Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 00:18:58 -0400 From: alessandro <email@example.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.) ******************* 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." ******************* 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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