Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 23:42:25 -0400 From: alessandro abbondanti <email@example.com> Subject: mr a and his boys: teaching coach spin 1 Finally! I'm back! So I didn't exactly have the time during the 4th quarter of school to work on any new chapters as I thought I would. My apologies. Unfortunately, I don't know how regular my updates will be over the summer, either. I'm teaching a summer class and I'm also taking a couple of classes that I need to get my full certification. I have told myself, however, that I will set aside one day a week to work on a new post (whether a new chapter in this story or a new story altogether). This chapter continues a storyline involving Mr. A., Colin, and Brad/Coach Spin that was begun two chapters ago in "The Club" and continued in the last chapter "More Fun with Colin". If you don't remember what happened, you might want to go back and read them. And if this is the first of my series that you've read, then I would encourage you to go back and read the others. I'm a little out of practice with this whole thing (it has been two months after all), so please be forgiving of any problems! Comments and suggestions welcome, as always. See the end for a note about a mailing list. 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.) ******************* The next day, I went to see Mr. Harris so that I could find out what he knew about Brad's plan on Friday. "Hey, Ron," I said, entering his office. "Hey, big man," Ron replied with a wink. I smiled. "Yeah, yeah," I said, shrugging it off. "It's a curse." We both laughed. "That was quite a show that you put on last week," Ron said, moving over to his door to shut it. "Thanks," I said. "I do my best with my gifts." "Brad wasn't too happy, though," Ron said. "Yeah," I replied, "but that's what happens when you try to mess with me. I warned him before I took action." "No, no," Ron said quickly. "I'm not blaming you. That punk needed someone to put him in his place, and you were the right someone." There was a pause, and then Ron asked, "So any chance of us catching a repeat performance sometime?" "I'm not sure, but possibly," I said. "I don't know if I like the idea of the Club that much. It's too set up and seems kinda dangerous, but I might be back. Speaking of the Club, though, is there a meeting tomorrow night by chance?" "No, not that I know of, although Brad did ask if the portable would be open. Why do you ask?" I proceeded to explain to Ron my relationship with Colin and what had happened with Brad recently. I concluded, "So I'm a little suspicious and worried that he's asking Colin to come to a special 'make-up' practice on Friday afternoon." "You have good reason to be worried, Alex," Ron began. "Brad was pretty upset about what happened the other night, but I didn't think that he'd be stupid enough to put the whole thing in jeopardy. If Colin decides to report him, we're all fucked." "That's what I'm thinking, although I doubt that Colin would do that. I'm more concerned about Colin's well being. I mean, not only sexually, but if Brad is pushing people too hard in class, they could seriously get hurt," I responded. "True," Ron agreed, "and unfortunately, you have cause to worry. You may have noticed that the Aarons and Reilly were especially eager in helping you out last week. That's because Brad tried something similar with them--really kinda forced them into giving it up by threatening to tell their parents what they were doing at the Club and shit like that. Fortunately, they're committed to the Club and didn't tell anyone, but I could see that they were very happy to have you put Brad in his place." "What should we do? We can't exactly go to the principal and say, 'Hey, you know that empty portable? We've been using it to fuck students, but now one of the coaches has gotten jealous and gone crazy. Mind helping us out?'" Ron laughed. "I guess that we can't." I sighed. "I suppose that I could try talking to him or just show up at the portable tonight." "Try talking to him first," Ron said. "If that doesn't work, then I guess that you should just go down there and try to stop it. I don't know what else to say, because we can't really go beyond this room." "Yeah, you're right," I said, nodding. "I guess that I'll try to find Brad." "Good luck and be careful," he cautioned. "This could be bad for everyone." "Thanks, Ron," I said and set out to find Brad. It was before school, and there weren't many students at the building, so Brad wouldn't be monitoring the halls, yet. Instead, I set out for the gym, where I knew that he shared an office with a couple of the other coaches. I knocked on his door and entered without waiting for a response. Brad was sitting at his desk and