AUTHOR'S NOTE A relatively quick turnaround this time, thanks to Winter Break!
Some of you noticed that an edited version of Chapter 7 was posted, and you were a little upset that the ending had been changed. No worries. So many of the thoughts people had about the scene were inaccurate that I decided it was better to move it to the beginning of Chapter 8, where I could give it more context.
There is a non-high-school-age sex scene in this chapter. You'll see it coming; feel free to skip it.
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Mr. Beck stared at the computer display in his office. Strands of his jizz crisscrossed his chest and rivulets of sperm ran over his belly into the waistband of his boxers. His semi-hard cock hung out of the fly, oozing the last drops of his seed onto the leather desk chair.
The TV switched off in his son's room, and the video feed went dark.
"Shit," he whispered to himself in disgust. His face burned with embarrassment. He cursed himself for upgrading the security cameras.
Every room in the house except the bathrooms had security cameras. For privacy, the cameras in the bedrooms were only activated when no one was home, but the night after the USA-Belgium World Cup match he had decided to check that the recently upgraded cameras and DVR were functioning properly. When he came to the feed from his son's room, he was surprised to see Nico lying spread eagle, spraying his stomach with cum. He was even more surprised to see his son between Nico's legs. He had long ago guessed that they jerked off together, but he hadn't suspected that they were trying other things.
He clicked off of the feed that night and tried to calm his rapid breathing. His dick was hard. He hurried to his bedroom, where he fucked his wife until he dumped his load deep inside of her. His dreams, though, were filled with visions of Nico's hard, spurting cock. He woke with morning wood. He snuggled against his wife and woke her for round two.
While Mrs. Beck showered, Mr. Beck headed to his son's room to wake the boys for breakfast. He had been about to knock on the door when he heard Nico's insistent voice. He could barely make out the words.
"I don't...gay."
He heard his son, "No one..."
"...I liked it...that must mean..."
"...14 and horny..."
The voices got quieter, and he couldn't hear anything until Nico said that he was going to get ready to go home.
Mr. Beck quickly moved away from the door, so that it appeared that he was just making his way down the hall.
"Morning, Nico. You boys ready for breakfast?" His eyes flicked surreptitiously to the bulge in the 14-year-old's pajamas. Even soft, the ample size of the Italian boy-meat was obvious.
Nico was surprised to see Mr. Beck standing there in his boxers. His smooth upper-body was slim and toned, similar to Drew's, not as muscled and defined as his dad's chest and arms.
"You okay?" Mr. Beck said when Nico didn't respond.
Nico blushed, embarrassed that he was looking so closely at his friend's dad and afraid that Mr. Beck might have heard his conversation with Drew. He coughed. "Yes, sorry, Mr. Beck. I think I'm just going to get dressed and head home, if that's okay. I'm kind of feeling bad." He placed his hand on his smooth torso, just below his pecs, and rubbed his stomach.
The natural confidence with which he made the motion--that he had so easily and nonchalantly placed his hand on his athletic body--imbued it with unintentional sexuality. It was intensely erotic to Mr. Beck.
Mr. Beck swallowed. "Sure, no problem. Want me to call your dad?"
"No, no," Nico said hastily. "I'll be fine."
Mr. Beck watched Nico's round, flannel-covered ass walk into the bathroom. He paused, heard a powerful stream of piss hitting the water in the toilet. His dick was rapidly hardening. He went back to his bedroom. He passed his wife, who was on her way to her dressing room wearing only a towel, and hurriedly kissed her cheek. He dropped his boxers and entered the large walk-in shower. The hot water quickly steamed the glass. He stroked himself to full hardness and, thinking about Nico and his teenage cock and ass, released his third load in 10 hours all over the tile floor.
Embarrassment followed, and remorse. He swore that he would never again watch the video feed.
But three nights later, when Nico was again spending the night, Mr. Beck couldn't help but wonder what might be going on behind his son's closed door. He tried to resist the urge to activate the camera, but his will was weak; he wanted to see Nico's fully hard dick again. He realized long ago that his son's friend was large, when he had seen him hanging out of his boxers, but it was quite different to see the 14-year-old's cock fully engorged. It had appeared in his dreams every night since he first saw it spurting.
And so, after his wife had gone to sleep, he had gone to his office and turned on the camera in his son's room. He had watched Nico push his hard dick against his son's face; he had watched Nico lie back while his son sucked him; he had watched Nico shoot on his son's face. And he had shot his own load, right up to his face, imagining that he was between Nico's legs.
Then came the remorse, the regret, the disappointment and disgust. Nico was his son's best friend; they were the same age. He vowed anew that he would never again look at the feed.
