Baseball Team Rapes Teacher
Part 4: Weekend Workout
by Conor
Mr. Flanagan was enjoying a nice Saturday afternoon in his modest house. He was sitting in his living room watching television, and wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He had plans to go out with some friends later on in the day, but for now he was happy just relaxing.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Mr. Flanagan wasn't expecting anyone, and he thought about not answering it. But then he thought better of it, and got up and went to the door.
What he saw when he opened the door almost made him faint.
He saw Kevin first, standing there with a smirk on his face. Behind him Mr. Flanagan saw Jeremy, another baseball player, Brian, the quarterback of the football team, and a tall black boy that Mr. Flanagan recognized but did not know. And behind all of them was Coach Jackson.
It had been nearly two weeks since the encounter with Kevin and Coach Jackson in Mr. Flanagan's classroom. He had tried to avoid them ever since, but it was difficult since he had Kevin in his class for one period each day. Everyday, Kevin would give him funny looks, and he always made lewd comments when no one was around. But there had been no more sexual demands.
And now, Mr. Flanagan was in a panic. "What the hell are you doing at my house?!" he demanded. He started to slam the door shut.
But Kevin pushed his way in front of the door and held it open. "Don't worry, Mr. Flanagan," he said with a sneer. "We're doing a bottle and can drive. We're just here to see if you have any bottles or cans to donate."
"I don't think so, Kevin," said Mr. Flanagan. "I think you should leave."
"But Mr. Flanagan, you're a teacher," whined Kevin. "Surely you don't mind helping out some young athletes?" Kevin pushed his way past his teacher and walked into the house. The others followed.
Coach Jackson shut the door behind him. "How's it going, Flanagan?" he said, as he sat down on the couch. "Mind if I make myself comfortable?"
"You all need to leave right now!" shouted the desperate teacher. "I'll call the cops!"
Kevin laughed. "I really doubt that, Mr. Flanagan. You've got a lot more to lose than we do. Now stop your whining."
The boys all found seats around the living room as Kevin talked to Mr. Flanagan. They were all dressed in their uniforms; Mr. Flanagan guessed this was part of the bottle drive. Kevin and Jeremy both wore tight baseball uniforms, and even without a cup Kevin's crotch bulged obscenely. Brian, the 6-foot-2, 240-pound quarterback, wore tight pants and his football jersey. And the other boy, who was at least 6-foot-4, wore the baggy tank top and shorts of a basketball player. Coach Jackson was wearing a gray sweatsuit.
"Well, Mr. Flanagan," said Kevin, "I believe you've met Brian and Jeremy before. So I'd like to introduce you to Derrick." Kevin pointed towards the tall black boy, who nodded his head at the teacher.
"I've heard a lot about you," said the basketball player as he stood up and walked toward Mr. Flanagan. "It's nice to finally meet you."
Mr. Flanagan could see a very impressive rod rising in Derrick's loose shorts, and he slowly backed away from him. He thought about running away, or following through on his threat to call the police. But, he knew his only option was to do exactly as these boys said.
"Are you ready for some hot jock cock, Mr. Flanagan?" Kevin said as he stood up. "Go ahead, Derrick, give it to him." Derrick stepped up to Mr. Flanagan and pulled his shorts down so that his cock and balls hung out over the waistband. With just a moment's hesitation, Mr. Flanagan fell to his knees and put his hand on the thick, black, 10-inch cock that stood before him. He stuck his tongue out and licked the head, which tasted of sweat and precum.
"Okay, you fag teacher," said Derrick suddenly. "It's time to suck my big black dick." He pushed Mr. Flanagan's head into his crotch. The teacher opened wide and sucked the erection deep into his throat. He slid his lips back and forth over the sensitive skin.
The tall basketball player was impressed as he watched this teacher take his 10-incher all the way to the root. He had fucked a lot of girls at his school -- a lot of the rich, private school girls saw hooking up with a black guy as a thrill, and as an act of rebellion. But none of them had ever been able to suck down his whole cock.
Meanwhile, the other players and the coach had gathered around this scene, rubbing their swelling crotches as they watched the tall black stud face-fuck their favorite little teacher.
One by one, the athletes and the coach began to strip their clothes off, until they were all wearing nothing but their bulging jock straps. Each one was stroking his hardening cock, and looking on in horny anticipation of what was to come. Kevin pulled his 12-inch monster cock out of his jock, and said, "Okay, Flanagan, I think it's time that you got rid of those clothes. I hope you don't mind a little break in the action, Derrick."
Derrick looked like he did mind, but nonetheless pulled his big black cock out of the teacher's mouth. Mr. Flanagan complied with Kevin's order, and began to take off his clothes. Derrick, however, could not wait. As he stroked his spit-soaked dick, he called out to Brian, the big quarterback, "Hey Brian, why don't you get over here?"
Brian was clearly confused by this demand. "What do you want, Derrick?"
"I want you to suck my fucking cock, Brian."
Brian backed away from the basketball star. "I don't suck dick, man."