looked up at the sound of my knuckles rapping on the wood. His face turned bright red immediately when he saw me. "What the fuck do you want?" he demanded. "Whoa, Brad," I said, "watch the language, buddy. We're in a school, after all." "Very funny," he snapped back, "but it doesn't answer my question. Why are you in my office?" "I just thought that we should talk about the other night," I said casually, strolling into his office to stand in front of his desk. I saw his eyes dart from my face to my crotch and back again. "There's nothing to talk about," he said angrily, his eyes flashing as they met mine. "Sure there is, Brad," I said. "I humiliated you in front of all those people and I feel bad about it." His eyes fell back to my crotch. "Do I have something on my pants, Brad?" I asked, looking down and grabbing myself as though to check. I squeezed my cock through my pants and looked up at him, smirking. "Your eyes keep going back there." "Shut the fuck up," Brad replied, getting angrier. He stood up and came around to the front of his desk where I was standing. "I'm just asking, man, sorry," I said, raising my hands and backing away slightly. "Didn't mean to touch a nerve!" "Listen, Alex," he said, moving closer. "You humiliated me the other night in front of students and colleagues, and I'm going to get you back." His body was pressed almost next to mine. "Why you standing so close to me?" I asked. "You want a kiss or something?" I knew that my approach wasn't the best for convincing him not to try something with Colin, but I also had a feeling that the problem was not so much with me humiliating him as much as it was with how he felt about it, namely that in the end, he had enjoyed it. Whatever he was planning with Colin was just an attempt to reestablish the control that he had given up. By playing on that, I was making him angry, and I had a feeling that he would slip up and say something. "Fuck you, Alex," he spat. "I'm not a faggot." "Never said you were, bud," I replied, pushing forward so that my crotch accidentally touched his hand; his fingers twitched. "Just asking why you're up in my face." Brad backed away. "Listen, I'm gonna get back at you for what you did. I can't do anything to you, but your boy..." He trailed off. "Brad," I said, "I'm sorry for what happened, but you shouldn't have tried anything with me, and what you're thinking about doing to get back at me isn't smart. You can't make them do something that they don't want to do. It's dangerous, and we could all end up in trouble, including you." "You made me!" Brad shouted. "I think that you wanted it, Brad," I said. "You opened your mouth, you opened your legs, you stayed hard the whole time." "Yeah," Brad retorted. "I wanted it just like your boy wants it, and you gave it to me the same way that I'm gonna give it to him. Now get the fuck out of my office." "Okay, Brad," I said, turning to the door, "but remember: I'm very protective of my things." I walked out and headed back toward Mr. Harris' office. "How'd it go?" Ron asked when I entered his office. "Not well," I said. "I think that I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands." Ron smiled. "Sounds like it could be interesting. What do you need?" "I need you to send the Aarons and Reilly to me as soon as possible and to get me a key to that portable," I replied. "No problem," Ron said, turning to his computer to look up the schedules for the Aarons and Reilly. "I'll send them to you first period. That's when you have planning right? And it starts in about 15 minutes." Ron then opened his desk drawer and pulled out a key ring. He removed one, a dirty looking key that resembled a house key more than one of our classroom keys. He handed it over to me. "Good luck," he said, "and let me know how it goes." "Thanks, Ron," I said. "I appreciate your help." I left his office and headed to my classroom to wait for the Aarons and Reilly. I wasn't quite sure what my plan was, yet, but I figured that a few, well-built upperclassmen with a grudge against Brad might be a good start. Colin would obviously have to be involved somehow, as well as, I hoped, Paden. I would talk with them after class, though. Shortly after the bell rang for 1st period to begin, the Aarons and Reilly showed up at my door. "You wanted to see us, Mr. A.?" senior Aaron asked, sticking out his hand for me to shake. "Yeah, guys, thanks for coming," I said and then explained to them the situation with Coach Spin and Colin. "So what I need," I concluded, "is for you all to help me teach Coach Spin a lesson. Apparently he didn't learn last time." Junior Aaron and Reilly looked at each other and smiled. "Hell yeah," Reilly said. "We'll help you. We've been talking about what you did to him the