts, and I realized that
for the first time in nearly week, I had gone almost a full day without a
blowjob or some pussy to fuck. I slipped my hand into my boxerbriefs and
squeezed my dick several times, pulling down on it. I cupped my balls,
tugging on them a little as my dick continued to lengthen and fatten. I
wondered briefly whether or not I should continue and finish the job; I
was, after all, almost completely hard by now anyway. But I fought the
urge, deciding that I would let my load build. It would be much more fun
and a nice surprise for the next person I fucked. I went to sleep wondering
if it would be possible (and safe) for me to get lucky on this trip.

The next morning I woke up with the usual morning wood and lay in bed for a
few minutes thinking about everything that I had to do that day. As I lay
there, I heard the sound of a door handle being moved. I got up and walked
to the door, but saw no one through the peephole. The sound continued, and
I realized it was the door that connected my room to James'. I walked over
to the door and unlocked it from my side. My morning wood had gone down,
but my boxerbriefs (the only clothes I was wearing) still bulged heavily. I
opened the door, and James was standing there, wearing only his boxers and
a grin.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not sure whether to be annoyed or not.

"I was gonna surprise you!" he responded, his eyes traveling up and down my
body, pausing at my crotch.

"Not cool, James," I said. "What if I had been naked in here or had a
visitor and the door was unlocked."

"But I'm so bored," James replied. "Most people think it'd be cool not to
have a roommate, but it's boring, and my room connects to a teacher's room,
so I can't have any after hours fun by sneaking into my neighbor's room and
hanging out. At least if I had a roommate, I could at least have someone to
talk to after lights out when I can't sleep."

I did feel a little sorry for him, as it was clear that James needed
constant entertainment and was used to being the center of attention, but
there was really nothing I could do except say, "I'm sorry, that does
suck. How about this: I know that my students will probably be up late
talking and playing cards. If you want to hang out with them and then sneak
back into your room later, I'll look the other way." I knew that he and
some of my students knew each other from previous years, so it wouldn't be
a big deal for them all to hang out together. His grin grew broader and his
eyes lit up. I couldn't believe that I was actually encouraging him to
break the rules, but I knew that if I were stuck in a room by myself that
connected to a teacher's room on a trip in high school, I'd go crazy.

"Thanks, Mr. A.," he said. "You are pretty cool."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "that's what the kids tell me. Now I gotta take a
shower." I shut the door.

That night, I had dinner with Cathy, her husband, and Lauren again. Lauren
and I were getting along very well, and I enjoyed talking with her and
spending time with her. She was also nice to look at, and the thought of
getting her in bed crossed my mind more than once. I wasn't sure what the
policies on that were, or what kind of ethical violations might be
involved, if there were any, but I realized at that point that I didn't
really care. If there was an opportunity to fuck her, I was going to take
it.

As midnight approached, I suggested to Lauren that she do her room checks
and then come up to my room. She readily agreed, and my dick chubbed a
little at the night's prospects. When I checked James' room, he wasn't
there, but he was down the hall with some of my students. He again thanked
me, and I reiterated the point that he needed to make sure he didn't get
caught sneaking back into his room later that night.

*****

Shortly after midnight, there was a knock on my door. A quick check of the
peephole revealed to me that it was Lauren. I let her in, and we sat down
on the bed and started talking. After 45 minutes or so of idle chatter
during which we talked about our schools, our students, our pasts, I
scooted closer to her and laid my hand on hers. Our eyes met, and I pulled
her in for a kiss. We made out for several minutes, kissing and necking,
while our hands explored each other's bodies.

I opened the buttons on her shirt and slipped it off. I undid her bra and
proceeded to squeeze and grope her breasts while her hand made its way to
my crotch. I spread my legs, allowing her access to my basket. We were
kissing, and Lauren let out a gasp when she felt my cock--I wasn't even
fully hard yet. I used this break from kissing to stand up and remove my
shirt. Lauren stood up with me.

"You have an amazing body," she said, eyeing me.

"So do you," I responded, pulling her in for another kiss. Her hand again
quickly made its way to my crotch. She unzipped my pants, and my grey
boxerbriefs bulged out through the zipper, the tight cotton straining to
contain my cock.

