Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2004 23:47:44 -0400 From: alessandro abbondanti <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: mr. a and soccer camp 1 I've been working on this story over several days whenever I've had free time on my trip. What that means, unfortunately, is that it's probably more disjointed than my usual stories. This is the abridged version of the story. The full version is quite a bit longer, but contains some stuff that would prevent it from being listed with the rest of my stories in the "gay/high school" section of the archive. I have excised the straight sex from this story, so there will come a point in the middle where it seems to skip over something important, and, well, it has. The unabridged version contains straight sex and some incest. Let me know what you think of this story. Alas, I fear that it's one of my weaker attempts, but it's building up to something better, and introduces the next cameo character, who will become much more important in the coming chapters. Because of time limitations, I haven't had much chance to edit, so please excuse any glaring errors (and be nice with your criticisms; constructive works better than outright attacks). Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A story entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult- youth section. 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.) ******************* Later that night, after Dean left, I signed on to AIM. I hadn't spoken to Colin since that last day of exams, and I had to admit that part of me really hoped that he would be online so that we could chat. I held my breath as the buddy list window popped up and exhaled dejectedly upon realizing that Colin was not online. This really didn't surprise me, of course, as he had told me that he was leaving, but that didn't stop me from hoping. A few seconds after signing on, I received a message from Paden. "What's up?" he typed. "Not much," I replied. "You?" "Not a whole lot. Just hanging out. Bored right now." "Yeah. Same here. Enjoying your summer so far?" I asked. "Oh yeah! Been hanging out with Todd a lot, driving around with my dad, stuff like that. You?" he replied. "Yep. Very relaxing. Played soccer this afternoon. It was fun." "Cool. Hold on, I'm gonna get something to drink," Paden wrote. "Aight," I said. A few seconds later, I received another message saying, "'Sup?" "Uh...haven't we been over this?" I asked. "Hehe. This is Todd, not Paden." "Ahhh! Okay," I typed. "I didn't realize you were there." "Yep, I am. So what are you doing?" "Not a lot. Just sitting here chatting, it seems. You?" I said. "Eh. Just hanging out with Paden, beating each other off." I did a double take when I saw Todd's reply. Was he being serious? Were he and Paden playing together? Whether they were or not, why was Todd telling me? What response was he hoping to get? I wasn't sure what to say, so I typed simply, "Cool?" "Haha," Todd wrote back. "Just fucking with ya, Mr. A." "Okay..." I said. "Sorry about that, Mr. A," Paden wrote upon his return. "I don't know what Todd was thinking." "Haha," I wrote back. "No problem. What you guys do in your own home is your business. ;)" "Hehe," Paden said. "But we won't talk about what goes on in people's homes. ;)" "No," I replied, "we won't. LOL." "So, Mr. A.," Paden said, "I got a question for you." "Shoot," I answered. "Well, you see," he began, "every year the JV and Varsity teams go to this soccer camp at Clemson. We got a problem this year, though." "What's that?" I asked. "We have a new JV coach, but he's not a teacher or anything, so they won't let him take the JV team to the camp without someone who actually works for the school." "Who's the JV guy?" I wondered. "He's Coach Grayson's oldest son. He's like 21 and in college." Coach Grayson was an upper level Social Studies teacher and the soccer coach. "Well why can't he go?" "He's on vacation," Paden said, "and won't be back until right before it's time for the Varsity to go. JV goes in a couple of weeks." "Okay..." I wrote. "We're gonna need a teacher sponsor for the JV team, anyway, during the school year, since Grayson can't technically be both." "And you were hoping that I would do it? And go to the JV camp?" I asked. "Would you mind?" Paden asked. "I know that they need someone to volunteer, but they probably won't ask for anyone until August, and the some of the JV guys really wanna go to this camp, so I thought maybe you could talk to Mrs. Richmond and volunteer." Mrs. Richmond was our principal. Paden was on the Varsity team, so he was only talking to me about this because it was important to his friends who weren't lucky enough to be on the Varsity team with him. I knew that Todd was on the JV team, but I wasn't sure who else. "Who all is on the team?" I asked. "Well, Colin," Paden said. My heart skipped a beat. "But he won't be going to the camp. But Todd, Marcus, Evan, and a couple of other guys will." I recognized those names as participants in the circle jerk that Colin had told me about before I gave lessons to him and Paden. Based on the descriptions of the event that Colin and Paden had given me, I was VERY interested in spending more time with Todd. His nickname of "Blaster" intrigued me, and based on what had happened at the circle jerk and the comment that he had just made, I thought that he might be open to playing around like Paden and Colin were. I was pretty sure that Todd was the unnamed playmate that Paden had mentioned during our first encounter, but I had no proof of it. If going on this trip was going to make it possible for me to get closer to Todd, and perhaps experience his blasts first-hand, I was all for it. Watching another man cum was one of my favorite things, and if Todd gave as good a show as I had been led to believe, then he rivaled my abilities in that department and perhaps surpassed me. I had to see it. "Of course I'll do it, Paden," I wrote. "I love soccer. It'll be fun." "Todd just said, 'Woohoo!'" Paden typed back. "He's pretty excited." I wasn't sure if Paden had told Todd about anything that had happened between us. I figured that he was smart enough not to, and that if he had mentioned anything at all, he had been smart enough not to mention me by name. I hoped that the most he would have told Todd was something to the effect of, "I hooked up with this other guy with a fat ass dick who shoots like you." He was discreet enough to protect Todd's identity when he mentioned playing around with him one-on-one; hopefully he was smart enough to protect my identity as well. "That's cool," I said. "Now he wants to know what your screenname means," Paden wrote. "Uh..." I said. "Tell him it's a secret, but if he tells me why they call him Blaster, I'll tell him what my screenname means." "LOL," Paden wrote. "He says that if you're lucky he'll show you." I laughed. "LOL. Ditto." "Alright, Mr. A," Paden said. "We're gonna take off. Talk to you later." "Later, Paden and Todd," I typed. "I'll get in touch with Mrs. Richmond about the soccer thing." "Awesome." Paden signed off, and so did I. Later, when I left my house to meet Jennifer for dinner, I saw Tony and Cristina sitting on their porch. I waved to them, and they both stood up immediately when they saw me and started walking toward me; they had big smiles on their faces. "Hey, Alex," Tony called out. "What's up?" I said. "I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Dean earlier," Tony responded. "What do you mean?" I asked, a twinge of paranoia beginning to form in my mind. "He said that he locked himself out earlier, but that you let him hang out with you while we were gone. I gotta say that we were a little freaked out when we couldn't find him when we got back. It was a relief when we saw him come out of your house." Tony smiled broadly. "No problem at all, man," I said, shaking his hand again. Both were looking me over quite intently, and Cristina's eyes lingered on my crotch. "Yes, thank you very much," Cristina said. "We were very worried and went looking for him. It's nice to have a neighbor who's willing to help out." I smiled. "Like I said, it wasn't a problem at all. I don't mean to be rude, but I have to go. I'm meeting someone for dinner." "Someone special?" Cristina asked. I chuckled. "Not exactly. Just this girl that I see sometimes." I winked at Tony. Cristina seemed to perk up when I said, "girl." "Lucky girl," Tony said. I looked from him to Cristina, a little confused by his comment. Cristina blushed. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," Tony said. "Just lucky for her that she's seeing a nice guy, even if it's only 'sometimes'." I forced a bit of a laugh and said, "Well, I'll see you guys later. Again, it was no problem helping Dean out earlier. He's a fun guy and helped me out with some stuff, too." I waved to them and got into my car. The next morning, I returned from Jen's house and headed upstairs to take a shower. After showering, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed downstairs where my clean underwear still lay in a laundry basket near the dryer. I pulled on a pair of white boxerbriefs and was on my way back upstairs when there was a knock on the door. Never being the modest type, I headed to the door and opened it. A look of shock passed over Tony's face when he first saw me standing there in nothing but my white boxerbriefs, my hefty meat stretching the material. His eyes traveled quickly up and down my body, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw my package. His look of shock gave way to a smile. "Hey, Alex," he said, "I didn't interrupt anything did I?" "No," I chuckled. "I just got home a bit ago, actually." Tony nodded knowingly. "Nice, man. Have fun?" "Not as much fun as she did!" I joked. Tony laughed. "Yeah, I bet. Lucky broad." I smiled. "So what'd you need?" I asked. "Like Cristina and I said yesterday, we really appreciate you helping Dean out the other day, and we were wondering if we could pay you back by having you over for dinner tonight." "That's really not necessary," I answered. "It was my pleasure, but I never turn down a free meal!" "Awesome," Tony said. "See you tonight, big man." He winked with a nod toward my crotch and walked off. If nothing else, Tony was completely comfortable around other men. I had had many straight men check me out before and take notice of my oversized endowment, but few actually had the balls themselves to say something directly to me about it. Later that night, I headed next door. Dean's car was gone, but I didn't think much of it. After inviting me in, Tony and I sat down in their living room to have a few drinks while Cristina finished preparing dinner. "So what do you do for a living?" Tony asked. "I'm a teacher at a local high school," I said. "Really? Wow," Tony replied. "You seem a little young for that. How do you like it?" "I like it a lot, actually," I said. "I really enjoy the students." Mentally I added, "In more ways than one," but I didn't say it aloud. "Cool," Tony said. "The kids must like you a lot. Ever have any hit on you?" I laughed. "Oh yeah, but I'd never reciprocate," I lied. "So you've never found a younger person attractive?" Tony continued prodding. "Well, I never said that," I answered. "I just said that I'd never do anything with one." "Really?" Tony asked incredulously. "Absolutely," I answered. There was a pause. "So where's Dean?" "He's gone to some concert. A local band is playing. He probably won't be back until late." "Cool," I said. "I'm glad to hear that he's getting out and finding stuff to do. He might only be here for a few weeks, but he should still try to make some friends." "Yeah," Tony said. "He really seems to like you. He was in such a good mood after he came back from your place the other day." I smiled. "That's always nice to hear. I like him, too." Cristina came into the room at that time to announce that dinner was ready, so Tony and I rose and followed her into the dining room. Dinner consisted of risotto and bistecca alla Fiorentino and quite a lot of wine for all of us and idle chatter. After dinner, the three of us returned to the living room for dessert. Our meaningless conversations continued until there was an extended pause, during which I saw Tony and Cristina looking back and forth from each other to me. "Is there something wrong?" I asked, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. "No, no," Tony said, "not really, but let's go back to what you said about not doing anything with someone younger." My heart skipped a beat. "Okay...," I said, not sure how to respond to what Tony had just said. "So you sure that you'd never hook up with a high schooler? 'Cause the other day you seemed to be doing a pretty good job of fucking the brains out of my son who just turned 17 a few weeks ago." I nearly choked on my drink, fully realizing what I had begun to suspect earlier: Tony and Cristina had seen Dean and I fucking in my living room. I stuttered, "I...I'm really sorry," I said. What do you say to the parents of a 17-year-old whose cherry you busted? Tony and Cristina both laughed. "Don't be sorry," Cristina said soothingly. "We wouldn't have invited you here like this if we wanted an apology or wanted to cause you any problems." "Why did you invite me, then?" I asked. "Ever since we saw you with Dean, neither of us has been able to get the vision of your cock out of our minds," Tony said. "It's magnificent," Cristina said. "So thick and long..." she trailed off. "And so...?" I asked. "Let me be frank," Tony began. "I didn't receive the same, how shall I put this? gifts from my Italian ancestors that you and apparently my son did. Fully hard, my dick comes in at around 5 inches long and 4 inches around." "I've never been with a man besides Tony," Cristina said suddenly. "And Tony and I have fun, don't get me wrong. Tony is good, and I'm happy with him." Tony interrupted, "But for awhile now we've been wondering what it would be like with another man." "Both of you?" I asked, a little surprised that Tony had wanted to see that. Tony laughed. "I'm okay with what I've got," he said. "I'm not big and I'm fine with that, but I talked to this guy online once who had a massive dick and was offering to fuck other guys' wives for them. I didn't expect it to, but the idea of it really turned me on. I realized that I wanted to see Cristina get fucked by a big dick, a real man's dick." "When Tony suggested it to me," Cristina continued, "I wasn't sure about it at first, but the more he talked about it, the more turned on I got. I wanted to feel what it was like to have something that big inside me and I wanted Tony to be happy." My dick began to chub in my pants as they spoke. The idea of fucking another man's wife while he watched intrigued me. It added a new level of humiliation and control over other men that I hadn't experienced before. "The problem," Tony said, "was that we couldn't find someone appropriate. We didn't want to go with someone online, because that can be pretty sketchy. You never know what those people are like, and we didn't know how to approach anyone else. You can't really go up to a stranger and be like, 'Hey, do you have a big dick? Want to fuck my wife?'" "But then we met you," Cristina said, "and we saw you naked and we knew that you were the right guy. If you were into women, that is, which is why I was so happy to hear that your date last night was with a woman." Cristina smiled at me. As they told me their story, my mind had wandered to what it would be like to do this. Cristina was pretty hot for an older woman. She was small, probably only about 5'2" and 115 pounds. Her breasts were large for her size, though, but seemed real. Tony, too, was an attractive guy for his