other night and how much he deserved it. We'd love to have another chance with him. We owe him." The three laughed. "Good," I said. "I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen, yet, but if y'all show up at the portable at, like, 4:45, that'd be good. We can get everything ready for when he arrives at 5." "No problem, Mr. A.," senior Aaron said. "We'll be there," added junior Aaron. "Thanks, y'all," I said and signed their passes back to class. Now, I just had to wait until 6th period to talk to Colin and Paden. I knew that Colin would have had Brad's class by the time that he got to 6th period, so I waited anxiously to find out if anything had happened. Sixth period finally came. Paden and Colin arrived together. Colin looked angry again. They stopped by my desk, but before either could say anything, I asked them both to stay after class for a few minutes. After class, I pulled them into my office and shut the door most of the way. "What's going on, Mr. A.?" Paden asked. Before I could respond, Colin interrupted. "I'm getting really nervous, Abs. I don't know what Coach Spin is thinking about this afternoon. He was really weird in class today. He kept looking at me and reminded me like 10 times about the 'make-up practice' this afternoon." "Calm down, Colin," I said, rubbing his shoulder. He winced again; his shoulders still hurt. "Do you know what Colin's talking about, Paden?" I asked. "Yeah, he kind of filled me in last night," Paden replied. "Well," I said, "we're not going to let anything happen to Colin, right?" Paden nodded. "So what we're going to do is show up ahead of Coach Spin and have a little surprise waiting for him. You two do whatever you normally do after school, but be at the portable at about 4:45, so we can be ready." By this time, my 7th period was arriving, and the bell was close to ringing. I gave passes to Paden and Colin and sent them out. "What was that about?" Derek asked when the other two left. I was still angry with Derek for revealing my relationship with Colin to Brad, so I responded with, "Don't worry about it" and ignored his remaining questions. Seventh period and the afternoon passed quickly. At about 4:30, I headed down to the portable. I hoped that everything would work out as it had in my head. The other boys arrived as scheduled, and I introduced them to one another. Paden, I noticed, was nearly the same size as the upperclassmen, while Colin was still much smaller. The older boys weren't friends with Colin and Paden, but they all seemed to recognize each other. I began to tell them what I thought was going on. "I think that Coach Spin enjoyed our time together at the last club meeting, or at least it seemed to me that he did." "Seemed that way to me, too," senior Aaron said. "You saw how hard he shot." The others chuckled. "He's acting like this," I continued, "not because he's angry at me, but because he's angry or upset or worried that he enjoyed what happened, having me take control of him. His attitude towards Colin is simply his attempt to re-establish control over the situation. He can't control me, so he wants to feel like he's back in charge by doing something to someone close to me. I'm not going to let that happen." Colin smiled at me, and I reached out to put my arm around his waist. "So what do we do?" Paden asked. "I don't want anything to happen to Colin, either." "Well," I said, "I think that the best way to correct Brad of his thinking is to make him realize just how much he enjoys being used. I know that part of him still wants it, because when I was in his office this morning, he kept looking at my crotch." I then proceeded to tell them what I expected to happen that afternoon. When I finished, they agreed to help, and junior Aaron exclaimed rather eagerly, "Does that mean that I get to fuck him?" I laughed. "If I'm right, you will!" Colin took his place outside to wait for Brad. I didn't want Colin to be inside, because Brad might be suspicious of how the door was opened. The Aarons and Reilly waited near the door. I sat in the chair that had been Ron's before, and Paden stood to my right. We waited. I felt a little ridiculous sitting in the chair as though I were royalty, but the fact that it belonged to the assistant principal, whom Brad respected, would help establish me as being in a position of authority over him. I heard the key in the lock and the door began to open. My heart quickened. If this backfired, I would be in a lot of trouble, as would anyone who had ever participated in the Club, but I was certain that I had judged the situation correctly. Brad entered first, and as soon as he was in the room, Reilly flipped on the lights and shut the door while the Aarons grabbed Brad's arms and held them behind his back. Colin rushed around his side to stand on my left. "What the fuck?" Brad muttered, not realizing what was going on at first. He struggled against the Aarons, but with Reilly's help, they managed to keep him from escaping. He saw me sitting in the chair with Paden and Colin standing on either side. "You," he sneered. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Well, Brad," I began, "you wouldn't listen to me earlier when I tried to be reasonable, so we're going to try this a different way." I reached down and squeezed my bulge; Brad's eyes followed. "What are you going to do? Rape me again?" Brad said angrily. "Aww, Brad," I said, standing up, "it's only rape if you don't want it. The way your dick stayed rock hard tells me that you wanted it." Brad didn't say anything. "I understand being upset. It's a new thing for you, being the bottom boy, but I think that you liked it. Didn't you?" He again didn't respond. I approached him, looking him directly in the eyes. He was angry, and his eyes flitted over to Colin, who now stood next to Paden in front of my chair. I felt my lip curl as I thought about how he would have treated Colin. "I understand that you were planning something this afternoon with Colin here, something that Colin didn't want to do. You forgot one thing, Brad," I said. "These are MY boys, not yours, and I don't like it when other people play with my things." "He would have been mine when I was through with him," Brad sneered. I gave in to my anger at the way he had treated Colin and punched him forcefully in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and fell to his knees. The Aarons and Reilly continued holding him. I remained standing in front of him. "Now Brad, I didn't want to do that," I said. "I'm not usually a violent man, but you really need to learn some respect. I've heard about how you've treated some of these boys, like the ones holding you right now. Blackmailing them to do things that they really don't want to is no way to make them like you. Why do you think that they're helping me now?" My crotch was at the same level as Brad's face. Brad looked up at me and then back down at my crotch. "Tell me something, Brad," I said. "Do you like my body?" I took off my shirt and stood in front of him in just my khakis, which were beginning to show an even larger bulge. He didn't answer. "Do you like my cock?" I asked, running both hands up and down over my abs before sliding them down the front of my pants, over the protuberance of the zipper, and cupping my endowment. He licked his lips, but didn't answer. "I don't know about him liking it," junior Aaron said, "but I sure do." We all laughed, except Brad. "I asked you a question, Brad." I undid my belt and dropped my pants. My underwear sagged heavily under the weight of my balls and growing cock. I kicked my pants aside and stood in front of Brad in nothing but my stretched out boxerbriefs. "It's okay if you do. A lot of people do. Everyone in this room does, Brad, and they're not afraid to admit it." I stepped forward and shoved my crotch into his face. I placed one hand on the back of his head and held it in place, rubbing it back and forth over my growing cock, forcing him to smell my musky crotch and feel the weight and size of my expanding dick. After a few seconds, Brad's mouth opened; my cotton-covered cock slid between his lips. I held his head in place and felt his tongue snake out for a taste of the cotton. It slid along my semi-hard cockshaft, which was outlined clearly in my underwear. The boys could see his tongue moving. "I guess that answers that question," Reilly said, chuckling. I smiled at him and stepped back. "So Brad? Do you like it?" I grabbed my cock through my underwear and shook it at him. "Yes, yes I like it!" he shouted. I smiled. "That's my boy," I said. "And you liked getting fucked, too, didn't you?" Brad blushed, embarrassed, and looked down. "Yes, I did, Alex." "I think that you should call me Mr. A., Brad," I said. "None of my other boys get to call me Alex." "Yes, Mr. A., I enjoyed it when you fucked me." "And you want it again, don't you, Brad?" He looked away, not answering. "Brad, in polite society, we answer questions when they're asked of us. Do you want it again?" He only nodded. "Let's work on manners some more," I suggested. I dropped my underwear and began stroking my cock, allowing it to fill out its full 9.5" length and Coke can circumference. I turned around and walked back to my chair. Colin's and Paden's eyes both focused on my bouncing meat as I walked back. I caught their eyes and winked at them; they smiled back. I sat down in the chair, my cock rising up in front of me, and began stroking it. Brad's eyes, as well as the Aarons and