"You really are Italian!" she said with a squeeze to my protruding cock
shaft. We kissed some more, Lauren continuing to fondle me through my
shorts. I unzipped her pants and slipped my hand down the front of her
pants and between her legs. I could feel that she was wet already, and I
eased two fingers into her pussy. I started fingering her, stimulating her
clit as she was squeezed my hard dick.

We were very much lost in the moment, kissing and fondling each other. I
bent my head and sucked on her nipples, bringing each to full hardness. Her
hand slid under the waistband of my shorts and she grasped my cock for the
first time, skin to skin. My thick fingers were working on her pussy,
rubbing her clit and sliding in between her wet lips.

I had dropped my pants at this point and stood there in only my
boxerbriefs, my hard Italian dick rising several inches above the
waistband. I fell to my knees in front of her. I reached for the waistband
and was going to pull them down when I heard a noise behind me. Lauren and
I both froze.

***** The door connecting my room to James' swung open; I had forgotten to
lock it that morning after speaking to James. James stood there, staring at
us.

I jumped up quickly, thinking that I could block Lauren and at least save
her the embarrassment of being seen topless by one of her students. I heard
Lauren say, "Oh shit."

James' eyes were wide, and he seemed to be genuinely
shocked. "Ms. Hennessy," he said, stuttering, "I'm so sorry. I didn't
realize. I saw the light on and thought Mr. A. was still awake and I just
wanted to say thanks to him, and oh crap." His voice trailed off.

"James, shut the door," I ordered him. James' eyes focused downwards when I
spoke to him, and it occurred to me that I was standing there in my
boxerbriefs with my fully hard dick pointing out the top.

"Yes sir," he stammered, and shut the door. I walked over it and locked it.

Lauren continued to mutter, "Shit, shit, shit." She reached for her top,
which lay on the bed, and began pulling it on behind me. I turned to face
her, and her face was bright red.  There looked to be tears in her eyes. My
rock hard dick was quickly deflating. I realized how very embarrassed she
was.

I reached for her, muttering meaningless things like, "It's okay, don't
worry about it," but she pulled away. She finished getting dressed, the
whole time muttering about how stupid it was to try it and what would the
parents say. I sat down on the bed.

"I really should go," she said.

"Do you have to? You haven't done anything wrong," I told her.

"I know, but...," she trailed off. "After that, I don't think that I could
do anything anyway."

"Alright," I said, following her to the door and letting her out. I flopped
down on the bed and let out a loud sigh. Blue balled. That hadn't happened
to me, well, ever as long as I could remember. I contemplated jacking off
that night, but again decided against it. I hadn't been nearly as
embarrassed nor felt as awkward as Lauren had, but I too was no longer in
the mood. Strangely, I wasn't really angry with James; it was an honest
mistake, I thought. I managed finally to get to sleep.

In my dreams that night, I was fucking Lauren with my 9.5" Italian cock,
but in the middle of fucking her, she changed into James. I didn't miss a
beat, but continued pounding away at the tight hole I was filling. Then
James turned into Sarah, who turned into Paden, who turned into Chase, who
turned into Colin. I could feel the orgasm building as I fucked Colin in my
dream, but I awoke with a start. My alarm was going off. My dick was
painfully hard and leaking copious amounts of precum. If I didn't unload
soon, I was gonna end up with a very messy wet dream, and what a waste of
sweet cum that would be.

I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom where I stripped down and
got in the shower. Exerting an amazing amount of will power, I resisted the
urge to jack off, but I had to avoid touching my dick entirely. My balls
felt heavier than normal, and I wondered whether it was actually a build-up
of cum adding weight or just my imagination. By the time I got out of the
shower, my erection was back under control, and I was able to get dressed
without any body parts sticking out where they weren't supposed to.

As I was getting ready to leave the room, I heard a knock on the adjoining
door. James again.

I opened the door. He looked very apologetic, staring down at the
floor. "Hey, James, what's up?" I greeted him with a smile.

"Um...I wanted to apologize for last night," he said.

"No problem, man," I said. "It happens. I've had roommates before, been
walked in on dozens of times. Of course, this is a little different, since
you're a high school student and she was your teacher, but still, no harm,
no foul. For me anyway. I think Ms. Hennessy was more upset than I was."