age. It was obvious that remaining healthy was important to both of them, and the fact that they worked out regularly showed. They were both looking at me, now, waiting for some kind of response. I spoke deliberately to make sure that I fully understood what they were asking. "So what you want is for me to fuck Cristina?" I asked. "Yes," Tony said simply. "But what will you do?" I asked. "I'll watch," Tony said, "and probably jack-off and help in any way I can." This added a new dimension to the scenario. "Any way you can?" I pressed him. Tony blushed. "I would be willing to do more than just watch." I smiled broadly; my dick had grown even fatter. "Nice," I said. "So when do we start?" I reached down and openly adjusted the growing bulge in my khaki pants. Tony and Cristina exchanged big grins and stood up. "Let's go to our bedroom," Tony said. I nodded and rose, my swelling cock creating a very obvious tent. Cristina came over to me and placed her right arm around my waist; her left hand slid over my stomach and came to rest on the crotch of my pants. She squeezed my dick and moaned; we started walking down the hall. Tony and Cristina led the way. Surprisingly, the master bedroom was on the first floor of the house at the back and not upstairs. We entered the bedroom and I sat down on the bed; the two of them stood apart from me and just looked at me. After their initial boldness in even suggesting that we do this, they seemed to have lost courage, so I decided to take charge of the situation. I pulled my shirt off over my head and then stood up and unbuckled my belt. I dropped my pants and underwear and stood naked in front of them. My dick was in between the hard and soft stages, so although it was firm and growing fatter, it was still limp enough to hang down over my wrinkled nutsac. I smiled at them as I reached down and started tugging on my dick. I wrapped my left hand around the base and stroked downward several times, pulling on the growing flesh. With my thumb and index finger, I then pulled on just the head, causing it to swell and flare as my dick inched upwards to its full 9.5" length. Cristina and Tony were focused entirely on my dick, watching my hand glide up and down the shaft, watching my balls bounce and sway. "Am I the only one here who's gonna get naked?" I asked, continuing the slow, deliberate massage of my shaft. They snapped out of their reverie and started removing their clothes. My previous judgments about their bodies were correct. Both remained in good shape for people about 40-years-old. Cristina had a nice shape, with a round ass and narrow waist. Her breasts, although not overly large, looked big on her small body. She had a small belly, which I found very sexy and feminine. Her pussy was as hairless as the rest of her body. I briefly wondered if this was something she did just for me or if she regularly shaved or waxed. By contrast, Tony's flat stomach and chest were covered with dark hair, as were his arms and legs. I was pleased to notice that his back was not hairy. His dick, as he had told me, was indeed quite a bit smaller than my own, probably about the same size as Colin's. My prick, now fully hard and rising proudly from my dark pubes, was nearly twice as long as his and easily twice as thick. "Oh my God," Cristina murmured, coming closer. Tony followed... ******************* I finished shooting and exhaled loudly. "Wow," I said with a grin. "That was fun. You guys can have me over for dinner any time." I looked at my new neighbors, their faces marked with my thick, white load. I wasn't sure what to do next, though, but it occurred to me that given everything that had happened, they might need some time to process. It's not, after all, everyday that a son sees his mother having sex with another man and then fucks his dad's ass. So I said, "Now, I think that I better head out. Give you guys some time alone." I collected my clothes to get dressed, but the three of them didn't move. Finally, without saying a word, Cristina got up onto the bed and lay down again; Tony followed her. "Thanks, Alex," he said with a wave. It seemed like a ridiculous situation and a ridiculous thing to say, but I waved back. Dean stood up and led me out of the room. He very obviously wanted to say something to me. "Dude, that was so awesome," he said, practically giddy. "I can't fucking believe that shit. You're fucking amazing, dude." I just laughed. "Calm down, big guy," I joked. "It was all their idea; I was just the instrument." "And a damn good and big instrument, too," he said, laughing. "Thanks, man," I replied. "I'm glad you had fun." We stopped at the door. "Maybe we can do it again sometime." I winked at him and left to go back to my house. The next day, I headed to my school to speak with Mrs. Richmond, the principal, about helping out with the soccer team. While they mostly needed me in name only as a faculty sponsor, I informed the principal that I would also be willing to help coach if Adam, Coach Grayson's son, needed it. "Thank God you came in and volunteered," Mrs. Richmond said. "I had been planning to get in contact with you at the beginning of the year to see if you were willing, but this is even better, it happening now. We were almost going to have to cancel the trip to the soccer camp at Clemson because neither of the Graysons can go, so we had NO ONE, faculty or otherwise." "Wow! It's a good thing that I ran into Paden and Todd, then," I said. I hadn't told her that I found out about it via a personal message on the Internet, as I felt that such contact might be deemed inappropriate and unprofessional. "Yes, indeed," she said. "Let's go talk to my secretary so that we can get you all the information that you need." The camp would begin in less than two weeks. Fortunately, only 5 of the JV boys were actually attending the camp, so I wouldn't have a lot of students to look out for. I got the list from Mrs. Richmond's secretary and proceeded to contact the students about travel plans. Everything was already in place; I just had to make sure that the boys didn't forget when and where to meet. The departure date arrived, and I met the boys at the airport for the flight to South Carolina. Besides Todd, I recognized Marcus and Evan. Todd and Evan still sported the shaggy brown hair they had at the end of the school year. Marcus looked to have grown a little taller and put on some muscle over the summer. I didn't recognize the other two boys. One of them, who looked too young to be a sophomore, had very short blond hair and was a little skinny, probably about 5'6" tall. I found out that his name was Lyle and he was an incoming freshman. The other, Mike, looked like a paler version of Marcus, with a more upturned nose and smaller mouth. Paden had come with Todd to the airport, and when I came to the group waiting to check in, he and Todd came to shake my hand. "What's up, Mr. A.?" Paden asked, smiling broadly. "Not much," I said, "just can't wait to get going on this trip. It sounds like it should be a blast." "Oh, I'll make sure it is," Todd said. "That's right. They call you Blaster, don't they?" I joked. "I guess that means you'll be making sure that we all have a good time." Paden laughed. "Yeah, Todd," he said. "Take care of old Abs here." I playfully punched Paden in the arm. "Who you calling old, punk?" I asked. "I could still take you." Paden just smiled. After some more small talk, it was time to finish check in and head to the gate. We said good-bye to Paden and made our way through security. The flight left in the late afternoon, so we arrived at the university right at the end of registration for the camp and were given our room assignments. After checking the boys in, I set them loose to find dinner and informed them that curfew that night was 11 o'clock, so I would be going around to check on them. Because we had five students, we knew