Date: Fri, 02 Jan 2009 12:42:43 -0500 From: alessandro <email@example.com> Subject: mr a and his boys: the goalie Another episode! And in less than a month! But don't get used to it. Winter Break is almost over, which means I gotta go back to school, which means less time for this. I will try to be better and not allow any more 2-year breaks! I feel like I'm getting back into the groove of the storytelling, so hopefully this episode is more like what you're used to reading from me. If not, well, sorry. Hopefully I haven't lost my touch! As before, please do keep in mind that it has been a LONG TIME, so if there's something in here contradictory to what I've said before about a character, just let me know, but don't go nuts over it. As usual, please let me know what you think. To be perfectly honest, it is a big turn-on for me to hear from fans (especially the sort that Mr. A enjoys). Feedback is always welcome (and necessary to keep it good!). See the note at the end for contact information. Please note that my e-mail has changed! Don't forget to read my non-Mr. A stories entitled "Italian Soccer Coach" in the adult-youth section and "Soccer Jocks Alex and Austin" in the highschool 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.) ******************* I headed home that with a lot of things on my mind. Paden and Chaz had certainly been fun. I was glad that Chaz was involved tonight and that he had enjoyed himself (and left open the possibility of getting together again). I was also glad to hear that Paden had finally had sex with his girlfriend, even though I also knew it meant that as (if) they got more serious, he and I would be less likely to share many more experiences. I had dealt with that kind of thing before. Many of the guys I had played with over the years (except the actual gay and bisexual ones), from the time I was a teenager, had eventually moved on from our homosexual encounters. That made playing with them even hotter, though, knowing that they would eventually go on to live with and marry a woman, but that for a few weeks or months (or even years) they were so awestruck by my endowment, my huge Italian sausage, they couldn't help but want to play with it. Paden was just another in that list, as was Chaz and probably most of the boys I had gotten with. There would always be more, though. I was sure of that. The only thing I wasn't sure of is if I'd ever be able to resist the urge to show off, to play, to be admired. For now, though, that didn't matter much. I was enjoying myself. My thoughts turned to Colin. It was interesting to see and hear about how much he had changed (suddenly and unexpectedly) over the short two weeks or so of Winter Break. I had to admit that when I saw him with his patchy facial hair and too-tight jeans, I wasn't exactly attracted to him. I still felt an emotional connection to him, though, which wasn't surprising considering all that we'd done together. I wanted to talk to him and find out what was going on. So the next day, after his class period, I asked him to stay behind so we could chat. He remained seated in his chair as his classmates shuffled out to lunch, backpacks slung over their shoulders. I sat in the desk next to his and turned towards him. He looked up at me. Neither of us said anything. I was trying to decide whether to go through any pleasantries or just get down to it. Finally, I said, "Okay, Colin, tell me what's going on." "What?" he asked. "Nothing's going on." "Don't give me that. You look totally different, and from what I've heard, you're acting totally different, too. Hell, you didn't even talk to me yesterday. You haven't been to soccer practice at all. What's the deal?" He sighed loudly. "There's nothing. Can't people change?" "Sure they can," I responded. "It just doesn't usually happen so suddenly and so drastically. Paden said you don't even talk to him or any of your friends any more." "I have new friends, now," he said and shrugged. "What's the big deal?" "Well, usually people can keep old friends even when they make new ones." Colin didn't say anything. "Is it because of this new girl?" "Part of it, yeah," Colin said. "Tell me about her." Colin launched into the story of how they had met at a party, and how much they had enjoyed talking to each other. They had gone to elementary and middle school together, but she had moved away for a year. She had just come back to town and enrolled at our school. That night, he had been drinking, but she hadn't. At the end of the night, she took him home. The next day she called him, and they started talking regularly on the phone, by text, by IM. A couple of days later, she invited him to a concert, and he had gone with her. It was at the concert that he first learned that she was straightedge and also that they had first kissed. The next party they went to, he didn't drink anything, and was surprised to find that he had just as much fun (maybe more) as he had when he was drunk. They had spent pretty much the rest of the break hanging out together. "So then you got more into the scene, I take it," I said, gesturing to his clothes. He nodded. "I like it," he explained, "and I feel like I belong with these people." "Okay, I can understand that, but why lose the rest of your friends?" "They're not really into the same kind of music, and most of their hanging out revolves around drinking. A lot. I don't do that. That caused me to make a huge mistake with Val, and that's not going to happen with Emily. Besides, they've been kind of jerks about it. It's as much me not being around them as them not wanting to be okay with me." I nodded. I could see that being the case, especially given what Paden had said the night before about not "dealing" with it. "Why ignore me, then?" Colin sighed deeply. "Well, remember the trouble I had with Val, sex-wise? Being afraid? I don't have that with Emily. It's just good, you know? I feel comfortable with her." "So?" I said, not fully following his line of thought. "I don't think that I can do things with you, the things we've been doing, and still be comfortable with her," Colin explained. I looked at him for a moment. "Colin," I began, "it's not like we have to 'do things' in order to be friends. I care about you, whether