Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 00:18:58 -0400
From: alessandro <grossoitaliano@gmail.com>
Subject: mr a and his boys: the lunch stop

This story is much shorter than previous ventures. Normally, I wouldn't
submit one this short, but I think that it stands well enough on its own. I
had planned for more to happen in this chapter, but then I wondered whether
people would prefer to wait longer for a longer chapter or get shorter
chapters more frequently. I doubt that anyone is going to complain about me
actually posting something, but let me know if you like the shorter episode
or not.

Another thing about this chapter that made me decide to post it, even
though it's short, is that I hadn't planned to write this scene. It just
sort of happened today. I don't know whether it's going anywhere or not,
though. What do you think? Any suggestions?

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

Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in
the adult- youth section. I have also published another non-Mr. A story in
the highschool section entitled "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin".

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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We ended up winning the game, earning third place in the tournament. The
boys were happy; the parents were happy, and I was sure that Grayson and
the administration would also be happy. It was the first time that we had
ever played in the tournament, so third place wasn't bad. Rather than
leaving immediately after, we decided to hang around and watch the
championship match. As expected, Colin ended up playing a little more than
usual because Lyle was a bit tired. Aaron was getting visibly upset at the
way that Lyle was playing, but with our victory, his anger was
forgotten. No doubt he was wondering what had made Lyle so tired. I felt
guilty, admittedly, since it was my fault, but Lyle knew what he was
getting into, and he had wanted it anyway. Sure, I should have been more
responsible, but I wasn't going to beat myself up over giving the boy what
he wanted.

After the game, we headed to the locker-room so that the boys could shower
and change.  The teams playing for first and second place were already out
on the field warming up.  "Y'all did really well out there," Aaron told our
boys. "I was really impressed with how you played, even though there were a
few mis-steps." He looked at Lyle. "I think that this year is gonna turn
out awesome, especially if you guys keep practicing and getting better."

"By the way," I added, "you're ALL taking showers before we go. I am not
sitting on a bus for hours with a bunch of smelly teenagers. Got it?" Most
of them didn't bother showering after practice, which was fine with me,
since I didn't have to ride with them afterwards, but I didn't want the bus
smelling like a locker-room. Of course, I had to admit that I was also
looking forward to seeing them strip down.

A couple of them looked horrified, but they all dropped their gear. I was
surprised at how modest most of them were, even the ones whom I had already
seen naked before. Of the boys who had caught my interest, Mitchell and
Chaz were the only two whom I hadn't already seen naked. I scanned the room
quickly, taking in the half-dressed teenage jocks in front of me. At first
glance, only Todd, Colin, and Lyle stood bare-assed. I gave Todd the once
over, checking out his big balls and larger than average cock; he was
probably the biggest overall in the room. I watched as Travis' smooth,
toned body came into view.  Unfortunately, his round ass and teencock were
hidden by the towel that he had wrapped around his waist before dropping
his shorts. Lyle, despite being kind of small, had no problem being naked
in the room. I saw Colin glance over at Lyle, and then he looked to me. A
smile crossed his face. I looked at him, admiring his beefy arms and strong
legs.  His cock hung there, a perfect 3-inch tube over his hairy balls. He
was getting a little hairier, I thought. His legs were hairier, and he now
had more hair on his arms. When he turned around, I noticed some dark hair
also peppered his ass crack. It had been there before, I thought, but it
was now darker and more noticeable even when my face wasn't planted in his
ass. My cock swelled a little. I admired Colin probably longer than
necessary, and by the time I moved on, I saw Chaz's and Mitchell's smooth,
round asses walking away. Damn, I thought. I should have paid better
attention.

I briefly considered heading back to the shower area, but I figured that
might seem weird, since I didn't need to shower, and the boys certainly
didn't need supervision while showering. Instead, I joined Aaron outside
the locker-room where we talked about practice.

"Mitchell and Chaz are turning out to be pretty good," I said. I mentioned
them specifically because Aaron had been against them being on the team
since they had no experience.

"Yeah, I'm a little surprised," Aaron admitted. "I guess they're both just
natural athletes.  Chaz needs to work on his ball handling A LOT, though."