Reilly, were focused on my tall, fat rod. "Now Brad, this is my cock," I said and pointed at the throbbing shaft. "What do we do when we want something that belongs to someone else?" He didn't answer. After a pause I said, "We ask for it." Brad nodded his understanding. "And how do you think I'd feel if you tried to get on my cock without asking my permission first?' "Probably not very happy," Brad said, his eyes never leaving my throbbing pole, which had begun to dribble precum down the fat underside. I pointed to Colin. "Brad, this is one of my boys. How do you think I felt when you thought that you were going to take him without talking to me?" "Mad, Mr. A.," Brad mumbled. "That's right!" I exclaimed. "I was very mad. First of all, you didn't ask. Second, he's my boy, so I wouldn't have said yes anyway. Understand?" "Yes, Mr. A.," Brad said, looking down and away from my exposed cock for the first time. "Okay, Brad, now back to me and my dick. You want it, don't you?" He nodded. "What do we do when we want things?" "Please, Mr. A.," he asked, "please let me suck your dick." "I'm not convinced," I muttered. The Aarons and Reilly had let go of Brad some time ago and were now openly groping themselves through their shorts while they watched me stroke my dick. To my left and right, Colin and Paden were also dealing with their confined erections. "Mr. A.," he begged, coming forward, "please. I want to suck your dick. I want to feel you in my mouth, fucking my face. I want to taste your cum and feel you fuck me again. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since that night. I've tried fucking myself with other things, cucumbers, bottles, but it's not the same." This latest revelation left me slightly taken aback, but it wasn't entirely surprising. He knelt in front of me and kissed my legs. "Please, Mr. A." I slapped my heavy, fat dick against his face, leaving a nice red mark glistening with precum, and then pulled it away. "Nah," I said. "I think that I'll let one of the other boys do it." Brad's eyes got wide and a look of dejection passed over his face. "What?" he said. I stood up; Brad scooted back. I said, "Brad, you're no longer 'big dog' around here; I am. Don't forget that. I don't want to hear about you mistreating any more of the boys in the Club or anywhere else, and I will find out, be sure of that. You're here for the boys, and that means if they want to fuck you, they can. If they want to get fucked by you, then you can do that, but it's no longer up to you. They tell you what they want, got it?" Brad nodded. "You want that, right, Brad? You want to make these boys happy? And to make me happy?" Brad nodded again. "Good," I said. I pointed to Paden. "Brad, here's another one of my boys, Paden." I pointed to Colin. "And you already know Colin. You owe Colin, Brad. I don't think that I can express exactly how angry I am at you for what you tried with him, but you're going to start working it off by taking care of my two favorite boys." I smiled at Paden and Colin, who both had grins on their faces. I sat back down in my chair. Colin and Paden stepped away from the chair, and Brad stood up and followed. They stopped a few feet in front of the chair, but still in my line of sight so that I could "oversee" the action. "Get on your knees," Paden commanded, and Brad did as he was told. Paden looked at me and smiled broadly. I winked at him. Paden and Colin removed their shirts and unbuttoned their pants, standing in front of Brad with their hard dicks bulging through their flies. The Aarons and Reilly also watched the action. "Look at that dude," junior Aaron whispered to Reilly, pointing at Paden. "He's fuckin' built for a freshman!" "He's only a freshman?" Reilly asked stunned, turning to me. "Yep," I nodded. "Crazy, huh?" Indeed, Paden was only slightly shorter than these upperclassmen, and his body was nearly as well developed as theirs. His dick, which they hadn't seen yet, was outdone only by senior Aaron's fat 8 incher. Brad reached up suddenly to grope Paden's and Colin's dicks through their underwear. Paden knocked his hands away. "What did Mr. A. just teach you about asking for things that belong to other people?" I grinned broadly, enjoying the way that Paden, my 15- year-old freshman, was taking charge of my colleague. "Please, Paden and Colin," Brad begged, "let me suck your dicks." Paden looked at me; I shook my head and pointed to Colin. Paden nodded his understanding. "Not good enough," Paden said. Colin had remained silent the whole time. "Colin here is my good friend." Paden put his arm around Colin's shoulder; Colin winced. "You tried to hurt him, and that makes me mad, too. I think that you owe him an apology." "I'm sorry, Colin," Brad said. "I shouldn't