Nico stared at the ceiling and thought about the previous night's experience. His feelings still confused him a little. He had enjoyed having a guy--his best friend, not just any guy--blow him, and he had to admit that it was much better than jacking off. He hadn't minded sucking Drew's dick. He had kind of enjoyed that, too, knowing that he had been able to make someone else cum with his mouth. He didn't know what any of it meant, though. Maybe it just meant that he was a horny teenage boy. Maybe it meant something else.
He looked over at Drew, asleep on his side and facing him. He smiled. He decided again that it didn't really matter what it meant.
Drew opened his eyes and saw Nico looking at him. His heart started to race. Was Nico going to freak out again? Nico smiled at him. Drew relaxed.
"Morning, bro," Nico said. "Good dreams?" Drew had kicked off his blankets during the night, and his morning wood poked through the fly of his boxers.
"Fuck you." Drew reached down and tucked his hard-on back inside his shorts.
"You wish." Nico laughed. "Morning wood. The curse of being a dude."
Drew was unsurprised to see Nico's tented sheet. "Nothing a piss won't take care of."
"Yep." Nico leapt out of bed. He adjusted his hard dick so that it was held up by the waistband of his pajamas. He pulled on a t-shirt to hide the portion of his teen-meat that rose beyond his waistband. He was heading straight to the bathroom, but he if he ran into Mr. or Mrs. Beck in the hallway, he didn't want his full tent showing.
In the bathroom, Nico pulled his pajamas down and hooked the waistband beneath his heavy balls. He pushed his dick down as much as he could, but it still wasn't pointed at the toilet. He had to position himself so that he was sort of lunging next to the toilet and bent over it, so that his dick was better aimed at the bowl. He let loose a strong stream of boy-piss. He sighed contentedly as his whiz filled the bowl and frothed. He looked down at his softening cock and stood up straight to finish emptying his bladder. He shook the last few drops from his soft, meaty dick and stuffed it back into his pajamas. No more tent, just his natural bulge.
Nico came out of the bathroom and saw Mr. Beck. "Good morning, Mr. Beck."
Dean Beck opened and shut his mouth a couple of times. His eyes automatically flashed to Nico's bulge. He cleared his throat. "Morning, Nico," he finally said. "Breakfast?"
"Absolutely." Nico smiled and turned back to Drew's room. Had Mr. Beck just checked him out?
"Your dad says it's time for breakfast," Nico said to Drew. "You better do something about that boner, first."
"Shaddup." Drew hurried to the bathroom and returned wood-free.
The boys gobbled down the eggs and pancakes that Mr. Beck had prepared. Mrs. Beck was still asleep.
"So what do you guys want to do today?" Mr. Beck looked at the two boys.
"I'm going to watch the Germany-France World Cup match. My dad recorded it, since we couldn't be home yesterday. With Italy and the US out, Germany is our last connection." He smiled at the Becks. "You guys can come over."
Mr. Beck grinned. "I don't know. You and your dad can get a bit intense about soccer... We're not nearly as passionate."
Nico laughed. "I guess that's true. Plus... there are two more games today. Maybe that's too much for you guys."
Drew nodded. "I like soccer, but that's just excessive. I'd rather play it all day than watch it all day."
"I get it, I get it." Nico smiled at his friend.
Nico and his parents had deliberately avoided all news about the Germany-France match. Hummels' early goal raised the Cavallonis' hope for a win. There was some disappointment as shots were missed or blocked, and there was much shouting and gesturing at the TV for the next 90 minutes, but in the end, Hummels' goal was enough.
Nico sent a Snapchat of himself and his parents to Drew. "GERMANY WON!!!" The Cavallonis were beaming.
Drew showed the pic to his dad.
His dad laughed. "Yeah. That happened yesterday. They could have just read the news."
Drew shook his head. "They'd rather watch it, I guess."
"So I've been thinking we should get a new TV for the living room."
"Really? Why?"
Drew's dad shrugged. "This one's a few years old. Might as well, right?"
Drew laughed. "If you say so. Can I come with you?"
Mr. Beck nodded. "Obviously." He smiled at his son. "Plus, we gotta pick up your new laptop."
"Are you serious?" Drew could hardly contain his excitement.
Argentina had just beaten Belgium for a spot in the semi-finals when Luca's phone rang.
"Hey Dean, what's going on?" "You did? And you need help getting it on the wall? Don't you have people for that?" Luca laughed. "They don't work on the weekends, huh?" "Sure. I'll come over now."
"What's going on, Luca?" Dani asked.
"Dean decided to buy a new TV, and he needs help getting it on the wall." Luca chuckled. "Want to come with me, Nico?" Luca ruffled his son's hair.