we're having sexual contact or not. I gotta say, that scruffy beard makes me way less horny around you, that's for sure, but I still care about how you're doing." He grinned at the beard comment. "Thanks," he said. "I'm kind of glad to hear that." "I just wish you'd talked to me about it yesterday. I was freaking out!" "Sorry," he said. "I wasn't sure how to bring it up." "Hey, it's okay. You just have to remember that I'm here for you, and you can tell me anything." I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks, Abs," he said, breaking into a big smile. "I will, however, always make fun of you for wearing girl-pants and stupid shirts. Doesn't mean I hate you, though." He laughed out loud. "They aren't girl-pants!" "Whatever they are, they aren't big enough for a guy!" He just rolled his eyes. Lunch was more than half-way over. "I better get going. Emily will be waiting for me." "Alright, Colin," I said. "Glad we talked. No more soccer, then?" He shook his head. "Or football. There are other things I'd rather be doing." I nodded. "Okay." After school, I headed down to the locker-room to change for practice. I walked into the office where Aaron was sitting, apparently waiting for me. He was usually already on the field by the time I got down there to change. "What's up, Aaron?" I said. "Usually you're already out there." "Well, I had to run home and get some different clothes. Something happened to mine." "Oh really?" I said, badly feigning ignorance. "What happened?" He pulled them out of his bag and held them up for me to see. His shirt and shorts were crusted and stained with cum. "Wow," I muttered. "Something similar happened to my shorts last night, too!" I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off as we talked, and then pulled on a t-shirt. At this, Aaron blushed bright red. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I don't know what came over me yesterday, but after we talked, I was so horny, and I saw your shorts just lying there?" I nodded. "Uh huh," I said. "I just figured that I'd return the favor." As I said this, I dropped my pants and stood in front of Aaron, wearing only my boxerbriefs. "This is a LOT of cum," Aaron said. "Even for you." He glanced quickly at my bulge. "I did have some help," I explained, leisurely scratching my balls. "Who?" he asked excitedly, his eyes back on my crotch. "I don't think that I can tell you that, but the three of us had a good time." I pulled my clean shorts on, covering the protruding fly of my underwear. I sat down in the chair to put on my shoes. "Only three of you?" he asked incredulously, looking up and down the stained clothes. "Yep. What can I say? I know some big shooters. You ready for practice, now?" I stood up and stretched, thrusting my hips out as I did so; my nylon covered crotch jutting out in Aaron's direction. Aaron stood up, his shorts tented. "Maybe I should let this tent die down, first." "Good call," I agreed. "I'll meet you down there." When I got down to the field, the guys were already warming up. Mitchell, I noticed, was wearing his compression shorts today, so there wasn't much movement there. We had a dual-practice with the JV and Varsity guys playing together in preparation for the week's game. Grayson had pretty much taken over the entire practice, so I just sat and watched. When Aaron came down, he said to me, "Figures that Dad would take over this one." "Why's that?" I asked. "East High is like our biggest rival," Aaron explained. "Varsity hasn't lost to them in district play in over 10 years, but last year we tied, and Dad freaked the fuck out." "I remember that," I said. "A lot of kids were talking about it." I had forgotten that we were playing East that week. My mind returned to my teenage, bathroom cocksucker. He had been at the same tournament we were at that weekend, so I assumed he played soccer for East (unless the team kept him around for his excellent cocksucking skills). The game against East was on Thursday instead of Friday, which is when games were usually played, so Grayson made the guys practice late on Wednesday. Although Aaron and I were pretty useless, since Grayson had completely taken over, we stayed the whole time. When I got home that night, I logged on to AIM and was chatting with some friends when I got a message from someone not on my buddy list. The screenname was "e hiGh V s0cCer 87" What the fuck? I thought. Who was this? "hi, mr. a," his first IM read. "remember me?" "um?" I typed. "not exactly. who are you" "we met awhile ago. you gave me a nice drink to get me through my ride home." "east high?" I questioned. ":)" "i take that as a yes. who are you" I repeated. "just a fan," he answered. "you guys ready for tomorrow night's game?" "definitely," I replied. "will you be there?" ":)" "again, i take that as a yes. how do you know me" "we know some of the same people. i think it'll become clear tomorrow night." I was in the process of asking what he meant when he signed off. I sighed. He had been such an eager sucker, and such a cum lover, that I wouldn't mind feeding him again, but I was still worried about who he was and how he had found out about me. At least it didn't seem like he was planning to reveal my secret. The next day, all the boys wore their uniform shirts to school, both JV and Varsity. A few (surprisingly) also wore their shorts, among them Todd, Paden, Chaz, and Mitchell. Mitchell, I again noticed, had neglected to wear anything "supportive" under his shorts. At the end of class, he came up to me, and I noticed it was fairly easy to see his junk swinging underneath the nylon. He put his leg up on the desk as he often did, but these shorts were not as forgiving as the army green shorts that had previously caught my attention. I glanced at him, and realizing the potential for exposure, I said, "Mitchell, put your leg down." He looked at me questioningly. "Dude, you're not exactly wearing the most modest clothes right now. No one wants to see your junk slip out." He seemed unconcerned, but put his leg down any way. "I'm sure some people want to see it slip out." "Maybe," I said, "but still, not in class." We chatted a bit. Mostly he was nervous about the night's game. I told him not to let his nerves get the