He was looking up at me now that he was sure I wasn't going to yell at
him. "Yeah, I'm really sorry. I hope she's okay."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," I responded, "but hopefully now you understand
why I told you about knocking first! You might see something you don't want
to see if you aren't careful.  Or something you do want to see." I winked
at him.

James blushed bright red. "Well, thanks for being so cool about letting me
out of my room, and...everything. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"No problem, James," I reiterated. "You should get to breakfast. Last day
of competition!" I shut the door between our rooms, and went out the main
door into the hall. It was indeed Saturday and the last team competitions
were taking place early that afternoon, after which we'd have free time in
the afternoon and nothing to do until the awards ceremony Sunday morning.

Lauren avoided me all day, and I hadn't seen James either. Bored in the
afternoon after competition, I decided to head down to the pool. I wore
more modest clothes than when I had lain out on the beach in Daytona,
thinking that it wouldn't look good for me as a chaperone on a high school
trip to hang out at the pool with my students wearing nothing but
Speedos. I had lain out for about an hour before I decided to dive in for a
swim. It was pretty hot that day and I welcomed the opportunity to cool
off. I had been in the pool for only a few minutes when I noticed Lauren
standing nearby. She waved at me, motioning for me to get out of the pool.

Not one to ignore a woman's request, I climbed out. Any attempts at modesty
were, of course, moot at this point. Climbing out of the pool, my wet
shorts now clung to my body, outlining the tube of my soft cock hanging
down my right leg. I pulled on the material, removing the clinging fabric
from my endowment, and I reached for a towel to dry off. Lauren's eyes
never left my body, and I could feel other pairs of eyes on me as
well. There were several students and other adults at the pool, too. I
ignored them, walking over to Lauren.

"What's up?" I said, approaching her.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

"Sure, let's go back to my room," I responded, "and I promise that I'll
lock the door this time." I laughed, but she didn't.

Once inside my room, I motioned for Lauren to sit down on the bed, then
turned and entered the bathroom. I stripped off my wet shorts and hung them
on the shower curtain rod. I toweled off walking out of the
bathroom. Lauren was sitting on the bed. She blushed and turned away when
she saw that I was naked. I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a
clean pair of boxerbriefs, which I put on, arranging my limp cock and
balls. Lauren was blushing bright red now.

"You don't have to look away," I said. "You've pretty much seen it all
before!"

"You have no modesty, do you?" she asked, sounding a little angry. "Last
night when James walked in, you took it all in stride, it didn't bother you
at all. Right now, with someone you've known only a couple of days, you're
walking around naked."

"Well, I see no reason to be modest, really. I mean, I have nothing to be
embarrassed about, and being naked isn't a weird thing for me. Besides, who
cares? I don't mind showing off my body."

She looked me up and down. "I suppose you got every reason to show off,"
she said.

I smiled, blushing a little. "Thanks," I said.

"Look," she began. "I wanted to apologize for taking off last night and
leaving you like that, but I obviously don't have the confidence that you
do. I was really embarrassed."

"I'm sorry, too," I said, "and I understand why you'd be embarrassed. I
don't know what I would have done if it had been one of my students. I
should have checked the door, but I didn't even think about it. And James
is really embarrassed, too. He didn't mean any harm. Sometimes things just
happen."

"I just wanted to make sure everything was cool with us," she said, "and
that you weren't angry at me for blue balling you last night. I was just
not in the mood anymore."

"I'm okay with it if you are," I said. "It's completely
understandable. He's your student, after all, and so it was much worse for
you. You gotta see him again after you leave!"

"Yeah, I'll get over it, though, and I'm sure he will, too." She stood up
to leave. I had by now pulled on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I walked her
to the door. "Okay," she said, "well, I'll probably see you tonight. Dinner
with Cathy again."

"Of course," I responded, opening the door. As she walked out, James walked
by. She turned away quickly, avoiding his eyes. His eyes met mine, and he
paused outside my door. Lauren was down the hall.

"Everything okay with Ms. Hennessy?" he asked.

"I think so," I responded. "She's just embarrassed. Doesn't really know how
to react, not that I blame her, but she needs time."

