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All the usual releases -- if you're under age, or in an area where this isn't allowed, then, y'know - don't do it. If you are offended by sexual fantasies of men with high school aged boys, then what are you doing in here? Don't read my story and don't send me hatemail.
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M/t/t, humil, oral, anal
As a teacher, I've always been very careful to establish a clear boundary between myself and my students. It's a matter of professionalism, of credibility, and of covering my ass. If parents, or my supervisors, ever found out how I get my rocks off, I'd surely be fired and blacklisted across the nation. So I've always made very sure to keep my interests to myself and my appetite in check at school. That is, until a few weeks ago.
In short, I'm a big stoner. I toke every day, and then I usually jack off or have sex. I am in no way a pedophile, but I do have a big thing for younger guys -- mostly 17 or 18 year olds (which is legal where I live, so there). I jack off thinking about my high-school aged students all the time -- though I clearly have some favorites. Chris is absolutely one such favorite.
On Saturday mornings I teach an SAT prep class for high school juniors. From 9:30am, we meet at the high school, and every week we cover different topics in writing, math and critical reading. Most weeks, I'm still a little hung over, or still baked, from the night before, so I'm not exactly on my a-game. This day, however, I was as high as I've ever been while working - I was definitely high. I had decided the solution to my hangover was a little wake and bake, which certainly did the trick, but I think I overdid it a little.
In any case, that day I had a student who was making up a session of his own class that he had missed. Chris Laglundo. He strolled in wearing mesh athletic shorts and a t-shirt, neither one doing much to hide his gorgeous body. He's about six feet tall, carrying just under 170 pounds of tight muscle. Not a body builder by any means, but clear definition throughout his body. His mesh shorts also belied more than a little bit of a bulge. Even as he walked in the door, I felt my cock lurch in excitement.
He sat down in a chair in the third row, but there was no one sitting in front of him to block my view. He sat with his legs spread out, as if inviting me to just get down on my knees in the middle of class and suck his fat, teenaged cock right then and there. Every now and then he'd adjust himself, we'd make eye contact, and he'd grin knowingly. A couple of times I just completely stopped talking in the middle of a sentence -- I'm sure my students were wondering what was wrong with me. I also remained sitting at my desk for most of the class -- my cock was so hard I couldn't risk standing up.
Before we go on, a little bit more about me. I'm 23 years old, fresh out of college, and am a huge cockslut. I'd suck just about any cock just about any time. I've sucked cocks from 16 years old to 75, from 4" long to 9", in locker rooms, bathrooms, video booths, cars, and once on an airplane. I started sucking cock when I was 12 years old at summer camp, and never looked back. I'm 5'11 180 pounds with an average build, brown curly hair, blue eyes, and full lips that just look great wrapped around your cock - or anyone else's. But anyway, back to my story...
At the end of class, I was sitting at my desk pretending to have some organizational stuff to take care of so I could let my cock go down before I stood up. A couple of students stayed to ask a quick question, and Chris was hanging out behind them, clearly waiting to ask me something as well. I dispensed with the teens asking about a math problem or why their last practice test scores were so low, and Chris was still there, sitting in his seat. Was he rubbing his cock through his shorts? Or was he just scratching his balls? I looked up at him, and as our eyes met he smiled. He started full-on stroking his cock, making it clear he wasn't wearing anything underneath his mesh shorts, and he was boasting quite a nice mound. As my eyes moved back up from his crotch to his face, I found him staring at me, smiling. "Like what you see?" He asked mischievously.
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. I was hypnotized by his huge teencock. He stood up and walked towards me, still stroking that beast in hiding. "I know you were staring at me all class. And I know you're hard as a rock right now. Isn't that right? I bet your cock is dripping while you look at me." He approached me slowly, and spun my chair towards him, revealing my own tented crotch with a clear wet spot right by the head.