best of him. He had become a pretty good player. He just needed to stay focused. The next period, Paden, unlike Mitchell, was fired up. He was eager to get out on the field and "kick some East ass" as he said. He had been on the team that tied last year, and he was determined not to let it happen again. Chaz was as fired up as Paden when he came in after lunch. "No way are we gonna lose." "JV isn't quite as big a deal, Chaz," I said. "I know," he responded, "but that's what I play, and we're not gonna lose to those fags from East High." Washington (my school) and East were the two oldest schools in the city, so the rivalry between them was strong. The loyalty of the students (and their parents) to their alma mater was akin to what was usually seen with colleges and universities. I laughed at Chaz's enthusiasm. "Damn right!" several of his classmates shouted. I calmed every one down and got to work. JV played first that night. I continuously scanned the other side of the field, trying to catch sight of my mystery sucker. I assumed from the V in his screenname that he was on East's Varsity team, not JV, so I largely ignored the East High JV boys. Our JV boys were playing really well, and had scored two goals at the end of the first half. East had way more shots on goal than we had, but our goalie, who I was certain would be on Varsity the next year, blocked them all. By the end of the second half, JV had scored another goal and held East to 0. The boys ran off the field extremely excited. Now if only the Varsity could repeat the feat. I still hadn't seen my secret fan. There was a short break, during which some of the JV players headed off to the locker-room to shower and change; others stayed on the field to watch Varsity. Among those who stayed were Todd, Chaz, and Mitchell. I sat between Todd and Mitchell in the lowest level of the stands. Grayson wouldn't need my help coaching this one, so I was lucky enough to be only a spectator. Aaron stayed with his dad on the field. The two Varsity teams took the field and the announcer introduced each player and his number. He went through the Washington players first, and then the East players. He announced number 0, goalie for East High School. His name was Neal Callaghan. I looked at Todd. His last name was also Callaghan, and Colin had said that Todd knew a lot of people from East High. Todd looked at me and smiled. "That's my cousin," he said. "He's an excellent keeper. We'll probably have trouble scoring. He's the reason we tied last year." "Let's see about that," I said. "He's used to balls flying at his face," Todd continued, a wicked grin playing across his face. "He's fearless and will do anything to get at them." Todd's innuendo was so blatant that I'd have to have been deaf to miss it. "Yeah, I noticed that a couple months ago," I said. "When I told him about you," Todd said, "he became obsessed. He kept asking me about you and whether he could meet you and stuff. I never expected him to do what he did that day. When he told me about it?" "I wasn't expecting it, either, and I certainly wasn't expecting him to know me. Jesus Christ, Todd. Do you know how freaked out I was?" Todd chuckled. "Yeah, I figured you would be. In the end, though, you gotta admit: he was good." "Yes, yes he was," I agreed. "Still, I'd prefer if you not go around blabbing about me to every one you know." "Not every one," Todd said. "Just those that I know would appreciate it AND be cool with it, like Neal." Todd had moved closer to me, and his voice had grown steadily quieter, although the roaring of the crowd around us was probably loud enough to keep any one from hearing our conversation. "When he messaged me last night, I figured I didn't have much to worry about, at least as far as getting into trouble, but I was still lost as to who he was." Todd nodded. "Like I said, I trust him. Neal's been eating my loads since I was 13." "Holy shit!" I said. "Seriously?" "Oh yes," Todd said. "Yes. He's a year older, and he first introduced me to jacking off when he was 14 and I was 12, almost 13. When I came for the first time, it shocked both of us. I had already seen him cum, and it wasn't anything like what I produced!" I laughed, remembering my first orgasm like that. "He was fascinated, wanted to see it again," Todd continued. My cock was growing in my shorts. Hiding this tent was going to be difficult. I'd need to remain sitting until it went away. "This went on for a few weeks, the two of us jacking off together, and then one day, I hit my face and some got in my eyes. While I was blinded, Neal started licking the cum from my body." "Dude, you're making it really difficult for me here," I said, looking down at my crotch. I had stopped paying attention to the game. "Same here," Todd said, "but let me finish." As stealthily as I could, I reached down and adjusted myself, so that my cock was pointing up, lying against my stomach, held in place by the waistband of my shorts. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it would have to do. "When I opened my eyes," Todd went on, "Neal was on my stomach, licking up the last of my cum. Some of my white stuff was on his lips and chin. I wiped the fingers I had used to clean my face on my chest; Neal immediately licked it up." "Wow," I muttered. My cock was throbbing in my shorts. I could feel the wet head on my abs. "I had to admit it was kind of hot," Todd said. "Since then, he's been sucking me off at least once a week." "That's pretty intense, Todd," I said. "It's rare to find someone so? eager." Todd nodded. "I'm a lucky guy," he replied with a wink. I turned back to the game, my eyes going to the East High goalie, remembering how eagerly he had swallowed my cock and how he had collected my cum in a cup and sipped it through a straw. My cock twitched. I shook my head to clear it and looked away, thinking that I needed to focus on something else if I wanted to be able to stand up any time soon. At the half, neither team had scored, and each team had about the same number of shots on goal. My cock had receded back into my shorts. I stood up to stretch and nonchalantly reached down to adjust myself again, pointing my now soft cock down and to the left where it belonged. "You're right, Todd," I