before we left that one of them would have to share with a student not from our school. That one turned out to be Todd. Todd's roommate wasn't in the room when we arrived, but I assured him that with dorm living he'd get to know his roommate very well in a short period of time once he arrived. I didn't, however, elaborate on what I meant. That night, at curfew, I went around the floor for bed-check to ensure that all my students were where they were supposed to be. Although I normally would have been wearing only boxers or boxerbriefs for bed, I decided that it would be better for me not to walk around the dorm floor in my underwear, so I wore only pajama bottoms. I was free- balling it, so when I walked around the floor, my heavy, soft cock could easily be seen hanging and bouncing in my pants. As I made my rounds, I got a lot of looks, both from students and other adults. They all stopped to look at me when I walked by, eyeing my naked chest and bulging pants. Having been the object of such attention before, I mostly ignored them, although I did my own share of checking out. I was definitely the youngest adult there. All the others that I saw looked to be at least 40 or so years old. The boys, however, were quite good looking, and ranged in age from 14-16. As this was a soccer camp, they were all in fairly good shape. Some, obviously, were more attractive than others. Although the idea of hooking up with some of them occurred to me, I didn't want to get my hopes. I did not, after all, know who these kids were, and we would be in such a close community for the next week or so, that I didn't want any rumors or suspicious talk going around. It seemed too dangerous...not that the danger of it had ever stopped me before. I thought back to my encounter with the blond brothers and James, all three of whom teens that I had met for only a brief time before having sex with them. I came at last to Todd's room, where my 15-year-old student was rooming with some kid that he had never met before. I knocked on the door to make sure that he was in there, and he opened the door wearing nothing but his boxers. I looked him over quickly. Todd was a very skinny boy with messy, wavy, brown hair. His body was smooth, except for his legs, which were quite hairy. His arms were long and skinny without much muscle or definition; his chest was narrow and his pecs were topped with nickel-sized brown nipples. His endowment created a noticeable bulge in his boxers. "Just checking to make sure you were in here like you're supposed to be," I said when he opened the door. "Yep," he said, "I'm here." "Your roommate ever show up?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Todd answered. "Hold up." He turned away from the door and said, "Hey Nelson, c'mere and meet my teacher." I heard the bed squeak as Nelson got off of it and ambled to the door. Todd opened the door a little further and stepped aside. Nelson's eyes got wide when he saw me, and I saw him check me out quickly before regaining his composure. "Nice to meet you," Nelson said, shaking my hand. Nelson was about 5'7" tall, the same size as Todd, and nearly as skinny. He was toned, though, so it was obvious that he worked out, whereas Todd seemed to be a naturally skinny boy. He had brown skin, though, and I assumed he was of Hispanic descent. I found out later that he was part Spanish and part Cuban. One of his most attractive features, though, were his full lips. Immediately, the vision of them wrapped around my fat cock flashed into my head. I smiled. "Same here," I said. "You can call me Mr. A or Abs as some of my students do." I chuckled. "I can see why!" he said. I looked down and rubbed my stomach, grinning. "Alright, well I'm gonna head to bed," I said. "You make sure to take care of Todd," I said to Nelson. "He's a trouble-maker." Nelson laughed. "Okay, I'll keep him in line." "Shut up, Mr. A," Todd said. I laughed. "Okay, see you in the morning. Don't have too much fun." I winked at them and left. When I got back to my room, which during the normal school year would have belonged to the resident advisor, I jacked off thinking about Todd and Paden. The next morning, I got up and headed to the shower, again wearing just my pajama pants. The bathroom was communal, and there were only three shower stalls in it, so I knew that I'd have to get there early if I didn't want to have to wait for a shower. The shower stalls were almost directly in front of the toilet stalls. I got into the shower, leaving the curtain open just slightly. I wasn't shy, and I didn't mind having people check me out, so I figured that I'd make it easier for anyone hoping for a glance. I lathered up my broad chest and ripped abs; I washed my thick, dark hair and soaped up my heavy cock and balls. The heat and fondling as I showered caused my dick to swing lower and fatter than when I had first stepped into the bathroom. I finished showering and flung the curtain open to grab my towel. Standing outside, lined up in front of the toilet stalls waiting to shower, were a number of students. There were audible gasps and a few comments of "Holy shit" and "Damn" when they saw me. Among the students was Nelson, Todd's new roommate, but no one else that I knew by name. I muttered, "Oops," but continued drying myself as though nothing were wrong. I stepped out of the shower to finish drying myself, lifting my leg a little, which gave the boys an even better view of my swinging beef, if they wanted it. It seemed that at least one of them did, as I thought that that Nelson was watching me intently. I wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed my pj's off the hook, and left the room. My semi-hard dick created a tent in the towel and swayed beneath the soft cotton as I walked. It hadn't occurred to me that there might be people waiting for the stall, but I knew that even if I had actually thought about it, it wouldn't have changed the way I acted. I didn't mind showing off, and the best way to see if any of the boys were interested in doing anything would be to show them what I had to offer, so that they could make the first move. That wasn't the thought process I had going in, but it certainly seemed possible that I acted subconsciously in the hope of bringing the interested ones, if there were any, out of the woodwork. The first full day of the camp had the students and coaches involved in separate sessions for the day, so I didn't see any of my students until later that night at dinner. I ran into them in the cafeteria, and we sat together to chat. The general consensus seemed to be that it was a good day. The next day, we would actually be working together, the coaches and the students. After dinner, I walked back to the dorm with Todd. "So you and Paden are pretty good friends?" I asked. "He's like my best friend, yeah," Todd said. "Really? That kinda surprises me. I always thought that he and Colin were pretty close." "Well, they are," Todd answered, "but me and Paden have known each other forever. If you asked Paden who his best friend is, he'd say me, and I'd say him." "That's cool," I said. "I guess that I just never see you and Paden together. That's kind of funny. I always thought that you and Gary were best friends and Paden and Colin were, just based on what I saw in class, but I guess that's just 'cause you and Gary are in the same class and Paden and Colin are." "Yeah, I guess so," Todd chuckled. We had made it back to the dorm and Todd was walking with me to my room as we chatted. "So 'Blaster', huh?" I asked. "How'd you get that name?" Todd responded, "So 'Grosso', huh? How'd you get that name?" "Oh, that's easy," I said. "'Grosso' means 'fat' in Italian and I was fat when I was a kid, so that's what they called me." "I don't buy it," Todd said. "I think there's a better story there. You're not a kid anymore and you aren't fat." I winked at him. "Maybe, but what about yours?" "Paden gave it to me. Used to call me 'Blast Man', but then it changed to 'Blaster'." "Yeah, but why?" I asked. Todd just grinned. "Why should I tell you? You won't tell me yours." "Good point," I said. By this time, we had made it back to my room. I was lying down on the bed, and Todd sat at the desk. "Okay, you tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine." "No way," Todd said. "You go first. I don't trust you." I laughed. "Good, I don't trust you, either. How about we make a bet, then?" "Okay," Todd agreed apprehensively. "Do you play cards?