Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of homosexual sex and involves a seventeen year old with two adult men, which is over the legal age in the UK, but not in many other countries, and is intended for people of legal age only, so please do not read this if gay sex offends you, or if you are underage, unless you are desperate, in which case I completely understand, but keep it quiet and don't get into trouble. Pointer: This story takes place in England, so I apologise if some readers may not be familiar with the type of language, or locations. A short guide: Canterbury means the city in Kent, England, not the other cities named after it dotted around the world, and 'football' means 'soccer', not American or Australian rules football. Just so you know :-) Author's notes: Thanks to ALL of you who wrote to tell me how much you liked the last chapter, even if it was a bit late, admittedly. I bet you didn't expect to see me back this fast after last time! I love getting e-mail telling me that people are reading my story, so please keep it cumming!! One more thing, if any of you has any suggestions, and I mean ANY suggestions, of storylines, plots or sexual positions or fetishes you might like to see included in this story. Not that I can't figure out storylines for myself, but I love writing other people's fantasies, and I'd love it if some of you would let me in on them. Obviously I can only include stiff which ties in with the subject of high school/ college and athletics, and I can only really write stuff that turns ME on, otherwise it comes out crap! I'll let you know either way, just don't be too disappointed if I reject any ideas, just remember that I appreciate it all the same :-)
Now, onward!
Footy Team Morale Part Three
The summer holidays had just finished, and the autumn term was in its final weeks, about to give way to the winter months. Rugby and football training at Chaucer had been put on hold a number of times because the pitches were waterlogged from the torrential rain that England gets during that time of year, especially considering that the pitches had been waterlogged, especially since the searing heat that had lasted the summer had dried and cracked the ground, so the teams were restricted to playing indoors on the Astroturf.
Jay Callum was now in his second and last year of Sixth Form, still taking the same subjects as before, Sports, English, Art and Biology. Since the end of the last term, he had been putting in a huge amount of effort into his Sports course, becoming one of the lead players, even ascending to the rank of Rugby captain since the older lad left the year before. He had become more or less a star Football player, and had been recommended to several local teams, although Canterbury never had much standing in the UEFA (United European Football Association) League, but it seemed to make the Head of Physical Education, Mr Munday, very pleased.
The trouble was that, with Jay putting so much of his time and energy into Football and Rugby, his grades, unbeknownst to Jay himself, had begun to slip, especially in English.
Mr Patch was the head of English at Chaucer, and also Jay's teacher. Up until the previous term, Jay had been an okay English student, maybe not brilliant, but not bad. But since he had come back from the six weeks holiday over summer, he had notice that Jay's attention had definitely been focused elsewhere, since he had been having trouble remembering to hand in his assignments, and Mr Patch suspected that he hadn't done a few of them at all.
At the end of the fifth week of term, nearing the next weeklong holiday at half term, Mr Patch was doing the customary review of the score predictions for his A-level course. This didn't take very long, considering that he only had about ten students, and he was pleased to see that most of them were predicted quite high grades, enough to get them a decent passing grade on their exams anyway. Then he looked over the work Jay had done, and he realised that Jay was matching a performance that was definitely below average. He sighed in disappointment. Jay was definitely a promising student, if only he worked hard enough. He had heard from the Head of Sports, Mr Munday, and even the deputy head of sports, Mr Cummings, that Jay had been nominated for the local football league. He was obviously putting a lot of work in where he hadn't been before. He wished that he knew how Munday had managed this, because if he could get Jay to do the same in English, he would pass his exams with no problem whatsoever. Trouble was Jay seemed to be the type of young man suited to sports like football, tall and athletic, and very few of these lads even signed up for English. Which was a shame, because it was nice to have a bit of eye candy in the English class, and it would be a pity to have to get rid of Jay. Patch pictured Jay in his mind. The kid was very tall, about 6' 4", seeming to be quite furry for his age with a nice stubbly beard developing, along with his muscles which all seemed to be benefiting from his new found determination to be a star footballer. He had seen Jay play before, and had been quite impressed, when he actually noticed Jay playing and had stopped staring at his muscled legs. And when Jay had stripped off his kit at the end of the match, along with the rest of the team, it was all he could do to keep from drooling at Jay's defined, hairy chest, looking almost too mature to be on the body of an 18 year old. Just the image of Jay strutting around the field, his arms around the equally naked shoulders of his fellow team-mates, caused Mr Patch's cock to start inflating in his suit trousers, stretching down his leg. The inevitable images of Jay in a football team orgy were entering his mind, getting him