said, "he's good." I was referring to Neal. "Told you we were gonna have trouble scoring." "So are they, though. I'd rather have it tied at 0 now than go into the second half down by 1. Whoever scores first in this half is gonna win." "I think it'll be us," Todd said. "Why do you think that?" I asked. "I made a deal with Neal," Todd responded. "I told him that if we won, I'd arrange another encounter with you." "You bet me?" "Well, kind of," Todd said. "This is serious business here, for both teams. I wanted to make sure that we won, and I knew Neal would respond to you. If we win because Neal misses a shot, good. If not, we'll win 'cause Neal purposely missed a shot." "I don't like this, Todd," I said. "I want us to win fairly, not because some guy wants something from me." Todd shrugged. "Too late now." I was really bothered by this news. I did not want to win that way, and I was sure that most of the kids wouldn't want to win that way. I watched the game more intently, now, paying still closer attention to Neal--not because of sexual interest, but because I wanted to be absolutely certain that, if we won, it wasn't because he had purposely missed a block. Fifteen or twenty minutes into the second half, one of East's defenders sent the ball out, giving us a corner kick. Peter took the kick and Paden received it. Paden dribbled towards the goal. He feinted and then crossed the ball high to Danny, the freshman Varsity player, who headed it into the high center of the goal. For a moment, it looked as if it might be too high. Neal shuffled towards it, having been in position to block a shot from Paden, our most prolific shooter and scorer. He leapt, but was a fraction of a second too late. The ball went in, and Washington was ahead. The Washington High stands erupted, everyone standing and shouting. If we could hold East scoreless, which seemed likely if Miles and our defenders remained focused, we would win. Todd and I sat back down. "Looks like we're gonna win," Todd said with a smile. I whispered, "If I didn't think that had been a legit miss by Neal, I wouldn't be so excited." "Did you see how Paden faked him out?" Mitchell asked, touching my shoulder to get my attention. I turned toward him. "Yep. Even I thought Paden was gonna go for it." "He's good," Mitchell continued. "That was so cool." I chuckled. "I'm just glad we scored." We managed to hold East High scoreless and win the game. Half the stands rushed down to the field and crowded around the players. I found Paden and walked up to him. "Nice job, man," I said. "Great assist. I thought you were gonna go for it, though." Paden smiled. "Yeah, so did Neal, apparently. I knew I could fake him out." "You know the goalie?" I asked. "Pretty much every one on each team knows each other," Paden said, "and I know him because he's Todd's cousin. I was trash-talking him earlier about how I was going to score on him, so I knew he'd be watching me closely." I clapped Paden on the back. "Awesome. I'm just glad we won." Paden's girlfriend came up to him. He smiled at her. "Hey," he said, reaching for her. She came closer to him, and he put his arm around her shoulders. She put her arm around his waist. "Mr. A, this is my girlfriend Susan," Paden said, introducing us for the first time. "Nice to finally meet you," I said with a nod. She had shoulder-length brunette hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin was naturally tan, and I learned later that she was part Brazilian. She had an athlete's body, not as curvy as I usually liked for a girl. Her hips were fairly straight, but she had great breasts. The image of Susan's breasts bouncing, her face screwed up in pain and pleasure, as Paden drove his large, teencock into her for the first time flashed into my head. I smiled. "I've heard a lot about you," she responded. "Paden talks about you all the time. He thinks you're awesome." "That's because he is!" Paden said. I laughed. "I pretty much am," I agreed with Paden. Susan laughed also. There was a moment of silence. "Okay, well, I'll talk to you guys later," I said, leaving the two alone. I found Danny and grabbed his hand. "You're basically a hero right now, freshman," I said to him with a grin. I knew he felt a little awkward being the only freshman on the Varsity team, especially because he was small, even compared to some of his classmates. Danny smiled broadly. "Thanks, Mr. A," he said. "I'm just glad it went in. For a minute there, I thought it was going to go over." "So did I!" I shouted, laughing. The crowd dissipated as more of the team made its way towards the locker-room. Paden stayed behind, talking to his girlfriend. I decided to make a brief stop in the locker-room to congratulate Grayson before heading home. It was about 9, and I had been at the school since 6:30 in the morning, so I was eager to go. I walked through the locker-room high-fiving and congratulating the players as I passed. A strong feeling of excitement permeated the room. The guys were hollering and joking with each other, most of them in various stages of undress. A large group had gathered around Paden and Danny, talking excitedly about the game's only score. If this game hadn't been on Thursday, I knew that they would all be heading out to parties. As it was, only about half of them would probably be heading out to party. I joined Grayson and Aaron in the office. "Hey Coach," I greeted him. "Just wanted to say congratulations before I left. That was an awesome game." "Thanks, Alex," Grayson responded. "I wasn't sure if we were ever gonna score. Their keeper is damn good." "Yep. I'm just glad that Miles kept up with them," Aaron added "True, true," Grayson nodded. "Paden and Danny really pulled it out at the end." "Yeah, they did," I agreed. "It was an impressive shot, I gotta say." "You guys did well, too," Grayson said. "Good job." "Thanks. It was mostly Aaron," I said. "He's been working with them all break, and I could see a difference in them as soon as I returned." Aaron nodded at me and smiled. "I'm gonna take off now. See you guys tomorrow." I left the office and headed out of the locker-room. As I walked to my car, I noticed Todd hanging around outside the building. "What's up, Todd?" I said. "Don't you have a ride home?" "Waiting for Paden," Todd responded. "He's giving me a ride." "What about Neal?" I teased. "He's long gone already, probably," Todd told me. "But he did text me before he took off to ask when we could settle our bet." I grinned. "Tough question," I replied. "What do you think?" "Well, there's this big party tomorrow night," Todd offered. "We could settle up there." I thought about this for a moment. Was I willing to go that far and actually attend a party with these guys? Obviously, I had done much more than that, but it was never as public as showing up at a party. If I went, anyone and everyone might see me, not just the guys who shared my interests and predilections. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Todd. Imagine the trouble I'd get into if someone reported me, not only for being at the party but for everything else." Todd nodded and scratched his chin. "I think I have a way around that." Todd explained that the party was taking place at a house near where Paden lived. Paden's parents would be out of town for the weekend, and he was staying with his grandparents. Todd's suggestion was that we ask Paden about the use of his house. "What about Paden's brother?" I asked. I knew that Paden had an older brother who was a freshman in college nearby. "He's staying in a dorm on campus," Todd answered. "He's almost never home." "This sounds like a plan," I agreed. "Talk to Paden, see what he says, and then let me know tomorrow." Todd smiled widely. "I'll talk to him on the way home." I went home that night both relieved and anxious about the next night. Although I had finally solved the mystery of my teenage bathroom cocksucker, I wasn't exactly relieved. Sure, the guy had been an excellent cocksucker, and Todd had insisted that he could be trusted. After all, he and Todd had been getting together for years. He was a risk, though. His first move, coming onto me in the bathroom when we had never met, was ballsy to say the least. He was a risk-taker, and I wasn't sure if he fully comprehended the need for discretion. Like an addict, it seemed to me that he was more concerned with getting his next fix any way he could, regardless of the potential consequences. Then again, maybe I was needlessly worried. Todd came into second period early the next morning and said, "It's all set." He handed me a sheet of paper with Paden's address and a time on it. "Paden figures that's about the time he and Susan will want to get out of the party," Todd said, gesturing toward the paper. I nodded. "Got it." Near the end of Paden's class, I asked him to stay for a few minutes before heading to lunch. "Is this really cool for night?" I asked when we were alone. "Definitely," he said. "I told my grandparents that I'm going to a movie with Susan and then spending the night at Todd's." I chuckled. "I wondered how you were getting out of the grandparent trap." He smiled. "It won't be a problem." He paused for a second. "Mr. A, let me ask you something." "Yeah?" "Todd told me about the bet or whatever that he had with his cousin, who, by the way, I didn't even know was a cocksucker." I nodded, indicating he should go on. "Do you think that we won for real or just because he wanted some of your Italian sausage?" I laughed. "Well," I began, "it's hard to say. When Todd told me about the bet, I was upset by it, because I felt like any win would be tainted." "That's what I thought, too, when he talked to me last night," Paden agreed. "But," I continued, "I don't think that's what happened. I was watching him really closely, and you really faked him out. Hell, you faked me out. I think he was ready for you to shoot, and he didn't recover quickly enough when you passed to Danny." "I really faked you out?" Paden asked excitedly. "Yep!" I said, chuckling again. "Suddenly the ball was going center instead of towards the goal. I was like, 'What the fuck just happened?'" Paden looked pleased with himself. "That's awesome," he said, "very awesome." He was obviously very proud. "See you tonight, Mr. A," he said with a wink and turned to leave. My friends and I gathered together that night for dinner and some drinks at a local restaurant. Jennifer was there. We hadn't seen each other in a while, but I knew that my friends were really pushing for us to get together. Jennifer and I were among the last single people of our group. I liked the sex with Jennifer, but I had never really seen it going beyond that. She was, after all, a receptionist at my friend's law firm, and she played up the sexy, ditzy blonde role. It was hard to know if there was more to her or not. Of course, I had never really tried to find out. Complaining of exhaustion from my first week back at school, I managed to extricate myself from the gathering (and any of Jen's expectations) around 11:30. I pulled the sheet of paper with Paden's address on it out of my pocket and punched the address into my GPS. As the route appeared on the screen, I noticed that he did, in fact, live fairly close to me. We were by no means neighbors, but lived only about a mile or so apart. When I pulled into Paden's driveway, I saw a light on upstairs. I got out of my car and walked up to the porch. As I got closer, I saw that Todd was standing in the shadows waiting. He walked towards me as I approached. A sexy grin played across his face. "Glad you made it, Mr. A. Right on time." His words were slightly slurred and he seemed a bit unsteady. "You drunk, Todd?" I asked. "Psh," he said. "Hell no. Just tipsy enough to be in a really good mood. You ready?" I nodded and followed Todd inside. We headed upstairs. "Where's Paden?" I asked. "He's not here, yet," Todd answered. "He gave me his key, so that we wouldn't have to wait for him and Susan." "That's probably a good idea," I said. "How would we explain my being here to Susan? Better for me to get in there before she gets here." We stopped outside a closed door. I could see the light shining from the crack at the bottom. "This is his brother's room," Todd explained, turning the handle. Neal was sitting on the bed shirtless and wearing only his boxers. They were already tented, and the teenage jock was rubbing his cock through them. His tight, smooth body tensed as he brought his hand over