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, "but what are we gonna play with only two people?" "We can play spades," I said. "You know how?" "Okay, yeah. So what are the terms?" he asked. "We play one game. First one to 500 wins. Loser tells his story first." "Sounds good," Todd agreed. I got off the bed and pulled the deck of cards out of my bag. We sat in front of each other on the floor, and I shuffled the deck. We then took turns drawing and discarding cards from the deck until we each had a full hand. I was a little nervous about this bet. I fully intended to be honest with Todd about my nickname, but I wasn't sure if it was actually a good idea. How would he respond to it? Fortunately, I was an excellent card player and was pretty sure that I would win, so it would be up to Todd to tell me his story first. Based on what he said, I would be able to judge how he would respond to my story. As I expected, I won the game, and when I took the last trick putting me over the 500- point mark, I smiled at Todd. "You lose, Blaster," I said. "Start talking." Todd groaned. "Alright, alright." I wasn't sure if he was going to be honest or not, but part of me figured that he would be. He obviously didn't have a problem playing around with other guys, as evidenced by what had happened between him, Paden, and others, and he obviously wasn't shy, as evidenced by the fact that he told me that he and Paden were jerking each other off (whether it was true or not). "Here goes," he said with a heavy sigh. "I don't know if I should really tell you." "It's okay, Todd," I said. "I'm not really in a position to judge anything you say. And after all, as soon as you finish yours, I gotta tell you mine." "Okay," he said. "A year or so ago, the summer right before 8th grade started, was when I got the nickname. Me and Paden were hanging out as usual, but things were a little different. Paden had grown--a lot--and so had Gary. They were taller than everyone else, and their voices had already changed all the way. The four of us, Paden, Gary, Colin, and I, usually hung out quite a bit during the summer. Colin and I weren't quite at the same place as the other two, but I was on my way. So one night, we were all spending the night at my house, and I don't know why, but I really wanted to see how big Paden's dick was. I kind of wanted to see Gary, too, but I was closer to Paden, and I wanted to see him more. So what I did was sneak into my older brother's room and snag one of his porn videos for us to watch." He blushed bright red. I smiled and said, "Okay, so the four of you used to hang out quite a bit, and puberty hit Paden and Gary a little harder and earlier than you and Colin, and you suddenly decided you wanted to see them?" Todd blushed again. "Well, I had started jerking off before then, but the four of us had never really talked about it except to make fun of each other, and I wanted to know if they did it, too, and see how I measured up." "Okay, I guess I understand," I said. "General curiosity." "Yeah," Todd said, "so we're hanging out in my room and it's kind of late. My parents are already in bed down the hall and my brother's gone, so I bring up the idea of the video, and I'm like, 'So have any of you ever seen a porn before?' and they're like, 'What?' I tell them that I got a video out of my bro's room, and Gary is like, 'Dude, put it on," so I did. We're all sitting there watching it, kinda nervous and giggling. I think we were all a little afraid to show that we enjoyed it, 'cause no one wanted to be made fun of. "So finally I get up the guts to suggest jerking off, and I'm like, 'You guys, I gotta beat off.' Paden looks over at me, a little shocked, and Gary says, 'What?' So I say, 'This is really hot, I gotta jack off.' 'Do what you gotta do, man,' Paden says. I stand up and drop my pants, showing my hard dick. I think I was like 4.5" back then, but I already had big balls. Colin was like, 'Yeah, I am too," and also dropped his pants. He was like 3.5" back then. 'What's the matter?' he asked Paden and Gary. 'Afraid?' Paden blushed. 'I dunno if I should,' Paden said. 'Let's do it,' Gary said and stripped off his shorts. He was the biggest so far, measuring in at like 6 inches. My heart was beating a little faster. Only Paden was left. 'C'mon, Paden,' I urged him. 'Everyone else has. I bet you don't have anything to be shy about.' Paden blushed deeper. 'Alright,' he agreed and stood up. His shorts had a huge tent in them. I swallowed, watching his hands undo his belt and the button on his shorts, then slide the zipper over his very large, obvious bulge. He dropped his shorts and pulled down his boxers, revealing his dick. It was bigger than Gary's, already measuring 6.5 or 7 inches long. 'Holy shit,' Colin said. 'Damn, man," Gary said. 'I can't believe you're bigger than me.' 'Shut up, dude,' Paden said. 'Chill, Paden,' I said. 'It's cool. Don't be embarrassed.'" "Wow," I said. "How old were you guys at the time?" "Me and Colin had just turned 13, but Gary and Paden had been 13 for several months already, so they were a little older, I guess." My dick was growing as Todd told his story, and my pants were getting tighter. I could clearly see in my mind these four students of mine, two years earlier, sitting around watching a porn, their dicks hard in their hands. I could understand and remember the feeling of embarrassment and excitement at being naked and hard in front of someone for the first time, the burgeoning sexuality and sexual energy sparking between them. I could see Paden standing there, bigger than the others, and self-conscious about it--that Paden I remembered from the beginning of the year when I first met him, shy and quiet. "Cool," I said, reaching down to adjust myself. Todd's eyes followed my hand movements. "Keep talking." "So at first, we're all sitting there jerking off, trying hard to focus our eyes on the TV instead of each other. I really wanted to watch the other guys, not the video anymore, but I think that we were all too nervous to do it. No one wanted to be called a fag. I guess it seemed okay to be jacking off together as long as we were looking at the video and not each other. I heard Paden moan, and so I turned to look at him. He looked back at me, and then turned away quickly. I looked at him, his body was taller and muscular than mine, and his dick was so big. I watched him stroking his dick. We were all sitting next to each other. I was on one end with Gary right next to me, then there was Paden and Colin, so when I turned to look at Paden, I saw the others, too. Gary was focused intently on the video, watching some porn slut get gangbanged. Colin was using his first two fingers to stroke his small dick, which was incredibly stiff and red. He too was looking toward the TV, but I saw him look in Paden's direction out of the corner of his eye. Paden's eyes were now closed as he jacked off, and as I got hornier, I no longer cared what anyone thought. I wanted to see Paden, so I turned away from the TV to face him more directly. "'Like what you see, Colin?' Gary asked. 'What?' he said. Gary continued, 'You've been looking at us more than the video,' he said. 'No way!' Colin protested. 'Todd's the one who's been looking at everyone.' 'Oh yeah?' Gary said. 