"Duh." Nico smiled at his dad.
"I'll make sure to record Netherlands, since I doubt you'll be back in time." Dani smiled at her husband.
Luca kissed his wife. "Thank you."
Nico was already out the door. Luca jogged to catch up.
"Thanks for your help." Dean stood aside to let in Luca and Nico.
"No problem." Luca patted Dean on the shoulder as he passed into the house. "You sure we'll be able to do this? I'm not paying if we drop the TV and break it." He grinned.
Dean laughed. "I'm not going to make you pay just because you're too weak to hold up your end of the TV."
Luca laughed. "We'll see about that."
Dean watched Luca walk towards the living room. Luca's gray t-shirt stretched tight across his broad back and clung to his biceps; his black Adidas warm-up pants hugged his ass nicely and made his ample bulge less conspicuous. Since that night he had first seen Nico hard and cumming, Dean hadn't been able to stop thinking about the Cavalloni men. Given Nico's size, Dean imagined that Luca would be better hung than most porn stars. His dick was getting hard.
Drew came out into the living room. He stopped and stared. Standing side-by-side, the Cavallonis looked almost like twins. Like his father, Nico was dressed in a gray t-shirt and black Adidas warm-ups. His shirt wasn't as tight on his teenage body as his dad's, but it showed his budding pecs and, tucked into his pants, the beginnings of v-shaped torso. This is what Mr. Cavalloni looked like when he was a teenager, Drew decided, and what Nico would look like as an adult. His teenage prick started to get hard.
"Hey Drew," Luca Cavalloni said, drawing Drew out of his reverie. "I see your dad went on a bit of a shopping spree." He pointed at the new TV.
Drew laughed. "He's crazy. He just decided all of a sudden that we needed a new TV."
"UltraHD!" Dean Beck spoke emphatically; to him, that was explanation enough for the purchase.
Drew rolled his eyes. "But that's not all! C'mon Nico, I want to show you what else we got." He gestured for Nico to follow him to his bedroom.
Luca looked at Dean and raised his eyebrows quizzically.
"New laptop," Dean answered, "for school."
Luca grinned. "We haven't bought Nico's, yet. He's going to lose it. He doesn't know that Collins requires it. I hope Drew doesn't ruin the surprise."
Dean shook his head. "I don't think he knows it's required, either. I just told him that I thought it was time he had his own, since he's going to be in high school."
Luca nodded and looked around. "Where's Stacy?"
"Out. Probably buying something to get back at me for spending money on the TV." He grinned broadly.
Luca laughed. "Nice. So what about the TV?"
"Well, first we take down the old TV." Dean motioned for Luca to follow him to the garage. Each grabbed a ladder and returned to the living room.
"I can't believe you got a new computer." Nico enviously touched the shining aluminum case.
Drew beamed. "I know! My dad said he thought it was time that I had my own."
"You're so lucky. I wonder when my parents will buy me one."
"Dunno." Drew shrugged. "But until then...we can use mine." He grinned slyly at Nico. "For just about anything."
Nico smiled. "Not right now, though. Our dads are right out there."
"Obviously." Drew laughed. "I'm not an idiot. But maybe you can spend the night."
"I'll ask my dad right now!"
Drew followed Nico out into the living room. Their dads were in the process of lifting the new TV to the wall mount.
"Hey boys, come here," Drew's dad called. "Just kind of hold up the bottom of the TV while we line it up.
Drew and Nico stood between the ladders. The TV was heavy, but their dads were holding up most of the weight. Drew looked to his left. Mr. Cavalloni's nylon-covered crotch was at eye-level. He licked his lips. He could easily reach out and touch Mr. Cavalloni's soft cock or push his face into Mr. Cavalloni's crotch. He had always recognized that Mr. Cavalloni was attractive, and he had noticed his bulging crotch before, but he hadn't really considered the possibility of sucking Mr. Cavalloni's dick. Not until that day. He looked to his right, saw Nico in the same t-shirt and pants as his father. The similarity between father and son made Drew's mind race.
Drew faced the wall, willing away his burgeoning hard-on.
"Okay boys, step back," Drew's dad ordered.
The boys stepped back. Mr. Beck and Mr. Cavalloni cautiously removed their hands from the TV. It remained firmly attached to the wall.
"Nicely done." Luca climbed down from the ladder.
"And you managed not to drop it! You're stronger than you thought." Dean teased his friend.
"Okay, skinny arms." Luca grinned.
"Hey, Dad, can I spend the night again tonight?" Nico interrupted his dad's good-natured teasing.
"Hmm. I dunno, Nico. That's two nights in a row. What do you say, Dean?"