I grinned, thinking that I would gladly help Chaz out with his ball
handling, although I knew that's not what Aaron meant. "I've noticed that,"
I agreed. "Maybe we can pair some of the JV guys up with some of the
Varsity guys one day a week or something.  Would your dad be into that?"

"Maybe," Aaron said. "I'll talk to him." After a few minutes, Aaron said,
"What was up with Colin?"

"Just usual teenage stuff. I don't really know," I lied. "But I talked to
him about the game being important, and Lyle had told me that he wasn't
feeling well, so I knew that Colin might have to play more than usual, so I
told him that we needed him."

"It's really cool that you have that close of a relationship with him,"
Aaron said. "Most kids don't feel comfortable with their teachers."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I really try to make them feel comfortable with me
and like they can always talk to me."

A few minutes later, we went back into the locker-room, and most of the
boys, including Chaz and Mitchell, were already out of the shower and
dressed. Damn, missed my chance again, I thought. The only guys I didn't
see were a few that hadn't really caught my interest at all, so I announced
that I was heading to the stands. Aaron said that he'd wait for the
stragglers. The other guys got up and followed me out of the room. I found
a place to sit and immediately found myself surrounded by high school
soccer jocks. Colin sat to my left and Lyle to my right. Travis sat down
directly in front of me next to Todd. They both turned around and smiled at
me. I grinned back. "Like the view?" I leaned down and whispered, spreading
my legs to show my bulge. Travis blushed. Todd, Colin, and Lyle laughed.

Colin sat close to me, pressing his leg against mine. I looked over at him
and smiled, pressing back. A few minutes later, just as the game was
beginning, Aaron and the rest of the guys showed up. We watched the game,
Colin and I sitting closer together than we probably should have, but
fortunately the stands were crowded, so it wouldn't have looked weird to
anyone from the outside.

On the ride back, the boys were more calm than I expected, and some spent
most of the time sleeping. I was sitting at the front of the bus, and Aaron
had gone to the back to play cards with some of the more alert guys. Our
parent chaperones sat on the other side of the bus a couple of seats back,
also sleeping. There was plenty of empty space, so I was kind of isolated
at the front.

At one point, Colin came and sat next to me. "What's up, boyo?" I asked.

"Nothing," Colin answered. "A lot of people are sleeping, so I'm bored."

"So you decided to come and annoy me?" I teased.

"Yep," he said.

"It's pretty calm," I said. "More than I expected."

"Well, everyone's tired from all the games," Colin explained. Then dropping
his voice, he added, "And I think a few of them are more than tired because
of something they did last night." His eyes twinkled mischievously.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I teased. "Besides, it wasn't
even my idea!"

He laughed. "I know." He paused. "Sorry for the way that I was acting
earlier."

I smiled at him and put my arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry about
it. I understand.  I'm just glad that you finally talked to me about it. I
was getting worried, and I didn't like that you weren't talking to me, but
I couldn't really do anything about it without it seeming weird, you know?"

"I guess so. You couldn't really be like, 'Why don't you like me anymore?'
to one of your students."

I chuckled. "Exactly, so I just let you go do your own thing." I looked
around the bus to make sure that it was safe for us to continue
talking. The roar of the bus would make it difficult to hear our lowered
voices, and there was no one in the immediate vicinity, so it seemed okay
for us to talk.

"I can't believe that she cheated on me," he said.

"She's stupid," I said, "and apparently a slut. You don't want to be with
her anyway. Any girl who's gonna act like that obviously doesn't know what
she has."

"Well, I wouldn't have sex with her," he said. "I guess she needed that
more than I thought."

"I'm still gonna go with 'she's stupid'."

He laughed again. "Thanks, Abs. I appreciate that."

"So you just couldn't do it?" I asked after a few moments.

"I don't know," he said. "My only experience with fucking is GETTING
fucked. Until she blew me, my only experience with any sex was with guys."
He blushed. "You know, I never even did more than finger her."

"Alright, boyo," I said. "Don't beat yourself up over this. I think that
when you're ready to do more, you'll know. I'd much rather have you not do
something you aren't ready for than do it because you feel pressured to do
it, okay?" He nodded. "And next time, talk to me, okay? I'm here for
you. If you have any problems or questions, I'll help you however I can. I
can probably give you a few pointers." I winked at him.