"Good," he said. "I'm glad everything's cool."

Curfew that night, I made my usual rounds. James was in his room this
time. I said hey and closed the door. I returned to my own room and
stripped down for bed. I still hadn't gotten off since Wednesday night with
Sarah. It was now Saturday night. I was beginning to feel it in my balls,
which seemed to me to sag more than usual. I had climbed into bed and
flipped on the TV when I heard a knock from James' room. I got up to answer
it.

I opened the door and there stood James, again wearing nothing but his
boxers and a smile.

"I knocked this time!" he said jokingly.

"Good job. Too bad you weren't so good about that last night when I needed
you to," I replied with a smirk. His smile grew broader.

"Listen," he said, "I have a confession."

"What's that?"

"Well, last night wasn't an accident." I looked at him questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you invite Ms. Hennessy to your room, so I knew she was in
there. When I got back, I heard some noise and saw the light was on
still. I didn't hear any moaning or anything, so I figured you guys weren't
fucking, but I was pretty sure you were doing something, and I really
wanted to see you."

"Why?" I asked, cocking my head to one side and meeting his gaze.

"The story of Mr. A. is legendary. The hot young teacher. Your kids always
talk about how cool you are, and some of them even talk about your bulge,
which I had noticed when we first met, and I wanted to see if it was all
you."

I stared at him blankly, not sure how to respond. What was he going for
here? I had a feeling I knew, and I also knew that if he made a clear move,
I likely wouldn't turn him down. My balls were aching for release.

"And so I took a chance that you had forgotten to lock the door and busted
in," he continued. "I didn't know what to expect or what would happen, but
I really didn't care.  Ever since I saw that bulge straining against your
tight boxerbriefs Friday morning I've wanted to see the real thing."

I wasn't sure how much of his story I believed, but as I watched his mouth
moving, and looked over his body, I realized that I didn't really
care. Part of me believed him, but part of me thought that he wasn't
telling the whole truth. Deep down, I think that he had done it
intentionally to keep his teacher and me from fucking, not just because he
wanted to check me out. He surely must have known that such an interruption
would ruin the moment.

I still said nothing, but stared him directly in the eye. I stood with my
legs spread now, and reached down to adjust my set. His eyes turned from
mine and followed the movements of my hand. He looked up quickly into my
eyes again.

"And what'd you think about the real thing when you saw it?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "I didn't get much of a chance to look; you kicked me out
so quickly." I moved closer to him, and he backed away unconsciously. His
boxers were beginning to tent, and my cock was growing. I turned and walked
back into my room; James followed me.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my legs spread. My package now sagged
between my legs. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked.

I saw him swallow, his eyes traveled from my crotch to my face several
times. He nodded.

"Come here, then," I said, "and have a look at the 'real thing'." I
motioned between my legs.

James walked over to the bed and knelt down in front of me. I stood up; my
bulging boxerbriefs were now at the same level as his face. I grabbed the
back of his head, my fingers sliding through his dark blond, curly hair,
and pulled his face into my crotch.  Blood rushed to my cock, which began
to lengthen and thicken in my pouch. I rubbed James' face back and forth on
my crotch. He opened his mouth, trying to kiss my bulging shaft and
balls. I let go of his head, and he continued the movements. He buried his
face in my crotch, licking and sucking on my Italian cock meat through my
pouch. He got his face under my balls and moaned as the weight of my
endowment sagged on his beautiful, rosy-cheeked face. My dick was growing,
throbbing to its full size.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My
now fully hard dick popped out of my shorts and bounced up and down,
slapping James in the face; my cum-laden balls swung heavily between my
legs. James gasped as he saw my cock and balls for the first time. With a
soft whimper, James again buried his face in my crotch, licking and
slurping on my inner thighs and my pendulous sac. He sucked each of my
egg-sized nads into his mouth, weighing my heavy cum tanks on his tongue.

My swollen 9.5" dick was leaking, throbbing as it arced up over his face. I
pushed it down against his face, my broad dick covering his right
cheek. Precum oozed from my large piss slit, dripping into his golden
curls. James moaned even louder as I flattened my hefty Italian meat
against his smooth face. I pulled my dick back, holding it up against my
body, and then let it go. The weight of it brought it back down squarely on
his face with a loud <thwap>.