Drew's dad shrugged. "Sounds fine to me." I will not spy on my son's room tonight, Dean Beck swore to himself.
"Awesome!" Drew and Nico shouted at the same time and laughed. They went back to Drew's bedroom.
Luca shook his head as his son and his friend disappeared. He closed up his ladder and followed Dean back to the garage.
"You sure it's okay?" he asked Dean. He hung the ladder on the wall. "Two nights in a row might be overkill."
"It'll be fine." Dean placed his ladder next to Luca's. He started back to the door.
"Hold on," Luca said suddenly. "I've been wondering something."
"What's that?" Dean turned to look at Luca, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Something you said yesterday about knowing what might have happened with Nico and Drew. What were you talking about?"
"You sure you want to know?" What should he tell Luca? He certainly couldn't reveal that he had seen their sons going at it on camera. Twice. Could he? Better not to risk it.
"Stop being evasive. Just tell me." Luca spoke firmly.
Dean took a deep breath and related the bits of conversation he had heard through the door the morning after he had first seen Nico and Drew on camera.
"Oh wow," Luca responded. "So you think...?"
"I'm not sure what to think." Dean lied. He knew exactly what had happened, but he couldn't reveal too much.
"Hmm..." Luca debated whether to reveal his own thoughts.
The two dads looked at each other in silence for a few moments. Dean's eyes roved over Luca's body. Nico, all grown up. He made a decision.
"I'm pretty sure they're just experimenting," Dean said.
Luca nodded. "Yeah, definitely. I've thought that for a while. Nico's always too conscientious about changing his sheets after Drew spends the night." Luca chuckled.
Dean was surprised to hear how accepting Luca was. He let out a relieved sigh.
Luca laughed. "What? Did you think I was going to freak out about our sons jacking off together?"
Dean laughed nervously. "Not sure what I thought. Guess I'm a little surprised that you're so cool about it."
"You're not exactly panicking, I gotta say." Luca smiled.
"So you don't think they're gay?"
Luca shrugged. "No idea. I messed around with my friends, and I'm not gay. I think a lot of guys do."
Dean swallowed. His dick was getting hard. Might Luca still be interested in guy-on-guy action? "Yeah. Same here. I just figure something besides dick jerking must have happened, based on what I heard."
"Maybe." Luca nodded. The boys had been jerking together for a while. For them to proclaim suddenly that they weren't gay surely meant that something different had happened. "I don't think that changes anything, though."
"Meaning...?"
"Well... my friends and I did more than jack off when we were in high school. Hell, my first blowjob was from a guy."
"No shit?!?" Dean gasped in surprise. He reached into his pocket and tried to discreetly adjust his rapidly inflating cock, so that it grew towards his pocket instead of straight out in front of him.
Dean's movement didn't go unnoticed. Luca thought Dean was attractive, and he had often wondered whether he might be able to make Dean into a playmate. The right time had never presented itself, however, and their occasional sexual banter had never developed. Luca seized the opportunity.
"Oh yeah, man. I remember it well. I was in 9th grade...," Luca reached down and adjusted his growing cock, "...and my friends and I had just gotten back from the skating rink where this girl in our grade had her birthday party. Lame, right?"
Dean grinned. "Seems pretty typical to me." His dick was hard, poking against his pocket.
Luca smiled back. "Anyway, we were talking about the girls and how horny we were. I already had a bit of a reputation for my size at that point..."
"Let me guess... Everyone called you 'Horse'?"
Luca laughed. "Not at all. Just as trite, though. Rocky V had come out a couple years earlier, so I was dubbed 'Italian Stallion.'"
"Thanks a lot, Rocky." Dean chuckled.
Luca shrugged. "I was fine with it. I always called him" Luca gestured at his crotch "'Beast.' Anyway, we were drinking. My parents were out, and there was ALWAYS wine around. There was a new guy there, just moved to town, so he knew my nickname and had seen me in the locker-room, but he'd never been jacked with us before. So after we were all a little drunk, he busts out with, 'How big are you hard?' My friends all laughed. Pretty soon we all had our dicks out and were jacking off, still talking about the girls and what we'd do to them."
Luca's hardening dick was snaking its way down the leg of his pants. He grabbed the thick shaft and held it as he told his story.
Dean watched Luca's hand close around his nylon-covered cock and swallowed hard.
"Then new guy grabs my dick and starts jerking me off. I lean back and let him do the work, and then suddenly his mouth is on my dick. I sat up like a shot, man. I didn't know what to do. Part of me said to push him away, but fuck, I couldn't believe how great it felt. My friends started whooping in excitement, encouraging him and me, so I let him go at it. Gotta say it didn't take me long to cum."