"I knew it, you little perv. I even saw you sneak a couple strokes under the desk while you were teaching. What kind of disgusting little cockslut jacks off while he's teaching?" As he said this, humiliating me and turning me on to no end, he pulled his waistband down under his balls, releasing his remarkable cock. It was at least 8 inches, and wasn't even fully hard yet. It was almost as thick as my wrist. As I stared at it, hypnotized, a drop of drool dribbled down the side of my face.
"You like that cock, don't you slut?" He said as he slapped my cheek with it. "When you look like I do, you get a lot of little fags like you drooling over it. I used to just ignore it, until I found out how much fun it is to play with you little sluts. Get on your knees, bitch." I slid effortlessly onto the floor in front of him, eagerly kneeling with my eyes fixed on his cock, growing by the minute. He slapped my face with his cock again, and I loved feeling his warm, throbbing meat on my face. I yearned to taste it, to wrap my lips around it and suck the milk from his raging dick, maybe even feel it filling up my asshole as he rode me.
"Do you want to suck my cock, teach?" The boy teased, shaking his cock in front of me. I leaned forward, mouth wide open, to take the bulbous mushroom head into my mouth, but he pulled back. "I said, do you want to suck my cock?" "Yes," I answered, "Please let me suck it." He slapped my cheek with his cock again, but this time much harder - I wondered if it would leave a cock-shaped mark. "If you want to suck on a man's cock, you're gonna have to address him as `sir,' bitch." He said, basking in my submission. "Of course sir, I'm sorry sir. Please let me suck on your cock, sir." I feebly moaned, still staring straight as his pulsating erection.
"That's better, boy." He said as he stepped towards me, and slid his cock slowly between my lips. At first I took in just the head, massaging the underside with the tip of my tongue. I then started taking in more and more of his cock, up and down, up and down. With each dive down on his cock, I took in a bit more of the shaft, and continued swirling the tip of my tongue along the underside of his long cockshaft. He moaned, enjoying my ministrations, and pushed my head down further and further until my nose was buried in his pubes and all 9" of his fully hard cock were down my throat.
"Damn, teach, you've certainly practiced, haven't you. Take all of my fuckin high school jock cock! Swallow my dick, man!" Chris exclaimed as he began fucking my throat with feeling. He wasn't jack-hammering at all, it was more of a slow, deliberate, but unequivocally dominating fuck. He held both sides of my head with his strong hands and held me still as his hips moved back and forth, his cock plunging in and out of my throat and his sinewy muscles flexing and stretching with the movement. I grabbed on to his ass as an anchor, and felt his hard bubble-butt cheeks squeeze as he fucked my throat over and over again, while he leaned on the desk I had used to teach just a few minutes earlier.
"Uh-hm," the sound of a throat clearing startled me and I froze, with about 5 inches of Chris's monstrous cock down my throat. Chris looked towards the door and simply said, "Hey man, come on in!" to whomever it was -- I didn't dare move my head off of Chris's shaft. The other body came in, closed and locked the door (which maybe we should have done a while before...), and came over next to Chris, and began to strip. Chris looked back down at me and screamed, "Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock, faggot?" I diligently returned to servicing this teenaged Adonis while his still anonymous friend revealed a healthy sized cock in my line of peripheral vision. It was just about as long as Chris's, but not quite as thick. His balls were hairy and hung low, like a man's balls should.
"Come on, teach, stand up and welcome our new guest." Chris ordered and pulled me up by the shoulder. It was then that I stood face to face with one of my regular students, Steve. Also an athlete (and not the brightest student), Steve stood about 6'1", maybe 180 pounds (mostly muscle) and was now completely naked and stroking a sizeable piece of manmeat. "I always thought you were a little faggot, dude," Steve said as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a hard kiss. It wasn't one of those, "We're both really turned on so let's suck face" kisses, nor was it simply going through the actions. This was an unabashed, unrestrained sign of domination. His tongue raped my mouth and held my head in place while he did it. Chris, meanwhile, had already removed my shirt and was working on my pants. He gave me a spank of approval when he found I had no underwear on. Now fully naked, I continued enjoying Steve's tongue raping my oral cavity, and I reached down and began stroking his cock, and found it already rock hard and dripping. My god, I was in heaven.