'So you both like looking at us, huh? Checking out our big dicks?' Colin and I both blushed. 'Leave 'em alone, Gary,' Paden said. 'They're just looking. It's cool.' 'Yeah, I guess so, but maybe they also want to touch.' I swallowed hard. I did want to touch, but I never would have said it. I wanted to feel someone else's dick in my hands, especially one as big as Gary or Paden. 'Do you wanna touch, Colin?' Gary asked snidely. 'Wanna feel another dude's piece?' He waved his dick at him. I don't know why Gary was so focused on Colin, but for some reason, he was being a real ass to him." "So what happened?" I asked, now openly rubbing myself through my pants. Todd sat across from me, also struggling to keep his erection contained. "Colin just nodded," Todd answered, "and then we all got into a circle. I stroked Paden's cock while he stroked mine, and Gary and Colin stroked each other. Colin looked ecstatic as he touched Gary's big dick for the first time. 'Haven't had to stroke one this small since I was a kid,' Gary joked as he felt up Colin's rigid little dick. 'Shut up,' Colin muttered, but continued pulling Gary's pud. I felt a spark of electricity rise through my body as my fingers closed around Paden's long, fat cock for the first time. I let out an involuntarily groan when I felt his big, 13-year-old cock throb in my hand. We stroked each other for awhile, occasionally saying things like, 'Squeeze tighter, pull harder.' It was weird jerking someone else off, 'cause it was impossible to tell whether you were squeezing too hard or putting the right amount of pressure on his cock, but I loved it. "After a few minutes of this, we changed positions, and I was now across from Paden, as he and Colin jerked each other while Gary and I jerked each other. In this position, I got to watch Paden's face as he got a hand job from Colin. When he grabbed Colin's dick he said, 'I don't think there's anything wrong with your dick, Colin. It's a good size.' It was nice of him, I thought, since Colin had been so embarrassed by what Gary had said. So the four of us continued stroking each other. I watched Paden's eyes open and close as Colin stroked him. Colin's hips started to buck wildly as his orgasm approached. 'You're gonna make me cum,' he muttered to Paden, who kept stroking. One rope of thin, watery cum shot out of Colin's dick and was followed by several dribbles of cum. 'That the best you got?' Gary asked, before shooting his own load. It was more impressive than Colin's, but still not very large. Two shots of cum erupted from his dick, followed by some thick dribble. "Colin kept jerking off Paden even after he came, but Paden let go of Colin's dick and was now playing with his own balls as Colin stroked him. I had been watching Paden intently, studying his face as his friend played with his big dick. I was thrusting my cock through Gary's hand, my big balls swinging up and down as I got closer to busting my nut. I saw Paden's face screw up into a look of pleasure and he let out a strangled groan. I watched his dick expand in Colin's small hand; I watched the head swell and his piss slit open, and then he shot. He shot about as much as Gary had, maybe a little more. Three loads of cum now collected on the carpet between us. "I was very close now and knew what was coming, but the others had no idea. I had never seen anyone else cum before, so I didn't know that the way I shot was unusual, until that moment when I saw the three of them shoot. I pushed Gary's hand off my dick and stroked myself, looking at each of my friends in turn, studying their bodies, and the way their softening dicks now hung, Paden and Gary hanging noticeably more than Colin. I grunted loudly and started cumming. My first three shots flew across the circle, hitting Paden in the stomach with audible splats. I shot three more thick wads into the puddle that was already on the floor before my remaining load oozed out of my cock. "Paden's eyes grew wide when my first shot hit him in the stomach, and all three looked amazed when I finished cumming. 'Holy shit!' Gary said. 'That was fucking awesome! I didn't think people could cum like that.' I blushed and said, 'I didn't know it was that big of a deal. Until like right now seeing you guys I thought everyone shot like me.' 'I think that you shot more than the rest of us combined,' Colin said. 'I can't believe that I could actually hear it when it hit Paden. Wow.' 'I think that I'm gonna start calling you Blastman from now on,' Paden said. 'That was a wicked load, man, except for the mess you made on me.' 'Imagine having to deal with that every night,' I joked. 'I have fuckin' dried cum on my headboard, and I go through more towels than anyone.' We laughed at that." "Damn," I said, "that does sound impressive. My dick was now completely hard, and I was feeling very uncomfortable in my pants. What happened then?" "Well, as soon as the afterglow or whatever wore off, we all got a bit quiet. I was feeling a bit guilty about it, like maybe we had done something wrong, and I think the others did, too. We put our shorts back on and went to sleep. The next day, no one talked about what happened, although Paden did call me Blastman and eventually Blaster. Colin, Paden, and me did get together a couple more times that summer, but Gary didn't. When school started, I didn't see Gary or Colin much as they went to a private school for middle school. When Colin was at his mom's house, he lived close to Paden, so they started to get together on their own, and me and Paden were getting together on our own. When we could, we'd still get together as a group and bring in other guys, too. Occasionally, Gary would get involved again, but not very often. He always said that he thought Colin was 'too faggy' whatever that meant. I guess he thought that the rest of us were just having fun, but that Colin was actually gay." "Sounds like it was a good thing that you snagged that video from your brother's room," I suggested. "Oh, yeah," Todd agreed. "Paden, I think, felt a little weird about it, but he liked doing it, so we continued. He was embarrassed to be so much bigger throughout 8th grade, but I thought it was hot. He didn't like people to know about it and he was shy about it. When we'd be in a group with new people, he'd always be really self-conscious about getting attention for having the biggest dick. He's been more into it this year, though. I don't know why. And I think that he and Colin have gotten over any guilt that they used to have and even moved on to other stuff. I don't know how they got over it, though." I smiled, knowing why they had gotten over it. I remembered the sense of embarrassment and guilt that the boys projected during our initial encounters, but I had done my best to make them feel comfortable, and I think that knowing that someone older than they that they respected also did it (and wasn't gay), made them feel better about it. "So how often do you guys still get together?" I asked. "Not as much as we used to," Todd answered. "I think we're kind of growing out of it. I mean, I know that I'm not gay and neither is Paden, even though we've gone a little further than just jacking each other off." I raised my eyebrow and Todd blushed, but didn't admit what I knew had also happened, namely that they had also sucked each other off. "I don't know about Colin. Whether he's gay or not, he's a good little cocksucker." Todd laughed, and so did I, thinking, "Yeah, tell me about it." Todd and I were silent for a few minutes, neither of us acknowledging the fact that the other was very obviously hard. Finally, Todd said, "Your turn, Mr. A." I smiled and stood up. "Okay, Todd," I said, "but I gotta take these off. They're getting a little tight." Todd laughed. "Yeah, me too." He stood up and faced me. We both unbuttoned and dropped our pants, exposing our tented underwear. I wore boxerbriefs; Todd wore