horny fast. Despite being in his mid 30s, Mr Patch seemed to be quite prone to slight bouts of hornyness, luckily after college was over, like now. He looked out of the windows of the classroom, and out into the corridor to see or hear if anyone was still around. He couldn't hear anything, so he relaxed down into his desk chair, legs spread wide in his routine wanking posture, undid his fly and yanked out his swelling cock, squeezing it gently, bringing a few bubbles of precum to the head. The picture of the footy team orgy in his imagination overtook his mind as he cock grew to its full and throbbing 12 inches, so thick it was difficult for Patch to get even his big hand around it. He looked down at his monster proudly, picturing how many of his female students had come to this classroom after hours, looking for this cock, and had spent more than an hour riding on top of it, their tight teen pussies split wide by the three inch girth of his big shaft, and how many of his younger male students had found themselves on their knees before him, his rigid cock lodged in their necks, flooding their stomachs with his cum when they had satisfied him enough. He had resisted doing this for a while, but he was itching to get back to it, but right now, the fascinating mental image of a naked Jay Callum getting his arse reamed by two or three big, hunky football and rugby players was what was getting him off. He pulled back the long, loose foreskin from his cock head and began to stroke it, the colour of the big mushroom changing from pink to a deep purple as he got to his maximum hardness. He looked around the empty classroom, imagining it full of young, sweaty, muscular young men, all fucking, all yelling out in pleasure, a small group of them waiting their turn on his cock as he fucked them, one after another, again and again and again... Patch opened his mouth in a silent yell, as cum erupted from his dick in a thick ribbon, and landed on his face and in his hair. The next shot went straight into his open mouth, rewarding his tongue with the salty taste, the next four or five landing in lower stages down his suit shirt and tie, until running down his cock, and down into his boxers, where it trickled down past his butt hole, sticking to the hairs. Mr Patch licked the cum off his fingers leisurely, then hurriedly stuffed his wilting meat back into his trousers and zipped up. He composed himself, and got ready to go home. When he got home, he put in a Triga porn tape, watching a group of young men live out the fantasy he saw Jay in. As he felt his dick growing hard again, he thought about what he was going to do. He was going to have to confront Jay, but he'd do it next week.
The next week saw the rain stop, and the football and rugby pitches back open again, so Mr Patch had to choose a good time to call Jay into his office, which was difficult, since Jay was on the pitch about three days a week. But finally, on Wednesday, Jay turned up at the door of the English office, still wearing his England football shirt that he wore while training, along with a pair of black Adidas trackies. Mr Patch looked up as he heard Jay knock on the door, answering for whomever it was to come in. "Ah, hi Jay." He said calmly, in his best teacher's voice, as Jay walked around the door. "Could you take a seat, please?"
Jay sat down almost nervously. Even though he liked Mr Patch, He didn't like going to teacher's offices, because it nearly always meant they had bad news for him, which normally meant more work for him. He couldn't really think of anything going wrong in English, since he had been working, or so he had told himself, although he knew subconsciously that he had been putting the time that should have been spent doing his English assignments into practicing on the pitches with Dave and Mike, who he was now best friends with, since last term. But he didn't think he had done anything wrong in English, but he braced himself for the worst anyway, which turned out to a wise choice.
"Now, Jay," Mr Patch said, in a serious tone that Jay could tell meant trouble "I know you're taking four subject for you're a-level course, Art, Biology, Sports and my own course, right?"
Jay nodded, willing Mr Patch to get to the point quickly.
"I don't know quite what's been happening in your other subjects, but I've heard you've been putting a lot of time into football and rugby, according to Mr Munday."
Jay nodded again.
"Well, I'm afraid that you're extra training practice that you do after college, every day it seems, is eating into you're English grade. Now, I don't know about Art and Biology, but at the rate you're going now, you're predicted grade stands at about 15%, which will put you in the 'U' band for exam scores."
Jay's heart sank into his trainers. A 'U' meant 'Ungradeable' in A-level terms, the worst score you could get, which essentially failed the exam of the given subject. He looked down at his knees for a moment, and then back up to look at Mr Patch, who was now leaning forward on his elbows, a posture which Jay didn't like the look of
"Now, I'm sorry to say this Jay," Mr Patch continued "Because you definitely show potential in English, but the way you're scores are going, I'm going to have to drop you from the English course if things don't pick up."
Jay' mouth fell open in horror. He had been expecting a lecture, and a warning at most, but this was bad!
"I...I can't fail this course!" he said, almost desperately "I need my English grades to get my exam certificates!"
"I know that Jay, but in the circumstances, you're not leaving me much of an option." Mr Patch sighed. "If a student isn't pulling their weight, it's a waste of both their time and my time. I personally think you ought to consider taking another subject..."