the sensitive head of his cloth-covered cock. Instinctively, I reached down and started rubbing my own crotch. Todd looked back and forth between us. "Should we get more comfortable, Mr. A?" Without saying a word, I untucked my polo shirt, and grabbing the bottom edges, pulled it off over my head. Neal's breath caught sharply in his throat when he saw my abs flex. He had seen and swallowed my cock, but he hadn't seen my whole body before. Todd chuckled and reached out to touch my chest. "God damn, Mr. A," he said, cupping one of my pecs. "You've got one hot body." I grinned broadly, my cock growing in my khaki pants in response to the praise from this teenjock. "Thanks, Todd." I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, slid the zipper down over my rapidly protruding bulge, and dropped my pants. Reaching into my boxerbriefs, I adjusted my cock, so that it was pointing up and to the left, growing along over my thigh and across my waist. Neal's eyes never left my body as I did this. His hand was now inside his own boxers, stroking his hard, 6.5" prick. "Your turn, Todd," I said, standing with my legs slightly spread. Todd quickly stripped down to nothing, revealing his hardening 7-inch dick and low, heavy balls. Neal stared at his cousin and licked his lips. He scooted towards the edge of the bed, eager to get his hands and mouth on us. Todd unexpectedly reached down and grabbed my meat tent. "Let it out," he breathed and squeezed my sausage. I pulled my shorts down, revealing my semi-hard Italian prong to the boys. Neal moaned involuntarily. He still had said nothing. I flexed my cock, making the heavy slab sway and causing my balls to rise and fall inside their loose, wrinkled sac. Neal slipped off the edge of the bed and sank to his knees. Todd and I were standing side-by-side, half-hard pricks hanging down over our full, extra large balls. Todd reached over and grabbed my dick with his right hand. He stroked me with his right and worked on his own cock with his left hand. Neal crawled over to us. He looked hungry, even desperate, like a starving man presented with his first real meal in weeks. My cock was rapidly growing under Todd's ministrations, and I was almost completely hard when Neal reached the two of us. Dropping both of our dicks, Todd looked down at Neal. "You hungry, cousin?" he asked, wiping his precum slick dickhead on Neal's cheek. "God yes," Neal answered. He reached for my cock and caressed it slowly, lovingly. "Every time I've thought about this since that day in the bathroom," Neal said, gently kissing the side of my thick Italian cock, "I've said to myself that it couldn't possibly be as big as I remembered." He kissed my cock again, rubbing the swollen, stiff meat on his face. "But it is," he whispered huskily. He continued lovingly fondling my dick, kissing up and down the entire 9.5-inch length of it. "It fucking is." Todd slapped his dick against his cousin's face. Neal turned and kissed Todd's dripping cockhead. Neal kept one hand on my cock and his other on Todd's. He stuck out his tongue, and Todd rested his cockhead on it. Precum oozed from Todd's teenage cock, coating his cousin's tongue with the sticky, salty lube. My own cock had reached its full length and girth. My balls were churning, producing and pumping up precum and sperm. Neal stroked my cock up and down, running his hand over the tip of it, which made me shudder. His biceps bulged and flexed as he jerked me off. He slid his hand back down, coating the entire shaft with my own precum. Soon, my cock was completely lubed and glistening with my own juices. While Neal handled my dick, he mouthed Todd's turgid prick. He was a masterful cocksucker, licking up the bottom of Todd's dick and teasing the underside with is tongue before swirling his tongue around the head, slurping on the corona and lapping up precum. Todd closed his eyes and moaned. Neal pulled gently on Todd's balls, massaging the soccer boy's cum tanks, urging more and more sperm from them. Neal opened his mouth and swallowed Todd's cock, taking the entire 7-inch length of it down his throat with one swallow. Todd groaned loudly and grabbed onto his cousin's head for support. With his lips suctioned tightly around Todd's cock, Neal began bobbing his head, repeatedly impaling his own face on his cousin's rigid dick. "Fuck yeah," Todd muttered. "Suck my cock, cousin." Even as he worked his mouth up and down Todd's dick, he never let go of me. His hand and face moved in rhythm, up and down Todd's cock and mine. I watched Neal give Todd head for several minutes, before deciding it was my turn. I moved closer to Todd and reached down for my cock. I pushed Neal's hand off my dick and held the fat fucker at the base. Neal continued to suck Todd. I slapped my heavy, wet dick on Neal's face. A loud, wet <thwap> hung in the air as my broad, meaty weapon met Neal's cheek, leaving a red mark that quickly disappeared. Neal moaned. I cockslapped Neal again. The boy whimpered. "Fuck," Todd muttered. "That thing's a fucking weapon." "My turn, Neal," I said, pushing my cock towards his lips. Almost reluctantly Neal released Todd's cock. He grabbed both of our dicks and pushed them together. My head was twice as wide as Todd's, but both were swollen and glistening with precum. Neal opened his mouth wide and tried to take both of us into his mouth at the same time. I watched as he struggled to wrap his lips around them before finally giving up and settling on licking them. He worked his tongue quickly and expertly around each of our heads, sliding it over one and under the other, back and forth. Finally, I pushed forward, displacing Todd's dick, so that my hog was the only thing in Neal's face. Lifting my cock, I laid it down on Neal's face. My swollen dick pulsed and oozed, rising proudly from Neal's chin to the top of his head. My precum oozed down the underside of my dick onto Neal's forehead and into his hair. The keeper stuck out his tongue and swabbed at my balls and the stalk of my dick. He gently sucked and munched on my sac, and then slipped down slightly to take my heavy, fat balls into his mouth. He sucked on one full nad and then the other; my balls were too big for him to take both in his mouth at the same