"Holy fuck, Luca."
Luca laughed. "Yeah. It was pretty great. And it wasn't the last time a bud sucked me off, either." Luca rubbed his shaft and looked at Dean's crotch. "I guess we both liked that story."
Dean blushed. "I guess so." He gestured feebly at his hard-on.
"I haven't been with a bud since we moved here," Luca admitted.
"You mean you kept up the guy stuff?"
"Yep. There were four of us back in Colorado. One of my friends from high school and two from college. Every few weeks we'd get together, watch some porn, talk about our significant others, and jerk off. Sometimes it went further than that." Luca smirked at Dean. He had a feeling Dean was open to doing more than jerk off together. And he was more than willing to oblige.
Luca had hoped to find a similar group to mess around with in Florida. Besides Dean, he'd considered Faggi and Jamie as possible members of his little group, but he was too cautious. His Colorado group was made up of long-time friends, people he knew were into the scene. But in Florida, he had no way of knowing how Faggi or Jamie or Dean would react. Until now.
Dean didn't respond. He stared at Luca; his hand was in his pocket, massaging his cock. Luca grabbed Dean's other hand and placed it on his hard cock. Dean let out a quiet moan and shuddered when his hand touched the broad tube of nylon-covered Italian meat. Luca's dick pulsed against Dean's palm. Luca opened Dean's pants and pulled out his dick; it was already leaking. Luca stroked Dean slowly, looking straight into his eyes. Dean wrapped his fingers around the shaft of Luca's dick. Luca wiped Dean's precum and pressed his fingers to Dean's lips. Dean obediently opened his mouth and licked his self-lube from Luca's fingers. Luca slid his digits in and out of Dean's mouth.
"I'm glad I found a new bud here." Luca leaned in close to Dean and spoke huskily. His dick was threatening to rip through his pants. He wanted to feel that tongue and those lips on his meat. It was time to let it out. He smiled at Dean and placed both hands on his shoulders.
Dean sank to his knees in front of Luca. He placed his hands on Luca's narrow waist and pulled his hips forward. He pressed his face against Luca's crotch and began to lick and mouth Luca's dick through the nylon, testing the full length and girth of it with his lips and tongue. Luca placed his hand on the back of Dean's head and held it against his throbbing cock. Dean looked up at him, tongue out.
"Take it out," Luca commanded.
Dean grabbed the waistband of Luca's pants. Inch after inch of Luca's long Italian cock was slowly revealed as Dean slid down his pants and boxer-briefs.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dean whispered. Luca's pants were more than halfway down his thighs, and his dick had not yet popped free. "How fucking big are you?"
Luca's dick was finally released from his pants. It bounced up, hard and powerful, and hit Dean in the face. Dean looked up at Luca, shocked and hungry.
Luca lifted his thick shaft and rested it on Dean's face. "About 10 inches long and 7 inches around. Heavy, huh?"
Dean groaned and stuck out his tongue. He lapped at the underside of Luca's dick. He grabbed the fat Italian meat and pulled it hard against his face, enjoying the heft and the heat of it.
Luca pushed Dean away and pressed his swollen dickhead against Dean's lips.
Dean pulled back. He spit on his palm and started stroking Luca's cock with his right hand while working his own hard dick with his left. "There's no way I can take all of that."
Luca smiled. "You don't have to take it all." He flexed his PC muscles; his dick swelled and popped out of Dean's hand.
Dean hadn't sucked a dick since college, and he had never seen, much less sucked, a dick the size of Luca's. He continued stroking his friend's fat Italian prong, loving the length and feel of it in his hand. It was somewhat hot to the touch. The tube underneath was obscenely wide, and a large vein ran along the top to about the halfway point before it branched off and circled down the sides.
Luca loved the way Dean was admiring his dick, worshipping it with his eyes and hands, but he wanted lip service as well. "You can fondle and play with my beast all you want when we have more time. Our sons are inside, and you wife could come home at any minute. Plus, I got a soccer match to watch."
Luca again pushed his dick to Dean's lips. This time, Dean opened his mouth wide and closed his lips around Luca's Italian meat. Luca moaned quietly. "There you go, Dean. Work that tongue on my beast."
Dean groaned. Luca heard heavy splats landing on the floor and looked down to see Dean's cock erupting.
"Holy shit!" In his amazement, Luca spoke louder than he had intended, but he had never seen anyone outside of porn cum with such force and volume. And he'd never seen anyone bust a load just from licking his dick.
Luca moved his hips gently, sliding his thick dick in and out of Dean's wet mouth. Dean sucked and licked him. He could get a little more than half of Luca's dick in his mouth. He used his hand to stroke the several inches of meat that remained untouched by his lips and tongue. Luca placed his hand on the top of Dean's head and pushed in and out of his mouth with more force.