have been mean to you in class and pushed you so hard; I was just mad at Mr. A. and I didn't know how to react to the fact that I liked what he did. I tried to take it out on you. I'm sorry." It sounded corny, but he did owe Colin an apology and he seemed to be sincere. I nodded at Paden. Paden leaned in near Colin and whispered, "Ready, buddy?" Colin nodded. Paden grabbed Colin's chin and turned his face to his own. They kissed, their lips touching briefly. Then, they hooked their thumbs in their underwear and pulled them down, revealing their dicks to all. Colin's 5-inch cock stuck straight out from his body, extremely rigid, rising out of a bush of black, curly hair. His balls sagged slightly between his legs. Paden's thick 7.5-inch cock elicited a series of gasps from the viewers present, including Brad. I thought that it looked bigger than the last time, but I couldn't tell for sure. "Holy shit," Reilly said. "I think that he's bigger than both of us, Aaron, and maybe bigger than the other Aaron. And he's only 15!" I laughed at their surprise, and their response caused my dick to throb and ooze a large glob of precum. I began stroking my thick, Italian meat again. "Why don't you guys get more comfortable?" I suggested to my fellow audience members. They nodded agreement and quickly shed their clothes. Junior Aaron sat at my feet facing the action and jerking his 7" dick, while Reilly and senior Aaron stood on either side of the chair, also stroking their dicks. Paden and Colin began whipping Brad's face with their very rigid dicks, Paden on his left cheek and Colin on his right. Brad knelt in front of them, his face upturned, willingly accepting their cock slaps. Paden dragged his cock down Brad's face, a trick that I had shown him, leaving a line of sticky precum from Brad's forehead down to his chin. Paden rubbed his smooth, swollen cockhead against Brad's lips. Brad opened his mouth and willingly took in Paden's cock. Paden grabbed Brad's head and pushed forward, slowly feeding his cock into my fellow teacher's throat. Brad gagged, but Paden continued pushing. Colin stood near, stroking his 5" dick and rubbing his free hand on Paden's back and sides. Paden fed his entire dick into Brad's throat and then pulled back until just the head remained between Brad's cocksucking lips. Paden then thrust forward, shoving his dick back into Brad's throat. He pulled out and turned Brad's face toward Colin. Brad opened his mouth and took Colin's rock hard cock into his mouth. I watched as Colin closed his eyes and let out a low moan when Brad's mouth closed tightly over his teencock. Involuntarily, Colin grabbed onto Brad's head to steady himself. Paden's left arm was around Colin's waist while he stroked himself with his right hand. Paden whispered to Colin, "That's it, buddy," Paden said. "Fuck his face. Make him suck you, man." Colin responded by thrusting his hips, fucking his short high school cock into Brad's mouth. I marveled at how much Paden had changed since the beginning of the year. He had been quiet and reserved at the beginning, and to be sure, he was still fairly quiet in class, but there was more confidence now. The first time that he approached me before Spring Break, he had seemed nervous, and he had even been a little embarrassed about his big dick. Now, he seemed to revel in it; he had begun to enjoy it, and I knew that was in large part due to the experiences that we had had together. He just needed a little guidance, and I was happy to provide that for him. I smiled, knowing that he was doing what I had taught him. Paden and Colin kissed again, their mouths closing over each other; Paden's tongue slid between his friend's lips. Colin continued fucking Brad's face, his balls pressed against Brad's chin again and again. Paden let go of Colin and moved around behind Brad. Just as I expected, Paden was going for the hole. "Hey Colin," he said, "let's slow down for a minute and see what this guy looks like naked." Colin pulled out of Brad's mouth. Brad pulled his shirt off, and then opened his pants. He stood up and removed them, standing in front of us naked. His dick, while thick, was shorter than Paden's and about the same size as junior Aaron and Reilly, probably 7 inches. "Hmm. Not bad," Paden said. "Mr. A. definitely has a better body," Colin said. Brad winced; Paden nodded. "And a bigger dick." "Oh definitely has a bigger dick," Paden said, "but even I got a bigger dick and I'm only a freshman." Paden grabbed his dick and shook it at Brad. Colin laughed along with the rest of us. "Back to work," Paden said, pushing Brad to his knees. The Aarons, Reilly, and I continued jerking our dicks while we watched the show unfold in front of us. Colin stuck his dick back in Brad's