boxers. I winked at him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down over my hard cock. Todd gasped when he saw my dick for the first time, fully hard and 9.5" long, thick as a Coke can. "Holy shit, Mr. A," he said. "That's the fattest dick I've ever seen." I laughed. "Yeah, and now you can begin to understand where I got my nickname." Todd had also dropped his boxers, revealing his hard nearly 7" cock. "I see you've grown since 8th grade." Todd smiled. "Yep, quite a bit, actually. So start talking." We sat down on the floor again, my hard dick rising up to my chest and my balls sagging to the floor. "Alright," I said, "I'll tell you my story now. "Growing up, I was fat," I began, "and so my family called me 'Grosso' when I was a baby. I was fat until I was about 10 or 11, and then I started exercising with a cousin of mine, and I guess I hit puberty a little after that, 'cause I started growing. Then, my cousin moved away, but I continued working out. By the time I was 13, I had developed a pretty nice little body and lost most of my baby fat. I had gotten taller, and my dick had started growing. I had never been shy about being naked, even when I was fat kid, but when I started getting older my parents talked to me about being more modest. I did what they wanted around the house, but in the gym and locker-room at school, I saw no reason to be shy. When they were too shy in 7th and 8th grade to get into the communal shower after gym and tried to hide their stuff, I was strutting around the locker-room naked or in just my briefs. Once I started growing, I knew fairly early on that my dick was bigger than the other guys' dicks at school, and they knew it, too. I liked to gauge their reactions to my size and compare myself to everyone else. I guess I was kind of the opposite of Paden. Any embarrassment that I felt early on about being a big guy went away quickly when I realized the effect it could have on others. "I started jacking off when I was 12, I think, and figured out how to do it quite by accident. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it really was an accident. I didn't know exactly how to make myself cum. For a while, I thought it involved just getting a hard-on and then after a certain period of time had passed, you'd shoot. I tried it again and again, but nothing ever happened. So I'd sit there with my dick completely hard and wait. Sometimes, I'd try to force something out, but nothing every came out except maybe a little piss. Finally, one day I was reading (in a religious tract of all things) about how 'stimulation' to the genitals, i.e. masturbation, was wrong. And then it hit me, I actually needed to DO stuff to my dick to cum." Todd was laughing at this point, and I didn't blame him. I remembered how na•ve I had been. I said, "Yeah, it's kind of stupid. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. The irony, though, is that I learned how to do it from reading a religious book telling me NOT to do it." I continued, "So one day, I was in the bathtub and started playing with my cock. I was using shampoo 'cause it made it easier to stroke. Suddenly, I started feeling REALLY good, and I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, and I shot, and it BURNED. I panicked, thinking that shampoo or something had gotten into my dick. But the burning went away, and the next day, I tried it again. This time, I shot without the burning sensation. I was relieved, and soon I was jacking off almost every day. "My cousin's family had only moved about an hour away, so although I wasn't able to see him as much as I used to before they moved, we still saw each other a couple of times a month, usually when our parents got together to go out and we were left home alone or with one of our older brothers. My cousin was a few months older than I was, and he had an older brother about 3 years older than we were. My aunt, my mom's sister, was Italian (obviously), but she had married a Mexican guy, and so my cousins were half-Mexican and half-Italian. The older one was quite dark, taking after my uncle's Mexican heritage, but the younger one, Ben, was much lighter skinned, more like the Northern Italian complexion of my mom's side of the family. They created an interesting contrast. "One weekend when they came to visit, my cousins had me follow them to the basement and into my one of my older brothers' rooms. The older one pulled a bunch of magazines out from under my brother's bed. I had never seen them before, but they were Penthouse Letters magazines. That night, we spent a couple of hours in my brother's room reading the letters aloud to each other. We didn't do anything about our hard-ons, though, but later, alone in my room, I jerked off thinking about what we had read. "This continued for awhile. Every time they visited, Ben and I would get magazines from my brother's room and read them lying together on my bed. One summer, when he had turned 14 and I was still 13, Ben got brave and pulled his dick out while I was reading one of the letters. There was a column in the magazine called "Madame Xaviera" or something like that, and the picture with the column was a close-up of a woman applying lipstick, and the lipstick was in the shape of a cock, head and all. Ben pulled out his dick and was like, 'Look, this part is like the head of my cock' and he indicated the tip of the lipstick and then the head of his dick. "I remember that his dick was quite smooth and a very light brown color. I also remember that it was smaller than my own. For the past year, I had noticed that I was bigger than most guys my age, but it never occurred to me that I might also be bigger than older guys, like my cousin. Following his lead, I also pulled out my dick. "'Holy shit, Alex,' he said. 'I think you're bigger than I am!' I just kind of laughed and said, 'Yeah, I think so, too!' My cousin's dick was probably about 5.5" long and average thickness at the time. It had a great shape and was proportional, but my dick was noticeably bigger. I was about 6.5" long at that time, maybe closer to 7, and already 6" thick. I noticed him staring at it, and it was the first time it occurred to me that a big dick could mean power over people. We were no longer reading the letters, but were instead jerking our cocks together. Finally, I said, 'Wanna touch it, Ben?' He swallowed and said, 'Yeah, I do, Alex.' He reached out and grabbed my cock. He started stroking both of us. I lay down on the bed with my legs spread; he knelt between them and jerked both our dicks. He kept talking about how thick my cock was and how big it was, and how he couldn't believe I was already so big and younger than he was. I loved hearing him talk about my dick and how much he liked it and how impressed he was by it." Todd sat across from me, openly stroking his dick as I spoke, relaying the story of how my cousin jerked me off for the first time. My own dick remained completely stiff and was leaking profuse amounts of precum down the corpulent shaft and onto my sagging balls. I started jacking off while I continued telling the story. I chuckled a little. "I guess I never got over enjoying hearing people talk about my dick like that. It's nice to be appreciated. So Ben jacked us both off, and I remember watching his face, the way he stared intently at my dick, examining it as he stroked. He was focused entirely on my cock and was stroking me hard and fast. Ben came first, shooting his load on my cock and stomach, which was just beginning to show the signs of the six- pack that I have today. Ben's load was pretty good, about 3 good shots right onto my shaft. It was the first time I had seen another guy shoot, and I loved it. I loved seeing the cum fire out of his dick, and I loved feeling it land on my own dick. He used his cum to lube me up and finished jerking me off, using his free hand to play with my balls. I came, the biggest load of my life to that point. I shot probably four ropes of cum onto my chest before dribbling out the rest onto my stomach to join the puddle Ben had left there. 