I pulled his face from my crotch and looked down at him. Sticky strings of
my precum glistened in his hair and on his cheek. His lips shone with his
spit from the tongue bath he had just given my nads. My hard dick rose up
between us. I stroked my dick a couple of times, squeezing the head to
force more precum out; I coated the shaft with it. My fat dick, nearly 8"
in circumference throbbed in front of James' face. He stared, hypnotized by
the throbbing tube in front of him.

"Now what do you think of the real thing?" I asked him, my eyes meeting
his. I was smirking, a wicked smile on my face. James grinned at me.

"It's a fucking monster," James responded. "I love it."

"Good boy," I said, bending down to give him a kiss. I caressed his cheek
with my sticky fingers and stood upright again. I pointed my dick at his
face and waved it at him. "Suck it," I ordered. James moaned in response
and leaned forward.

He wrapped his hands around my thick shaft and stroked me a couple of times
before leaning forward and taking my swollen cockhead between his lips. A
steady stream of precum was now leaking from my cock. The beast knew that
it was going to be emptied this time. I placed my hand on the back of his
head and pulled his head forward, feeding him my meat.

James' lips opened wide around my dick as I fed him inch by inch. He kept
one hand wrapped around the base of my dick, stroking me while he
sucked. His tongue swirled all around my cock shaft, continuously painting
the surface of my hard prick. He alternated sucking and stroking my dick,
taking as much of me into his mouth as he could. I began thrusting my hips,
my dick sliding through his hands and into his mouth. I pulled back and
thrust forward, fucking his fist and mouth. James slurped and sucked on my
dick, his mouth making wet, hollow sounds each time I pushed into it and
pulled out.

Determined as always to feed every inch of my meat into a cocksucker's
mouth, I pulled James' hand off my dick and put my hands on the back of his
head. I held his head, lacing my fingers through his thick, curly hair and
pushed my hips forward while I pulled his face down, impaling his mouth on
my fat cock. He gagged when the swollen mushroom head hit the back of his
throat, but I continued pushing. I speared my dick into his throat, forcing
every inch into his mouth. He was choking now, and his hands groped at my
thighs, grabbing onto me, but I was all the way in. My heavy nuts hung on
his chin and his lips stretched obscenely around my shaft. Happy with
forcing him to swallow all of me, I pulled back, letting my dick slide out
of his mouth with a loud <pop>.

James gasped, trying to catch his breath. "Still love it?" I asked. "Even
when it makes you choke?"

"God yes," James responded, leaning forward and swiping his tongue under
the tip and around the head. He grasped the base again and started
stroking, taking the head back into his mouth. I started fucking his fist
and face again, my balls swaying wildly as I thrust into him. I knew that I
wasn't going to last much longer. The huge load that had built up in my
nads since Wednesday night was ready to bust.

I began moaning now, increasing the speed that I was fucking his fist and
face. My balls began to tighten. Recognizing the signs, James sucked
harder. His lips, red and puffy, were now coated with spit and precum. I
had my hands on his head again, directing him up and down on my dick. "Oh
fuck," I groaned, the first volley of cum rising in my shaft.  I felt my
cock head swell, my piss slit opening to release my wad. "Eat it,
cocksucker," I heard myself say. "Fucking eat my sperm." James moaned
louder, pushing his hard dick against my leg. I came.

The first volley shot out of my dick, a thick rope of cum. I could tell by
the way it oozed from my dick head that it was thick. James choked on it,
swallowing as much as he could, but already cum was leaking from the
corners of his mouth. The second volley followed immediately. James gagged
again and pulled back involuntarily, releasing my dick from his mouth, but
he continued stroking me. I continued cumming. Three more shots fired
against his face, one hitting him in the nose, another arcing up across his
forehead. I kept cumming. I unloaded 10 thick shots of cum on his face,
easily the most volume of cum I had shot in a long time. James' hair was
wet with my jism and rivers of my spew flowed down his face. Chunky streams
of my Italian seed coated his lips and cheeks. Some cum still flowed from
my cock head, coating my shaft and James' hands.