mouth, who eagerly began sucking him again, licking up the underside of it, swirling his tongue around the head, and then taking the whole length into his mouth. He held onto Colin's hips as Colin thrust in and out of his mouth. Meanwhile, Paden rubbed his hands over Brad's round ass. Brad let go of Colin and got on his hands and knees. He continued sucking Colin's dick as Paden got behind him. I watched Paden grab Brad's ass, squeezing his muscular cheeks and pulling them apart. Brad stuck his ass higher in the air; Paden understood. I watched now as my boy slid his lengthy, 15-year-old cock up and down the crack of my colleague's ass. Brad moaned, his mouth full of Colin's cock; the vibrations caused Colin to shudder and grab onto Brad's head again. Paden teased Brad's ass, sliding his dick up and down the crack, pausing occasionally at the hole. He pressed his flared cockhead against the hole, feeling Brad's pussy twitch against it, ready to open for him. Finally, Paden gave him what he wanted. He placed the tip of his 7.5" prick at the opening to Brad's ass and slowly pushed forward. Brad removed Colin's cock from his mouth and gasped as Paden's cockhead busted through the muscle of his sphincter and was lodged in his ass. Colin grabbed Brad's head and repositioned it over his cock, which he slid between Brad's lips. I was happy to see Colin getting into it, focusing on making his own dick feel good. Paden continued easing his dick into Brad's ass. After a few minutes, he was buried to the hilt inside Brad, his man-sized balls resting against Brad's ass. He paused for a moment, rotating his hips to stretch out Brad's guts, and then he pulled back until only his swollen dick head rested inside the hole. He shoved back in. Brad screamed, releasing Colin's cock again. Colin once more grabbed Brad's face and shoved his dick back into his mouth. Slowly, my two boys began fucking Brad from both ends. Colin held on to Brad's head and thrusted his hips, fucking his teenprick between Brad's lips, using Brad's mouth to jack off. Paden was long dicking Brad's ass, pulling all the way out, and shoving his cock all the way back in as hard as he could. At one point he leaned over Brad's back and said, "How's it feel getting fucked by a freshman?" I saw Paden buck his hips hard, and I knew that he was forcing his swollen cockhead down against Brad's prostate. With his mouth full of Colin's cock, Brad could do nothing but moan his enjoyment. "Like my big teenage dick?" Paden asked, with another deep jab. Brad whimpered. Satisfied that my boys had fallen into a rhythm, one fucking Brad's ass, the other fucking his mouth, I turned to the three other boys who surrounded me. I was tired of jerking my own cock. "Aaron," I said, leaning forward and allowing my cock to slide on the side of junior Aaron's face. "Help me out, here." Aaron immediately turned around and knelt between my legs. Senior Aaron looked at Reilly. "Help me out, bud?" he asked. Reilly nodded and the two disappeared behind the chair. After a few moments, I could hear them both making sucking and slurping sounds; I assumed that they had started to sixty-nine. Junior Aaron, meanwhile, was lovingly caressing my cock, holding it in both hands, which he repeatedly slid up and down its length, testing its girth. He stared at the huge meatpole in front of him, his eyes glazed over. "You just gonna stare at it or are you gonna suck it, too?" I took it from his hands and slapped it against his face. He moaned loudly. "It's so fucking heavy." I slapped him again, the weight of my meat and wetness of my precum making a loud <thwap> on his cheek. He stuck out his tongue and began licking the head while his hands continued exploring the shaft, stroking up and down the thickness. He took just the head between his lips, and I let out a low groan. I spread my legs out in front of me and leaned back in the chair. I raised my arms over my head and looked over at Colin and Paden while junior Aaron got to work on my hard prong. Paden was now bent over Brad's back fucking him with short, quick jabs of his cock, hitting his guts hard and fast like a jackhammer. Brad was moaning continuously, his mouth still wrapped around Colin's cock. Colin pulled out of Brad's mouth suddenly and stuck his balls in Brad's face. His face was read and he was breathing heavily; I could tell that he had been about to cum, but stopped himself. I assumed that he wanted to cum when Paden did. I placed my hand on Aaron's head and gently urged him to go deeper on my cock. I looked down, watching his lips stretch around my shaft as my dick slowly disappeared into his mouth. My cockhead hit the back of his throat and he stopped. I continued pushing, but he gagged and tried to pull