'Wow,' Ben muttered, 'you even cum more than I do.' I just laughed. 'I've never shot like that before! That was awesome.' We jerked off two more times that night." "Damn," Todd said. "That's hot. I can't believe you were like that when you were 13." I chuckled a little. "Sure you can. Paden is like that now." "Well, yeah," Todd agreed. "Physically he is, but he didn't have the attitude that goes along with it until this year. You were like two years younger and already had that cocky attitude." "I guess it just came naturally to me," I said. "Anything else happen between you guys?" Todd asked, still jerking his dick. "Yeah," I said. "We continued jacking off together, and eventually I flat out asked my cousin if he wanted to blow me, and he did, if I agreed to blow him back. So we started exchanging blow jobs instead of hand jobs when we saw each other. I never thought of myself as gay, as I refused to swallow his cum, but he always swallowed mine, and I only agreed to do him, so that he would do me. As I got older, I realized that I was bi, but a top. I liked getting head, and I loved fucking, but I didn't like getting fucked. I also realized that I liked blowing guys as long as I didn't have to swallow their cum. I don't like the taste of cum, except..." I started to say "Colin's", but stopped myself. "Nevermind. I enjoy getting people off, men and women, and I love to watch a guy shoot his load, especially if he cums big. I don't know why, though. I guess because it was so hot that first time, seeing my cousin getting off on the fact that my dick was so big." "Shit, man," Todd said. "That's so fucking hot." We were both up on our knees now stroking our dicks together. I watched Todd stroking his dick, nearly 7" long at age 15, with his hairless teen nuts swinging between his legs. His thin arm flexed as he slid his hand up and down the shaft. Todd's eyes were focused on my fat cock, watching as I slide my big hand up the long shaft, rubbed my thumb around the flared, swollen head, and then brought my hand back down to the thick base. "No one had called me 'Grosso' for a couple of years at that time, but the next day, my cousin referred to me as 'Grossone', which means like 'big and fat' and my brother was like, 'What did he call you?' I just laughed it off and said it was a private joke. After that, though, I told Ben that he should probably just call me 'Grosso' if he was gonna do that, and if anyone asked why, say for sentimental reasons from when I was younger. Pretty soon, my family was calling me 'Grosso' again, even though I was no longer fat, but only Ben really knew the reason why. I tell it to a few other people, too." We were still stroking. Our dicks were making wet, sloshy noises as we pulled on our precum slick poles. I really wanted to see Todd shoot. It sounded like he could cum like I did, and perhaps even more and further. We were focused on each other jacking his own dick, the only noise the sound of our hands sliding up and down our slick shafts. "Hey, Todd," I said, as I felt my orgasm approaching. "Think you can outshoot me?" "What do you mean?" he breathed. "Well," I grunted. "You know how me and Paden compare with cock sizes, right? I also bust a pretty big nut like you do. Wanna see who's the bigger shooter here?" He groaned. "How?" "Hold on," I said and stopped stroking. I had brought an extra sheet with me, because I wasn't sure if the university would provide linens. I pulled the sheet out of my bag and laid it down on the floor. I knelt down at the edge of it and motioned for Todd to join me. The sheet was blue, so it would show the distance nicely. We knelt next to each other, quickly stroking our dicks. Precum was leaking from both our cockheads and dribbling down onto the sheet beneath us. We were looking at each other, watching each other's balls bounce and cocks throb and leak as we jacked off together, me and my 15-year-old student, with a bigger than average cock and cum loaded balls. I waved my dick at Todd, showing him the full length and thickness of it. "Oh shit," he grunted. "Here it goes." He pulled his hand down hard against the base of his dick and started shooting. His first shot of cum flew out of his dick, one long rope that landed more than 3 feet away from us on the sheet. "Holy fuck," I groaned, seeing Todd shoot, and I also exploded, sending my first shot rocketing from my throbbing cockhead; it was immediately followed by another, thicker wad. I fired 9 or 10 more shots of cum, landing at various distances on the sheet. Todd, too, fired a good load of cum. I wasn't able to count his, but I could hear both our wads splatting down on the sheet that I had spread out on the floor. I finished cumming and milked the last few drops out of my softening cock onto the sheet. I looked over at Todd, whose dick was now hanging limply over his balls. "I think I won, Mr. A," he said, pointing at the sheet. Indeed he had. His furthest shot was about a foot beyond mine, very near the 4-foot mark. "Damn, man," I said. "I've never met anyone who could shoot further than I could. I think I shot more, though." My side of the sheet did look messier, but the sheet was so splattered with cum that it wasn't easy to tell who had actually shot the bigger load. "Maybe," he said, "but no one's every shot more than me before." "Yeah, well, like I said, no one's ever shot further than me, either, but there's always a first time." I winked at him. He laughed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said incredulously "How about we do this again tomorrow and test volume, then?" I suggested. "How?" he asked. "We could do it a couple of ways," I said. "We can either jerk into condoms and see who fills one up the most, or we can jerk into a glass and see who fills it the most. I vote for condoms, 'cause there's less mess. In the glass, with the force of our shots, there's a chance we'd end up blasting it right up and out of the glass again." Todd laughed loudly. "True, true. But won't it be hard to tell who filled the condom more?" "I don't think so," I said, "but we could jerk into condoms and then pour the spew into a glass." "Okay," Todd agreed. "I won the distance contest. Get ready for me to win the volume contest tomorrow, too." "In your dreams," I joked. "No way that you shoot more than I do." "We'll see," he said with a sly wink. "So no jerking off until tomorrow night, and we'll see how busts the bigger nut after dinner. Agreed?" "Agreed," Todd said. "Alright, well you better get dressed and go to your room. It'll be curfew soon." "Okay, Grosso," Todd said with a wink. "Shut up, Blaster," I said, laughing. Todd left my room, and I was glad to have finally satisfied my curiosity and confirmed my suspicions about how he got his nickname. Todd had been so open and willing to talk about it and then to jack off together, that I wondered if perhaps Paden had told him about me and what we had done together. The next night, I decided that I would ask for more information about what they had done besides jerk off together. ******************* What'd you think? As I said, I think it's one of my weaker stories, but better things are coming, I promise! It also introduces a new character, which fulfills another promised cameo. As noted in the introduction, this is the abridged version of the story. The full version contains straight sex and incest. If you wish to read that version, please join my Yahoo! Group, where you can read it and the bi versions of other chapters. To get updates as soon as I've finished them (and to ensure that you receive any non-Mr. A stories that I write), I suggest joining my Yahoo! Group. 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