"Thanks, Abs," he said, smiling broadly. He put his head back and closed
his eyes. In a few minutes, he was asleep. His body slumped to the left,
and his head drooped until it was on my shoulder. I grinned stupidly,
leaning my head against my pillow on the window.

After a short time, we stopped for lunch in an area with several fast food
restaurants close together. There were a couple of other busses in the
area, so we gave the students 45 minutes to eat, and then we got off the
bus. Aaron, the parents, and I headed off together, and the students
divided up into small groups. I kind of wanted to eat with Colin, but he
and I both understood the need for us not to seem "too close" especially
with parents around. I didn't think that anyone had actually seen the way
that we were sleeping, so I wasn't worried about that being an issue, but
everyone would see us eating together, separately from our "normal"
groups. That might raise some questions.

As we got up to leave after eating, I excused myself to go to the bathroom,
telling the others that I would meet them at the bus. I stood at the urinal
and hauled my cock out of my shorts, aiming the soft, flexible hose down. I
started pissing. I heard the door open and looked over to see a guy,
probably 16-years-old, walk in carrying his drinking cup.  He was about 6
feet tall with short, brown hair, and his shirtsleeves stretched tightly
around his tanned biceps. I didn't recognize him, so I assumed he was from
one of the other busses or just a local boy. He took the urinal right next
to mine, and I nodded at him. He smiled a crooked smile.

I heard him unzip his pants and glanced over. He reached into his fly and
pulled out his own dick. It was about 3 inches long. I finished pissing and
shook my dick, getting the last drops of piss off of it. I heard him
whistle and looked up. He was staring at my dick.

"That's a pretty big dick," he said. He wasn't pissing, yet, but he was
holding his dick with one hand. He brought his drink to his lips with the
other. He sipped loudly, getting the last of it. He shook the cup around
and then pulled the lid off and dumped the ice out in the urinal. He
started pissing, melting the ice with the warm liquid.

I stepped back a little to give him a better look. I stroked the 5-inch
length a couple of times, causing it to chub. "Thanks," I said. "I get that
a lot."

He chuckled, watching. "I bet you do. Wow."

I dropped my cock, letting its expanded length hang down over my big balls,
pointing at the floor.

"Can I touch it?" he asked. His boldness turned me on, and my cock
twitched. "It's alive!"  he shouted and laughed. He was now stroking his
own dick. It quickly grew to about 6.5 inches in length.

"I dunno," I said. "It seems kind of dangerous." I really wanted him to
touch it, but I wasn't sure that I could risk it. I had about 10 minutes
before I had to be back at the bus. I didn't remember seeing any other
students in the restaurant when I went into the bathroom, but I hadn't
really checked. The other adults, I knew, were on their way back to the
bus.

"We'll go into the stall," he suggested. I looked up at him. His eyes were
a deep brown.  He smiled his crooked smile again. He was now openly pumping
his cock; his biceps flexed as his hand slid up and down the 6.5 inch piece
of teenflesh.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, moving over to the stall. He dropped his cup
on the floor and followed.

When we were both in the stall, he reached over and grabbed my cock,
hefting it in his hands. "Shit, that's heavy," he whispered huskily. He
gripped my soft shaft tightly and started stroking it. My cock responded
immediately. I looked at my watch--9 minutes left.

"There's really no time for this," I said, reaching for my cock, so I could
put it away. I really wanted to, though. The guy was very hot, and all the
time with Colin had me pretty worked up. I had a chubby the whole time he
sat next to me at the game, and it only got worse on the bus.

The boy suddenly sat down on the toilet and pulled me closer. He opened his
mouth and swallowed my half-hard dick, taking the whole thing with no
problem. He started sucking hard, one hand playing with my balls. I groaned
loudly, involuntarily, as I felt his mouth close around my cock. He was an
expert cocksucker, and in no time my cock was growing down his throat. With
one hand, he played with my balls, pulling and fondling the stuffed sac;
with his other hand, he continued rapidly stroking his cock.