James rubbed my cock all over his face, smearing himself even more with my
cum. I gazed down at him, admiring the glaze I had delivered to his face
and hair. I was glad that I had resisted the urge to jack off the night
before. James was even more gorgeous like this, on his knees, shiny with my
spooge. I grabbed my dick from him, and used the broad head to shovel the
cum from his cheeks and chin towards his mouth. He sucked and ate my wad
eagerly. My dick softened, but didn't go completely limp.

I pulled him to his feet, admiring my handiwork again. Some cum had
dribbled down his chin onto his neck and chest. "You're a mess," I said,
"but it looks good on you." He smiled at me. "Your turn," I said, reaching
for the tent in his boxers. A wet spot had already formed on them.

Falling to my knees in front of him, I kissed and licked his abs and around
his navel, sticking my tongue into the sexy depression there. I pulled his
boxers down and got my first look at his dick. Although it was only about
average in length, his dick was beautiful. It had a smooth look to it,
shapely, like it had been carved out of marble. It arched up at a perfect
45-degree angle from his curly blond pubes. His nuts hung in a smooth,
wrinkled sac. I buried my face in his crotch, licking and sucking on his
nuts and his sac. I sucked the loose skin of his nad sac into my mouth,
bathing him with my tongue, while I stroked and pulled on his rock hard
dick.

I slid my mouth off of his nuts and pressed my lips against the underside
of his dick at the base. I slipped one hand under his nuts and began
teasing his g-spot from the outside.  Sticking out my tongue, I licked up
the underside of his cock with one long stroke from the base to the tip. I
swirled my tongue over the wet tip of his cockhead, tasting his salty
precum. I sucked harder on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth. With
my right hand, I continued poking and prodding at his prostate. I felt his
dick throbbing harder in my mouth.

James' hands were in my hair, holding onto my head while I bobbed up and
down on his dick. I sucked him harder, taking him all the way in, his
cockhead just sliding into my throat, my nose buried in his pubes. I
pressed hard on his prostate with my index and middle fingers, my throat
contracted around his swollen head. James let out a gasp and arched
forward, his upper body leaning over me as he grabbed my head and shoulders
for support.

I took his dick from my mouth and stood up. "Lie down on the bed," I said
to him. My own dick was hard again. I noticed that my cum had dried in his
hair.

I joined James on the bed, getting into a 69 position with him. My dick
hung down over his face. He grabbed my cock and directed it to his mouth. I
did the same with his. I pulled his rigid dick away from his smooth,
swimmers body and pointed it up. I buried my face in his crotch again,
taking his dick all the way into my mouth and throat. We sucked each other
for several minutes. I pushed my dick into his throat and mouth repeatedly
while I bobbed up and down on his.

I reached between his legs again, poking and prodding at his
g-spot. Obediently, James opened his legs for me. I removed his dick from
my mouth and licked my fingers. I began teasing his hole now, running my
index finger around the outside of it. James moaned, his mouth stuffed with
my slab of meat. I craned my neck down between his legs and stuck out my
tongue. I found his hole and was licking and tonguing him while I teased
and spread him open with my fingers. James moaned again, sucking harder on
my cock.

I alternated between his hard 17-year-old cock and his tight ass for
several minutes before stopping. I pulled my dick from his mouth and swung
around so that I was between his legs. Lifting his legs, I rolled him up
onto his back so I could have full access to his ass.  My hard dick
throbbed between my legs, wet with precum and spit. I buried my face
between James' smooth cheeks and started licking his ass. I ran my tongue
all around the hole, teasing it, before shoving my tongue into his tight
ring. I tongue fucked him, feeling his tight pussy ass open up for me. I
let his legs drop back down.

With his legs spread wide around my body, I positioned my dick at his
hole. I looked into his eyes while I teased his hole with my thick dick
head. My cock was pointed directly at his opening, the very tip of it
resting just inside the ring. He could feel it throbbing, leaking around
his hole. I stared at his face; he looked back at me. "Do you want it?" I
asked him, with a quick jab of my spear forward. He only moaned in
response. I jabbed forward again, pressing harder against his hole, making
him feel it without actually going in. "I asked you a question," I
said. "You've done more than see it now. You want it?"