"Well you do now," said Derrick as he stepped up to Brian and pushed him to his knees. Before Brian could protest, Derrick had rammed his 10-incher into the football player's mouth. Brian tried to pull away, but Derrick had a firm grasp on the back of his head. After just a few seconds, Brian seemed to have gotten used to having a cock down his throat, and began to suck it more eagerly.
Meanwhile, Kevin was positioning himself behind the now-naked Mr. Flanagan, who was on his hands and knees on the floor. "I'm going to fuck you, you fag teacher," said Kevin devilishly. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Mr. Flanagan looked away from Kevin and said nothing. At this point Coach Jackson stepped in.
"The boy asked you a question, Flanagan," said the coach. "Aren't you going to answer him?" Still, Mr. Flanagan said nothing. Coach Jackson stepped up to his colleague and kicked him solidly in the ribs. "Answer him!"
Mr. Flanagan, who was now clearly in pain, broke down and mumbled, "I want you to fuck me, please fuck me."
"That's better," said Kevin as he lined his cockhead up against his teacher's tight hole. In one motion he rammed his foot-long cock deep into Mr. Flanagan's body, causing the teacher to moan in pain. He still had not gotten used to the tremendous size of Kevin's rod, and it felt like his insides were being torn apart. Kevin fucked his ass brutally, slamming his huge pole in and out of his teacher's ass without mercy.
By now, Coach Jackson was ready for some action of his own. He turned to his young baseball player, Jeremy. "Are you ready to suck some dick, Jeremy?" Jeremy nodded, fell to his knees, and pulled his coach's 9-inch hard-on out of his jockstrap. He sucked on the head for a few moments, then sucked the entire length down his throat. Coach Jackson knew he was in for a treat. This was not the first time he'd been serviced by Jeremy, and he knew it would not be the last.
This sucking and fucking continued for quite some time. Derrick was enjoying the blowjob he was getting from Brian, but he wanted to try something new. "Hey Kevin," he called out, "I'd really love a shot at Mr. F's ass. Wanna trade?"
Although that was really the last thing Kevin wanted to do, he knew he had to share. He pulled his long rod out of Mr. Flanagan's hole, and walked over to Derrick and Brian. Derrick put his hand on Kevin's rod for just a moment, and whistled. "So it really is true, huh Kev?" he said. "That is one fucking huge piece of meat."
Kevin just smiled. Derrick pulled his cock out of Brian's mouth, and before the quarterback even had a chance to breathe, Kevin had thrust his dick into his mouth. Brian gagged at first as Kevin forced his 12 inches of meat into his throat; he wasn't sure there was room for the extra inches. But soon his throat expanded to accommodate the oversized erection, and Brian was sucking Kevin off for all he was worth.
Derrick, meanwhile, had positioned Mr. Flanagan on his back with his legs spread wide. He slowly slid his black cock into the teacher's ass, then began to slam-fuck Mr. Flanagan without mercy.
Mr. Flanagan could not believe all this was happening in his own home. He felt like he was truly helpless against these boys -- what could he do besides obey their commands? He knew they could not keep this a secret forever, and when it got out that he was having sex with his students he would lose his job, and probably get sent to jail. No one would believe him if he tried to explain the truth, that these high school boys had forced him into it. He knew he had to play along, and hope that no one found out.
It wasn't long before Derrick was ready to shoot. He had never felt anything like this before, and after just a few minutes he dumped his huge load deep inside Mr. Flanagan's ravaged asshole. When Mr. Flanagan felt this, he couldn't help but shoot his own load all over his chest and stomach.
At the same time, Coach Jackson was showering Jeremy's face and hair with cum, and the young baseball player was jerking himself off furiously. Soon he shot all over the carpet and collapsed on the floor next to the coach.
By this time Kevin had called Mr. Flanagan over and ordered him to go down on Brian's hard 8-incher. Brian obviously appreciated the attention, as he began to suck Kevin's erection harder and faster. Brian could not believe he was actually giving another guy a blow job. He had gotten plenty of head from the girls at school, including his cheerleader girlfriend, but he never thought he would be the one on his knees with a cock down his throat. He was ashamed to realize that he really enjoyed it.
Soon Kevin had had enough. He slammed his cock deep down Brian's throat and began to shoot. Brian gagged on the enormous load, but managed to suck it all down.
At the same time, he shot his load down Mr. Flanagan's throat. Brian couldn't believe what he was feeling. The sensation of taking one boy's load down his own throat while shooting his own load down another's was simply amazing.
After over an hour of fucking and sucking, all six of the men and boys were worn out. They all lay sprawled on the floor or on the couch, many of them covered in cum. Soon, the boys got hungry, and got up to raid the kitchen. "You don't mind if we help ourselves, do you Mr. Flanagan?" asked Kevin as he grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
The teacher said nothing. He just hoped the boys would decide to leave before they got horny for more.
To be continued...
========================== Hi everybody. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, but I hope you all find it was worth the wait. Thanks for all your comments and suggestions, and I want to give a special thanks to "Gym Junky", who gave me the idea for this chapter. If you have any comments or suggestions for future chapters, or just wanna chat, email me at conor500@yahoo.com. Thanks!