back. I held his head in place. "Relax your throat, Aaron," I said. "You can take it; I know you can." He continued gagging, but I continued pushing, until I felt my cockhead slide into his throat. I moaned. "That's my boy," I said and let go of his head. Aaron continued his mouth job, sliding up and down on my pole, each time taking me a little deeper without choking. Behind me, I heard Reilly gasp and say breathlessly, "I need you to fuck me, Aaron!" I heard Aaron groan and the movement of the two getting into position. Reilly cried out suddenly and loudly, and I knew that Aaron had slid into his hole. I stood up and grabbed Aaron's head. I held onto it and started fucking his face, just like Colin was fucking Brad's. I went deep into Aaron's throat and then pulled back, again and again slapping my heavy balls on his smooth chin. Aaron knelt there, obediently receiving every inch of my fat, Italian dick into his throat. He was taking me all the way down on each thrust, now, without choking or gagging too badly. I shoved deep one more time and held it there, my cum-filled balls rested on his chin; his nose was buried in my pubes. I felt his throat repeatedly closing around my cock. I let out a low groan. I was close. Behind me, I heard Reilly and senior Aaron getting louder. Senior Aaron was slamming Reilly's ass, and I could hear Reilly moaning repeatedly. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, Aaron," he muttered, and let out a loud cry, moaning over and over as he shot. It was followed shortly after by a loud grunt from Aaron. Aaron, apparently, didn't make a lot of noise when he came. Suddenly, I felt something warm splash on my feet and shin as junior Aaron, who had been jerking himself while he sucked me, unloaded. "Paden," I heard Colin grunt. "I can't hold it." "Do it, man," Paden responded through clenched teeth. "I'm about to go in his ass." Colin went deep one more time and let out a loud cry. He gasped. Brad's head jerked back as Colin began to fill his mouth with his thick, teenage seed. At almost the same time, I watched Paden drive his cock deep into Brad's ass; he groaned loudly. Paden's ass cheeks tightened; I watched as his whole body tensed up and he sprayed Brad's guts with his high school jock juice. As I watched, I pulled my cock from Aaron's throat and stroked it quickly in front of his face. He remained in front of me, looking up at my long, girthy sausage. My balls bounced in their loose sac as I stroked my meat, slick with precum and Aaron's spit. Aaron's mouth hung open, ready for my load. Senior Aaron and Reilly had come from behind the chair and watched the ending of the Paden-Colin-Brad triangle. They now stood over my shoulders, waiting to see me shoot on their friend's face. I looked at Paden, who was sliding his rapidly softening dick from Brad's used ass. I heard him say, "Phew" and wipe the sweat from his forehead. Brad had taken Colin's softening dick in his mouth and was licking the last of the cum from it. He let it fall from his lips, and it hung down over Colin's tight balls. I caught Colin's eye. He grinned broadly at me. I smiled back. My orgasm was building. I could feel my dense cream building in the base of my cock and working its way up the long tube to the swollen, broad head. My egg-sized nads tightened in their sac. Paden and Colin turned to look at me as I began to moan. "Here it comes," I grunted and began shooting... ******************* So how was it? If it's not as hot as the others...sorry! I'm a little out of practice, but always looking to improve. In the last one, I asked you all to e-mail me if you were interested in being on a mailing list, and many of you responded. I had planned simply to create a group in my e-mail client and send out mass mailings that way, but that didn't happen. What I've done instead is set up a Yahoo! Group that people can join. The group is called Mr. A's Boys, and you can subscribe by visiting <http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mr_as_boys/> or sending an e- mail to <firstname.lastname@example.org>. I will send notices to the group when a new story is posted to Nifty and I will also post the stories (including the couple bi versions that people ask for) in the Files section. I don't know what would be included beyond that, but it will be fairly open (unless you guys get too crazy). And nothing illegal, please. Also, I know that I promised some of you cameo appearances in the stories, but it's been so long since I talked to many of you, that I can't remember who was promised. If you were one of those people, please e-mail me to remind me what we discussed or message me on AIM. Everyone else, also feel free to contact me, e-mail: email@example.com; AIM: grossoitaliano.