Luca knew he wasn't going to last long. Dean's reaction to his size was a huge turn-on, and it had been a long time since he'd had another man worshipping his meat. He looked down and gasped. For a brief minute his eyes told him that it was Drew, his son's best friend, sucking him. He groaned loudly. Drew sucking him. Just like Drew had sucked his son. Luca was positive in that moment, just before he filled Dean's mouth with his Italian seed, that the friction between their sons had been because Drew had sucked off Nico.
Luca stopped thrusting and held Dean's head in place. Dean opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. Luca rested his flared, swollen dick head on Dean's tongue and shot his wad. He heard Dean gulping down his load and let out a contented sigh.
Luca grabbed his softening cock and squeezed the length of it, milking it. He shook the last drops of cum from his dick head; they fell to the floor and joined Dean's.
"Whew!" Luca said. "Efficient! Normally I like to take a little more time." He grinned down at Dean and offered his hand.
Dean grabbed Luca's hand, and Luca helped him to his feet. Dean stuffed his dick back inside his pants. He reached out and touched Luca's soft cock. Even limp, it was huge, more than a handful. His balls hung low, heavy. Dean gently tugged on them. Next time, he'd pay more attention to his friend's sac.
"Whoa, now. No time for another round, man. Like I said, you can do all the exploring you want when we have more time." Luca chuckled. "And we can work on getting you to swallow more of me."
"What?"
"Next time. I like a deep throat. We can work on that."
"So there will be a next time?"
Luca just grinned. "Did not expect you to swallow! Probably good you did, though. I'd have ended up on your face and clothes, otherwise, and you already have a huge mess to clean up." He gestured at the puddle of Dean's cum on the floor of the garage.
"Shit. I've always been a heavy cummer, but man... I think that was bigger than usual!"
"It was nice, I gotta say. Never seen a guy cum like that in person. Big turn on." Luca flashed Dean a bright smile.
"Well, same here, but with your mother fucking giant cock." They both laughed.
"We better get back inside before the boys come looking for us." Luca secured his flaccid dick inside his underwear and then pulled up his pants.
Dean grabbed a roll of paper towels from a nearby shelf. "I'm gonna wipe this up. See you inside."
Luca opened the door. He was somewhat worried that he would find the boys just inside the door, trying to make sense of what they had heard going on outside. He was relieved to find the laundry room, and then the kitchen, empty. His and Dean's tryst remained secret. Luca was surprisingly comfortable with the idea of his son knowing that he had continued to mess around with other guys long after his teenage years, but he knew that he was doing amounted to cheating on his wife, and he couldn't justify that to his son. At least he never hooked up with strangers, he told himself. Only with guys he trusted.
He loved Dani without a doubt, and he had even considered telling her about his bisexual tendencies, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so instead he always assuaged his guilt by being especially attentive to her needs in the days following one of his encounters. Luca grinned. It was good that Nico was spending the night at Drew's.
As Luca approached Drew's room, he paused. Drew had his own computer, now. What might be going on inside the room? He had no doubt that the computer would be used for viewing porn, but would they have dared while their dads were so close? He laughed out loud. The proximity of their sons hadn't stopped him from hooking up with Dean. He rounded the corner and was surprised to see that Drew's door was wide open. They were playing a video game. Apparently they had more will power than their dads.
Luca knocked on the doorjamb. "Ready to go, Nico?"
Nico threw down the controller. "Yep. Let's go watch Netherlands beat Costa Rica."
"That's your prediction, huh?" Luca asked.
"Toldja when it all started, Dad. Netherlands versus Germany in the end. See you tonight, Drew?"
Drew nodded. "Yep!"
"You should have come and watched the match with us, Drew." Nico and Drew were lying next to each other on the air mattress. "You know, you should really just get a new bed. This air mattress has been up pretty much all summer."
Drew laughed. "I'll be sure and ask my parents for that." He paused. "So it was a good game, huh?"
"Netherlands was really good. They dominated. Possession. Shots."
"Still came down to a shoot-out."
Nico shrugged. "Costa Rica's keeper was really good."
"So you're still predicting Netherlands in the final?"
Nico nodded. "Yep. I think so. Redemption for 2010."
They watched TV in silence for a while.
"So how long before we bust out the computer?" Nico grinned at Drew.
Drew laughed. "We should wait for my parents to go to bed, don't you think?"
"Okay, sure. I'm just amped up from the game, I think. I miss getting out there and playing."
"I get that. I do, too. Coach Jamie said they'd start the summer clinic again after the World Cup was over."