"Please, God, yes!" he moaned, thrusting his hips against me, pushing his
ass onto my dick. "Fuck me, Mr. A."

I smirked and pushed forward, applying more pressure to his ass. His
boypussy began to open up, slowly stretching around my thick meat. He let
out a little yell as the head passed through the sphincter. I leaned over
him now, covering his body with mine, and with short, quick strokes I fed
my dick into his ass until my heavy balls came to rest against the smooth,
round globes of his ass.

I held myself up on my arms above him, my dick resting deep inside his
ass. I began to rotate my hips, screwing myself into him, stretching his
ass walls wider and wider open around me. James was moaning continuously as
my broad shaft repeatedly ground against his prostate. He was breathing
hard, his ass squeezing and milking my dick.

I slid out of him, inch by inch pulling my huge dick from his hole. He
whimpered. I shoved it back in, one long, hard stroke into his guts. He
screamed. I did it again. I fucked him like this for several minutes,
hitting his ass deep, long dicking him. On my knees now, I lifted his legs
up, resting them on my shoulders to get deeper access into his tight
boyhole.

I stopped, pushing his legs up to his chest, folding his smooth, toned body
in half, Propping myself up on my arms again, with his body folded beneath
me, I started plowing him. No longer did I fuck him with deep, slow
strokes. I began hitting his ass with short jabs of my dick, plowing into
him hard and fast. I never pulled more than a few inches from his ass,
keeping him completely full, stretched wide open. My balls slapped his ass
hard with each thrust. He moaned loudly each time my dick pounded against
his prostate. I knew he was getting close.

I let his legs drop, again covering his body with mine. I bent down and
kissed him while I continued fucking his ass. I could feel my own load
building in my balls, traveling up the wide tube of my dick. With each of
my thrusts now, I rubbed my hard abs against his hard cock, and I could
feel him leaving sticky trails of precum on my stomach. Then he came.

James thrust his hips up against mine as I drilled my dick into him
again. I felt his dick throb, his ass twitch, and then a hot stream of cum
shot out of his dick, hitting our chests.  He continued shooting, his cum
sticking to our bodies. Now it was my turn.

With a final thrust deep into his guts, I let loose my load. With my head
thrown back, grunting loudly, my balls emptied into James' tight ass. With
each jet of cum my dick swelled larger in James' pussy. He held on to me,
his legs wrapped around my waist, his arms around my neck, and his ass
milking every drop from my dick. I finished shooting and let my softening
dick slide from his ass. Thick globs of my cum stuck to the shaft as I
pulled out. I bent down and hugged him to me, kissing him, our bodies
sticky with his cum.

I rolled off of him and lay next to him on the bed. I turned to him; he was
looking at me already, a huge smile on his face. Some of my cum from
earlier had dried on his ear, on his forehead, and in his hair.

"You're fucking amazing," he said, gazing at me. "Your cock is huge; it
felt fucking awesome inside me."

"Thanks, man," I said, looking up at the ceiling now. He reached over and
began rubbing my chest and stomach. I put my arm around him and pulled him
next to me. He kissed and licked my chest a couple of times, his head on my
shoulder. It looked like a very touching scene, no doubt, but I had no real
emotions for James beyond sexual attraction, and I had a feeling that he
felt the same way. He wasn't cuddling for cuddling's sake. He had one hand
between my legs again, and I knew he was ready for another round. My dick
was quick to respond, but I stopped him. It was very late, and we had an
early morning.

Reaching down, I grabbed his hand and removed it from my crotch. "It's
really late, James," I said, "and we gotta be up in like 5 hours. I gotta
get some sleep, bud. You better go back to your room, in case someone comes
looking for one of us in the morning; it wouldn't look good for you to be
naked in my bed!"

He pouted, but agreed. He got out of bed, and I noticed that more of my cum
had oozed from his hole and down his thighs. He pulled on his boxers and
headed for the door. He turned back, smiling at me, and said, "I'll be
back" with a wink.

I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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How'd you like part 4? Want me to go on? Please excuse any errors! I was
eager to get it submitted finally, and didn't have much time to
proofread. Same bit as before: Feedback is welcome, but please be
constructive in your criticism. Feel free to e-mail me,
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