Just as Steve released my head and I started bending down to get a taste of his beautiful cock, I felt Chris's hand push me forward so I bent at the waist towards Steve's cock instead of kneeling. That worked just as well for me, so I complied and began working on Steve's cock, taking in the head and whirling my tongue around as Chris had liked so much. Then I felt the familiar cold sensation of lube being fingered into my asshole. Chris didn't waste any time warming up my hole, he just slathered on some lube and got into position.
"You ready to take my huge cock, boy?" He asked rhetorically as I groaned a clear affirmative through Steve's cock which was now all the way down my throat. Chris plunged into my ass at full speed, not allowing any time to adjust to his massive girth. Once he was all the way in, he leaned forward across my back and whispered into my ear, "How's it feel to be fucked by a teenager, faggot? You like my manrod up your little pussy?" and as he nibbled and licked my ear, I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, blocked a bit by Steve's nine-inch-nail down my throat.
Then Chris really got down to it. He started fucking me harder than I ever could have expected. It's a miracle the desk behind us didn't break from the pressure. I kept sucking on Steve's cock, but after a minute I pulled off his shaft so I could breathe a moan of distinctly animal pleasure. "Oh god, man - fuck my ass, sir!" I grunted. I began nibbling on Steve's balls, not sure I could take his cock and get fucked so aggressively at the same time.
The boys must have made an eye signal I didn't see or something, because at that moment without saying a word they both withdrew from my holes and switched places. Chris grabbed my head, pushed it on his cock and ordered, "Clean your assjuice off my meat, bitch." "Yes sir!" I exclaimed through his thick, hard mancock. Steve, meanwhile, had no trouble sliding into my now well-worn asshole, and began fucking with as much verve as his predecessor. As these two boys continued using me as their little sex slave, they began kissing each other, as well. This was particularly striking to me, because their kiss was unlike mine with Steve earlier; they were making out lightly and gently. These boys were a couple! I guess they get off finding other guys to use, but with each other they were delicate and loving. This realization was starkly interrupted by Steve beginning to pound my ass even harder and faster than before. I was lost in the pleasure of it all, my prostate radiating waves of euphoria throughout my body. After a few more strokes, I began cumming in huge spurts, without having touched my cock at all since I stroked it while perving on Chris during class.
As my orgasm subsided, leaving a considerable puddle on the floor, Chris and Steve each stepped back from me, pulling out of my ass and mouth, and pushed me aside as they both stroked themselves to completion, adding their teen juice to the puddle I had left on the floor. They came simultaneously, 7 or 8 healthy spurts each, while I kneeled next to them and watched like a kid at a candy store watching them make fudge on those big marble tables. After they finished, they kissed again, sensually. When they released one another, they seemed to remember I was still there.
"Well, are you just going to sit there, bitch? Or are you going to clean up this mess?!" Chris barked at me. I quickly darted to the floor, and like a dog licking up water from his bowl, I licked the floor clean, taking every last drop of our combined juices. One of the boys, I think Chris, put his foot on the back of my neck and pushed my face into the ground, getting some of the spooge on my cheeks and in my hair. When I had cleaned up the floor completely, he released my head.
"Well that was fun, teach. Make sure you can stay late after class next week -- we'll bring reinforcements." Chris said casually as he and Steve walked out of the classroom, somehow already dressed, leaving me alone, naked and cum-drenched in the classroom.
I hope you liked my first Nifty Story. I'd love feedback -- if you got off on this story, come over and live it out with me! If you didn't, let me know what I can put in the next one to make sure I've got your cock hard and dripping, too. Or just email me if you're looking for a good cumslut - I'm always game for a little cocksucking!