He bobbed his head up and down on my now fully hard cock, his lips
stretched wide around the thick shaft. He took me all the way each time,
swallowing my cock whole. I grabbed onto his head and started thrusting my
hips. My balls swung against his chin. I clenched my teeth to keep from
moaning as my entire cock repeatedly disappeared down his teenage
throat. He milked me with his throat muscles, closing his tight gullet
around my fat cock on each downward thrust. His tongue swirled repeatedly
over the surface of my swollen shaft.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. I stopped thrusting, my cock buried
balls deep inside the anonymous teen's cocksucking throat. He was quick
thinking, though, and his legs immediately shot up, so that no one could
see that there was more than one person in the stall. The air seemed very
still. He continued working his throat on my cock. He hadn't gagged the
whole time we were in there, but I knew that he couldn't breathe with my
beercan thick cock filling his throat and stretching his esophagus.

The guy walked over to the urinal, kicking the teen's empty drink cup. It
rolled under the wall of the stall and hit my foot. I remained very still,
holding my breath. I gently slipped out of the boy's throat, letting him
breathe as the sound of the newcomer's piss hitting the porcelain of the
urinal filled the room. My cocksucker kept up the suction on my cockhead,
hollowing out his cheeks to create a strong vacuum around my dick. He
flicked his tongue against the head, gathering my dripping precum. I braced
myself against the wall, struggling to keep silence as he stimulated my
cock and balls.

It seemed like the stranger outside the stall pissed forever, but soon he
flushed and walked out. I groaned loudly when the door shut, and the boy
brought his legs back down. I shoved my cock back into his throat. There
wasn't much time left, and I wasn't going to get blueballed.

He sucked my cock hungrily, eagerly swallowing every thick inch of it as I
fucked it into his throat. Suddenly he groaned, sending a series of
vibrations down the length of my cock. I felt his cum splash against my
bare shin and calf and heard it fall onto the tile floor.

My balls tightened and he released my cock from his mouth, stroking the
shaft with one hand and squeezing the head with his other. "Watch out," I
grunted. "This is going to be messy."

I looked down at him, and he smiled at me with that same crooked smile. He
continued smiling, gazing at my cock, watching the head swell in front of
his face. My balls bounced as he quickly stroked the length of my big,
Italian dick. "Fuck," I said huskily through gritted teeth. I felt my piss
slit open. This kid was going to get hosed more than he knew, and I wasn't
about to stop it.

In another swift, surprising move, the boy reached down and grabbed the
drinking cup that the stranger had kicked under the stall. He popped the
top off, never letting go of my cock. As the first shot of cum erupted from
my cock, he aimed me into the cup. My cum splashed against the bottom of
the cup and some shot up the sides. The sound of my cum hitting the sides
of the cup echoed hollowly in the bathroom stall. I kept my mouth shut,
resisting the urge to groan and yell out more than I had already. His eyes
widened, watching me cum, and he counted each shot under his breath.

He muttered, "Eleven" as the last weak load of cum jumped out of my piss
slit to join the rest of it in the cup. As I caught my breath, he grabbed
my softening cock at the base and milked it, squeezing his way from the
base along the 9.5 length to the tip. He squeezed the head, getting over
drop of cum from my swollen balls.

"Good thing I got the biggie size," he joked, holding the cup up to the
light. About a half inch of my Italian cream filled the bottom of the cup,
and some stuck to the sides.  "Otherwise, it would have splashed right out
and gotten all over me."

I chuckled. "Wow, that was really good," I said. "You're an amazing
cocksucker. I don't think I've cum that fast since I was in high school."
My soft and meaty cock still hung out of the fly of my shorts.

"It helps when you're on a schedule," he said with a wink. He put the lid
on the cup and sat it down. Grabbing some toilet paper, he cleaned his cum
from my leg and from the floor. Then, he stood up and stuffed his soft,
teencock back into his pants.

I followed suit, pulling my underwear back over my dick and rearranging it
in my shorts before zipping up. "What are you going to do with that?" I
asked, pointing to the cup.

He brought the straw to his lips and sucked. This kid was full of
surprises, and I watched as he drank my cum through a straw. He licked his
lips. "Delicious," he said.