"I know. I can't wait. I wonder what Coach thinks about the tournament so far."
"In about a week, you'll be able to ask him all about it."
"I could email him. Or text him."
"I guess you could. Why would you, though?"
"I dunno. I guess partly 'cause I've kinda been wanting to practice more, anyway. Might be a good way to ask him."
"Why?"
Nico was silent for a moment. "I'm really worried about Collins next year."
"What are you talking about, Nico?" Drew muted the TV and looked at his friend.
"Well, I mean, me being able to go there is all because of the scholarship, right? For soccer? Well, that means I gotta be good enough at soccer. And what if I'm not?"
Drew laughed. "What the fuck are you talking about? You're one of the best players at CUFC."
"BFD. You know Collins gets a lot of international students. Some of them have been playing forever, in places where soccer is a way bigger deal than it is here. They're probably all better than I am."
Drew wasn't sure how to respond to his friend. Nico had always been confident in his playing abilities without being cocky. His sudden diffidence puzzled Drew.
"And you know, if I'm not good enough, I won't have a scholarship. I just want to keep practicing."
"Okay. How can I help?"
"Maybe we could play more, even outside of CUFC? And when school starts?"
Drew placed his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Deal, bro. Why did you wait so long to bring it up? We could have been doing this all summer."
"I dunno. I've been caught up in the Cup, I guess, but now that there aren't three or four games a day, I've been thinking about it more."
"Have you talked to your dad? You know he'd be happy to work with you."
"Not yet, but I will. He's been in the same zone I have, plus he's teaching a summer class."
"You know there's also Brett. He's goalie for their JV team. I bet he'd be willing to practice."
"Oh yeah." Brett Trenton. The guy who gave Nico his "Horse" nickname. They had practiced together a few times when Brett was still in middle school. "I haven't even talked to him since he went to Collins."
"So text him."
Drew's mom and dad came to the room to say good night.
"Don't stay up too late." Drew's mom her usual admonition, but followed up with, "and no funny business on the computer." She gave Drew a stern look.
"Oh geez, Mom. C'mon." Drew blushed.
Mr. Beck grinned knowingly at the boys. He wasn't particularly bothered by the idea of the boys using the computer for watching porn. His primary concern was that they were smart about whom they talked to and what they shared. He and his wife had given Drew "Internet safety" talk a long time ago, and he had reinforced it before handing over the new laptop.
"Good night, boys," he said and closed the door. Should he go to his office and switch on the video feed, or should he follow his wife to the bedroom? Luca was probably fucking Dani right now. Luca with his 10-inch dick. Dean's dick was getting hard.
Drew opened the door. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Oh, sorry, Drew. Just trying to decide about something."
"What?"
"Nothing important. Be smart with the computer, okay?" He headed to his bedroom.
Drew rolled his eyes and shut the door.
"Be smart with the computer?" Nico asked. "Why not just say, 'No porn!'"
Drew laughed. "I don't think that's what he meant. That's what my mom meant, but I think he just doesn't want me to do anything stupid, like tell strangers where I live or send them naked pictures."
"Why do you think he didn't mean porn?"
"I think dads are just different than moms. I'm sure he tried to get his hands on porn any way he could when he was our age."
Nico chuckled. "That's probably true. I know my dad did." Nico snapped his mouth shut. He couldn't believe he had just revealed that. He blushed.
Drew gaped at Nico. "You KNOW? What the fuck?"
"My dad and me have talked about a lot of stuff," Nico admitted. "Remember the first time you spent the night? He noticed the rapid sheet change, and we had a talk. He was very open about what he did when he was our age." Nico chuckled sheepishly. "I've always felt like I could talk to him about anything."
"Wow. He told you that he had jerked off with friends? My dad has never really told me anything about sex."
"Our dads are very different, I think."
"You got that right." Drew thought about Mr. Cavalloni and his bulging warm-up pants from earlier in the day. He could have reached out and touched his crotch. How much bigger was father than son? Drew was getting hard.
"I didn't tell him about, you know, the blowjob, though."
"Really?"
Nico shook his head. "It was different than jerking off. I was afraid to admit we had done it."
"I get that."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Nico cleared his throat. "Let's watch something." He glanced at the closed MacBook Pro on Drew's desk.
"Good call."
Drew sat in the desk chair and opened the laptop. Nico stood behind him. Drew unmuted the TV and navigated to PornHub. They hadn't watched a video, yet, but he was hard. Thinking about experiencing Mr. Cavalloni's dick had given him a chubby, and now that he was about to see, and probably play with, the younger Cavalloni's horse-meat, he was fully erect. Would he get Nico in his mouth again? Or would it be an old-school mutual masturbation session?