time. Neal worked his tongue and mouth back and forth on my nuts, eliciting a series of involuntary groans from deep in my throat. I loved having my balls played with, but a lot of people (especially women) completely ignored the cum tanks. Neal, however, was hungrily working on them, bathing my sac with his spit. Ball play was guaranteed to produce a bigger load than normal, and I could feel my load building at the base of my cock, gathering for the explosion. I pulled Neal's head back and removed my balls from his mouth. He grudgingly released them and looked up at me, mouth open, panting. Todd was standing next to us, watching intently and stroking his cock while Neal fondled his cousin's balls. Neal's pleading eyes locked on mine. My cock rose high and proudly over Neal's face. I pushed it down towards his mouth, and the boy opened wide. Neal took just the head in his mouth at first. He let go of Todd's balls and wrapped both of his hands around my cockshaft. He stroked and squeezed the shaft while nursing on my cock head. My glans was lodged just behind his lips. His tongue repeatedly swept over the corona of my cock as he sucked the sticky precum from my piss slit. He opened his mouth and held my dick up, flicking his tongue against the other side, and again running it all around the tip, paying close attention to my swollen head. He gently slid his tongue into my gaping piss slit, causing still more of my own lube to come out in thick, pearly drops. Opening his mouth wide again, Neal took my cock into his mouth. He slowly worked his way down the shaft, taking inch after inch of my Italian meat into his mouth. I felt my cock hit the back of his throat, but Neal didn't stop. He pulled my cock down so it was as straight as possible. He then arched his back and twisted his neck, making the path into his throat as direct as he could. He kept going, breathing hard through his nose and working his way all the way down my shaft. He gulped and grunted as he went down on me, eating every inch of my sausage. Todd watched in amazement on my huge dick disappeared into his cousin's tight throat. Todd was stroking his dick hard and fast with his left hand; Neal was once again fondling Todd's balls, and Todd's hand had reached down to play with my sac. Neal gorged himself on my cock, his throat echoing hollowly each time he opened his mouth to swallow me. His throat closed repeatedly around my cockhead as the teen soccer jock kept up his throat assault on me. It wasn't long before I was all the way down his throat. My heavy balls rested on his chin; his lips were stretched perversely thin and wide at the wide base of my dick. "Fuck yeah, cousin," Todd grunted, stroking his cousin's hair. "Take all of my teacher's dick, cocksucker." After several seconds, Neal gagged and started to pull off of me. I grabbed his head and held him in place. He choked, pushing at my thighs. "Oh fuck, Mr. A," Todd whispered. "Choke my cousin with that huge dick, man." Neal moaned; tears ran down his face. I let go of his head and he slid back, releasing inch after inch of my swarthy Italian piece from his throat. My cock was covered with a slime of spit and precum. Neal licked my cock all over, holding it in his hands and working his mouth and tongue up and down the length and breadth of it. "My God," he muttered, kissing the head. "I can't believe I got all of that down my throat." "Me neither," I said. "How about we do it again?" "Don't forget me!" Todd said. His cock was beyond rigid, swollen and angry looking. He waved it at Neal. I wrapped my arm around Todd's waist and pulled us as close together as we could get. Neal knelt between us and got back to work immediately. He worked both of our cocks, bobbing up and down on mine before switching back to Todd's. Again and again Neal took us both into his throat. He never took me all the way to the base again, as he was in the wrong position for that, but I was able to go deep enough that his throat massaged my cockhead. Up and down with his fist on one cock and his mouth on the other, switching between us. I felt Todd shudder next to me. I knew the boy was about to cum. I was very close, also. Neal's jaw had to be getting tired, but he kept working us, squeezing harder with his hands and sucking his cheeks tightly around our pricks. Todd groaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum, cousin," he muttered. "I'm gonna shoot." Todd's body began to jerk and twitch. His balls rose up tight against his body. Neal released Todd's dick and leaned back and stroked both of us, watching our cocks intently. Each of our heads swelled and throbbed, our piss slits opening and closing in anticipation. "Where do you want it?" Todd grunted. "Oh God." Out of nowhere, Neal produced a clear, plastic cup. I took over stroking my own cock, as Neal now used both hands on Todd, one to hold the cup in place and one to direct Todd's cock into it. Todd again moaned through gritted teeth. He bucked his hips. I felt his body tense against mine, and I heard the first, high-powered shot of cum hit the bottom of the cup. The sound echoed briefly and the first shot ricocheted up the side, some of it spurting right back out of the cup. Neal adjusted the cup, finding the best position to collect his cousin's seed without losing any. I heard Neal muttering under his breath, counting each of his cousin's spurts. He stopped counting at nine. Then, grabbing Todd's cock at the base, he squeezed tightly from the bottom to the top, wringing out every last drop of cum. Neal held up the cup. A sizeable amount of cum had collected in the bottom of it, rising a centimeter or more from the bottom. He licked the side of the cup and the top where some of Todd's jizz had splashed. Todd's breathing slowed down and he slid his cock out of his cousin's hand. Todd looked at the cup. "Pretty good amount, I'd say." "We already know that I can beat it," I said with a wink, pushing my cock back into Neal's face. I was very close to cumming. My balls were already drawing up, and I could feel a huge wad of cum building at the base and rising up the long tube of my cock. Neal sucked my cockhead and stroked the shaft, coaxing the cum from deep in my nads. Up and down Neal continued on my