I chuckled. "Thanks," I said. "And thanks for the help in there. I better
get back to my bus." I walked to the door.

"I was glad to help, Mr. A," he said.

I stopped and turned around. "What did you say?"

"You teach at Washington High, right?" he asked. "I go to East High," which
was the name of a school in the same city.

"What?" I said disbelievingly. "Who are you? How do you know me?"

He just smiled that crooked smile as I stood in disbelief. "It might be
better if you didn't know," he said, walking past me and out the door.

The only thing that I could think as I left the bathroom, ignoring the
looks of people who had probably noticed me going in there about 10 minutes
earlier, was that I had made a huge mistake. I looked around, but didn't
see anyone that I recognized. There were other teens in the restaurant, but
I had no idea what school they were from. If they were from the same school
as the nameless teen I had just throatfucked, who was now drinking my thick
cum out of a cup, they would certainly find it suspicious that he and I had
been gone so long and had left the bathroom at about the same time. I
didn't leave immediately after he did, but it might still raise questions.

I looked at my watch. I was now late. "Shit," I muttered, rushing out of
the door and jogging to the bus.

As I ran up the stairs, Aaron joked, "Finally. We were about to leave
without you."

"Sorry," I said. "I ran into someone I knew," I lied, "and I lost track of
time."

"We ready now?" the bus driver asked.

"Yep," I said, "if everyone else is here."

"They are," Aaron said. "Let's go."

I sat down in my seat by myself; Colin had gone to the back of the
bus. Everyone was much more awake after lunch than they had been before the
stop. We had about an hour left on the road. I sat there quietly thinking.

I couldn't believe my stupidity. Not only had we almost been caught, but
the kid knew exactly who I was, which was bad, especially since I had no
idea who he was. He had called me Mr. A, which meant that he probably knew
my students or had heard someone talking about me, otherwise he would have
tried to spit out my last name. The question was really what did the kid
know and what did he want. If had he come into the bathroom because he
thought I was hot and figured that he would try picking me up, then that
was one thing. If he knew that I had hooked up with other students, then
that would be a different situation. If knowledge of my escapades had
spread beyond the group that I knew, that was bad. Very bad. No matter
what, it all came down to what he decided to do next. If he wanted to make
my life difficult, he could. Given his forthrightness and abilities, I
guessed that he was quite experienced. Hopefully, he was smart enough to
know not to go around talking about what happened. I reminded myself that I
needed to stick to boys that I knew and trusted.

A little later, Colin came up to see how much longer we had. I told him
about 30 minutes.  He sat down next to me and said, "You okay, Abs? It
seems like something is wrong."

I shook my head and leaned in to whisper to him. "I may have done something
REALLY stupid," I admitted.

"What?" he asked.

I told him the story as quietly as possible, explaining how I had
innocently gone to the bathroom and been approached by someone. I told him
how it escalated into a blowjob, how I filled his drink cup with my cum,
and finally how I found out after that he knew who I was.

"Yeah," he said, "I saw some East High kids when we were at lunch. I wonder
who he was. I don't know a lot of people that go there, though."

"I dunno," I said, "but it has me really freaked out."

"It's pretty hot, though," he said. "Especially him drinking your juice
through a straw." I looked down and saw that Colin's shorts were tented. I
had to admit that as I re-told the story and remembered what a good
cocksucker the teen was, my own cock had started to swell again. He looked
around and then placed his hand on my crotch.

I grinned. "Not now, Colin," I said. "Too dangerous."

He looked disheartened. "When, then?" he asked.

I thought for a minute. "Some day this week," I said. "After practice,
maybe."

He grinned. "Good." We sat quietly for a few minutes. I felt the blood
flowing out of my cock. "You know who knows a lot of East High kids?" I
looked at him expectantly.  "Todd does."

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As I said at the beginning, this story wasn't in the original plan. It just
sort of happened today when I started writing. Suddenly, Mr. A was in the
bathroom and the rest is history.  I don't really know if this tangent is
leading to anything bigger or not, but I'm open to your suggestions for
what might happen. Like I said, I may end up doing nothing with what
happened in this chapter, so be aware of that, too.

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