"That one." Nico pointed at one of the many thumbnails of a woman holding an oversized cock.
Drew pressed play. Nico got down on his knees next to the chair, so that he could hear the audio. They kept it low, so that the TV easily drowned it out.
"You're already boned?" Nico saw Drew's dick poking out of his fly.
"What can I say? I'm easily aroused."
Nico laughed. His own dick was well on its way to full hardness, so he couldn't make fun of Drew.
They watched in silence as the girl wrapped both hands around the man's dick and stroked it in front of her face. She took just the head in her mouth. It could barely fit.
Nico pulled his dick out of his pajamas and started stroking.
The man placed his hand on the girl's head and pushed her down on his dick. She gagged.
"That's so hot," Nico muttered. He spit on his dick and kept stroking.
Drew looked down and watched Nico's hand glide up and down the length of his teenage cock. He was smaller than the guy in the video, but Drew had no doubt that his friend would one day match or exceed the porn star. He was only 14-years-old and already bigger than average.
"Oh fuck." Nico grunted when the girl again gagged on her man's dick.
Drew made a mental note that Nico liked the sound. His dick, slick with precum, throbbed in his hand.
Nico stood up unexpectedly. His hard dick stuck out from his body, arched slightly upwards. He grabbed Drew's right hand and placed it on his dick. Drew obediently began stroking his friend's cock. Nico groaned again, watching the woman stroke the man's shaft while sucking on his dickhead. The man was thrusting his hips, fucking his rod through her hands.
Nico covered Drew's hand with both of his and squeezed it tight around his fat, swollen shaft. He imitated the motion of the man's hips. He held Drew's hand in placed and thrust, sliding his long cock through his friend's fist. He pushed forward until his pubes met Drew's hand, and then pulled back until his bloated cockhead popped inside his friend's fist. Drew squeezed. Nico thrust forward again.
Nico spit on his dick to keep it lubed. He continued his assault on Drew's fist, pushing harder and faster the closer he got to cumming. He ceased to watch the video and focused only on the movement of his swollen cock through his friend's hand.
He glanced over at Drew. His stomach was covered in his watery load of teen-jizz. Nico didn't realize that Drew had cum. A thrill ran through his body. Drew had been so focused on Nico's cock that he hadn't even tried to pull away when he reached his own orgasm.
Nico groaned. He squeezed Drew's hand harder on his dickhead. His body tingled. His balls drew tight to his body. He gasped for air. He emptied his load into Drew's hand.
Drew released Nico's dick. He spread his fingers and examined the webs of Italian boy-jizz that connected them. He licked his lips. He wanted to taste Nico's cum. He looked up at his friend. He was bent over, eyes closed, catching his breath. Drew shoved his fingers in his mouth and quickly licked his best friend's cum from them. A little salty. Delicious. He grabbed his boxers off the floor, so that it looked like he was cleaning his hand when Nico opened his eyes.
"That was kind of different." Drew looked at Nico and smiled.
"Sorry, man. I don't know what that was about. I guess that guy in the video inspired me."
"Well, you could warn me next time." Drew snickered. "You could have broken my hand." He showed his hand, which was red from the force of Nico's grip.
Nico grinned sheepishly. "My bad."
"No worries." Drew used his boxers to wipe his load from his belly.
Drew shut down his computer and turned off the TV. The friends settled into bed.
Nico's prediction about the World Cup final was partially correct; Germany made it to the final. Only his maternal grandfather was German, but Nico felt a renewed sense of pride in his Germanic heritage, especially after Germany won the Cup.
Nico never mustered the courage to text Jamie to ask about extra practice during the last days of the World Cup, but he played more with his dad and Drew. Still, he was eager for the CUFC clinic to start up again in mid-July.
When his parents dropped him and Drew at the fields, Nico hurried to find Coach Jamie. He couldn't wait to talk to his favorite coach about the World Cup matches.
"Hey Coach," Nico called as he jogged up to Jamie, who was talking to young, dark-haired man Nico had never seen before.
"Hey Nico! How you been? Did you watch all the matches?"
Nico laughed. "Not all of them, but a lot of them. You?"
Jamie returned Nico's laugh. "Almost all of them!"
Jamie's friend stepped back a bit and watched the exchange. He cleared his throat.
"Sorry. That was rude of me. Nico, this is a friend of mine. He just moved here and will be volunteering with us. Coach Ihlanfeldt, meet Nico Cavalloni, one of my star players."
Nico blushed.
"Call me Paden. Ihlanfeldt is a mouthful." He flashed a mouthful of straight, white teeth at Nico. "Just like Cavalloni, I guess." Paden shook Nico's hand.
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