shaft. Todd remained next to me, encouraging both of us. "Fuck yeah, Mr. A," he whispered in my ear. "Use my cousin's mouth. Feed him that thick Italian cream of yours." I grunted, pushing into Neal's mouth again and again. He gagged and paused each time my cock hit the back of his throat, but each time he let me in. Neal was closer to me than he had been before, and I slid my leg between his legs. His hard cock remained in his boxers; he hadn't touched it since he started his work on us. I pushed my muscled leg against his cock and rubbed it. Neal thrust his hips earnestly against my leg like a dog, working up his load. "Yeah, Neal," Todd said. "Eat my teacher's dick. Choke on that fat fucker. Get ready to drown in cum, cocksucker." Neal moaned and sucked harder. I felt the vibrations of his moaning rise along my shaft, and his throat surrounded and squeezed my cock head again. He moaned again, and I felt his hot, sticky cum ooze through his boxers and onto my leg. "Oh shit, Neal," I breathed. "I'm gonna fucking bust, man." My breathing grew heavier, and I felt that familiar tingle start in my wide cockhead and spread throughout my body. My balls were tight now, one large egg on each side of my veiny shaft. Neal released me and aimed my cock into the cup. My first shot of cum hit Todd's deposit with such force, that I felt cum splash back onto my legs. There was less power behind the next shots, but Neal still had to struggle to keep the cum from splashing back out of the cup. This wasn't the "biggie" cup that he had brought to our first encounter, in which he had managed to contain the rockets of sperm from my fertile nads. Neal was counting again, breathless. "11, 12, 13," he said as the last shot of cum escaped my dick. The remaining load oozed out the tip, dribbling down into the cup. As he had done with his cousin, Neal squeezed every drop of cum from my shaft before letting go of me. Holding the cup up again, he examined it. There was now at least an inch of cum in the bottom of the cup. Neal gazed at the juice longingly. "Is that what you needed, hungry boy?" I asked. My cock, having lost its rigidity, but still huge and fat, hung down at least 8 inches over my now loose sac. Neal swatted at it playfully. "God, yes," he said. "You guys are like machines. Jesus Christ." Todd grinned. "You love eating cum, don't you, cousin?" Neal nodded. "You know it!" I pointed down at my leg. "Why don't you clean me up," I said, not really asking him. Neal carefully put down his cup of man-spew and got down close to my leg. He licked my foot and shin where his teen cream had ended up. He looked up when he was finished. "Good boy," I said, patting his head. "How about you drink ours now?" Todd asked. Neal again took the cup in his hands, gazing at it. He swirled the cup around, mixing his cousin's sperm with mine, two huge thick loads of man cream in one cup. Neal tipped the cup to his lips and eagerly drank it, gulping down our milk like a nursing baby. He swallowed and swallowed what must have seemed an endless supply. He kept the last of it in his mouth and swished it around, feeling it coat his teeth, tongue and cheeks. "Open up and show us," I said. Neal obeyed. A puddled lake of white cream rested on his tongue. I nodded at him, and he swallowed. "Delicious," he said, a wicked smile on his face. "You're one hell of a hungry cocksucker," I said. "I told you that he was used to balls flying at his face!" Todd said. Neal smiled. "I can't help it, but my real love is cum. The cock is just the delivery system. I'd rather suck a small dick that delivers a huge load than a big dick that delivers an average load." Todd grinned. "But of course your favorite is a big dick that delivers a gigantic load." Neal leaned forward and kissed my deflated dick. "Yes, yes it is." I laughed. "Happy to oblige," I said. "I will gladly do that any time you want," Neal offered. "Any time. My God. I'll do anything." He continued petting me. "I make no promises," I said, "but you do always have your cousin the Blaster here. He produces almost as much as I do." Neal hugged Todd's waist. "I know, and I love every drop of it." "Okay, I'm gonna head back to the party," Todd said abruptly, pushing Neal off of him. He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his cock clean. "See if I can get some play from a girl tonight, too." Neal laughed. "You told two or three of them that you'd 'be right back,' and that was almost an hour ago!" "They'll wait," Todd said with a wink. "You coming?" he said to Neal. Neal nodded. The two got dressed and left. I wondered if Neal was also hoping to get some more play from a girl (or another guy? I wasn't sure what all his interests were). I sat down on the bed for a moment and relaxed, stretching out on it. As I lay there, I wondered what Paden's brother was like. Was he anything like Paden? What was his story? As I relaxed more, a sound came to my ears from the room next door. It was the rhythmic thumping of a bed against the wall. I heard a muffled scream. I grinned. Paden's room was apparently right next-door. Did I dare interrupt them? A flash of Susan's perfect, pert tits bouncing as Paden drilled her returned to my mind. I got off the bed and left the room, still nude, and with an awakening monster between my legs. ******************* What did you think? Did you get off? Was it good for you? Let me know how (or if) you enjoyed it. As I said in the foreword, feedback keeps my blood flowing (as it were). Later today or tomorrow, on the Yahoo! Group, I will post a version of the story depicting the straight sex encounter set up at the end of this episode. Again, I hope to get back to posting more regularly, but no promises as I begin the busy spring semester of teaching. I have every intention of continuing this story until I have no more ideas for it (or until you all are so bored of it that I have to give it up). Do let me know how you felt about this chapter, particularly if you enjoyed it and got off to it. If you didn't like it, well, don't bother telling me that unless you have a specific reason why and a suggestion for improvement. I rely on the readers to keep the story going and to keep it good! 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