"No, I can't!" Jay interrupted "English is the only academic subject I'm taking! If I don't get a grade in this, I won't be able to go to university! Please, let me stay, I'll do anything!"
Mr Patch was quiet for a moment. Jay's claim that he would do anything had instantly put a scenario into his mind. But it was out of the question really. He'd heard of the scandals that had occurred in other schools where teachers had fucked students under an agreement of silence, only to find themselves sacked when the student went and complained to the headmaster that they had been forced into it, and there was definitely potential for that here.
"Well, in that case Jay, all I can do is to say that I'll give you one more chance, and hope that you'll heed the warning."
Jay nodded fervently. "I will, I swear."
After the half term, Mr Patch checked the grades again, but again he found himself sighing in disappointment as he looked at Jay's score. The lad was now averaging at an 'E' grade, which was enough to get him past the exams, but he still wouldn't be accepted to University with an academic grade like that. He sat back in his chair and thought again. He said he'd give Jay one more chance, and he didn't want to go back on his word, yet he didn't want to see a promising, and very handsome and attractive, young man get kicked off his course. He made another decision, which would hopefully stop him from having to go back on his promise of one more chance, and prevent Jay from being removed from English class. He decided to go and see Mr Munday, and find out just how in hell he got Jay's performance in sports up over 50% in just five or six weeks.
Mr Munday was a big man, not tall exactly, but very broad in the shoulders and chest, nearly always wearing a tight black t-shirt which showed of his pecs and biceps fantastically, and a pair of navy blue tracksuit bottoms, which were heavy enough to show of the intriguing bulge between his thighs, but loose enough to leave a lot to the imagination. Because of this, he, like Mr Patch, received a lot of attention from the female population of the college, but, unlike Mr Patch, he had never returned this attention, and it was the male population that got lucky with his affections, as most of the teachers in the college well knew. But nobody seemed to mind, since many of the male teachers themselves had found themselves riding Munday's package once or twice before now, so there was no real reason to complain about his activities.
As Mr Patch approached the P.E. office, he noticed Mr Munday leading a boy around 17 years old out of his door, giving him a slight pat on the butt as he left. The kid also seemed to be walking strangely. Mr Patch grinned to himself. Mr Munday seemed to have already broken in the new football team, and done his job well, by the looks of things.
Munday looked up at Mr Patch as the lad turned the corner, and gave him a welcoming grin. The two had never fucked, or even fucked in the same room, but they still saw each other as sort of 'partners in crime', the two prime targets of teenage lust at Chaucer, but Munday had never been able to deny the fact that Mr Patch gave him a raging hardon most of the time; being so used to fucking young football players all the time, it was nice to see a fellow man around the place, with massive muscular pecs stretching his button up shirt to full capacity, and a firm, round backside filling out his black trousers, not to mention the sizeable bulge in his crotch. So his grin was definitely sincere.
"Hiya, Patchy!" he laughed to the other man, slapping him on his well-formed left deltoid, receiving a smile in return. "Long time, no see! What can I do for you, then?"
"Jay Callum." Mr Patch said the two words calmly, but he almost chuckled at the lustful smirk that crossed Munday's face as he said it. "I need some advice..."
More than 45 minutes later, Mr Patch was in his car, driving through Canterbury on his way home, feeling incredibly horny. Mr Munday had given him a 'blow-by-blow' and 'fuck-by-fuck' account of the locker room orgy that had happened near the end of last term, and his cock had been so hard in his briefs that he was afraid that the zipper would break on his trousers. It was so obvious that he was amazed that it hadn't occurred to him before; the reason that Jay's effort in sports had doubled over the last few months was because Munday and random members of the team were fucking around with him regularly, and, according to Munday, Jay wasn't always the 'bottom' in these activities! Again, the image of Jay's lithe, muscular body slamming against the smooth butt of a fellow young footballer was floating around in his mind, contributing to the strain on his trousers. He felt himself grinning, partly because he couldn't wait to get home and have a good long wank over the mental pictures in his head, and partly because he was thinking of the plan he and Mr Munday had come up with. He couldn't wait for next week...
Monday next week, Jay once again found himself standing outside the doors of the English office after college had ended. He'd been disappointed enough that day when Mr Munday had told him that football practice was cancelled, without any good reason, and now he had the added anxiety of being kept waiting outside Mr Patch's office, alone. He entered when he heard Patch call 'come in', and again sat down, waiting while the teacher finished writing something. Mr Patch finally put the pen down onto the table, and looked at Jay, his head resting on his clasped hands. Once again, Jay had the ominous feeling of something bad approaching, merely by the way Patch was looking at him. He noticed that the older man was wearing a short-sleeved button up shirt, showing off his enormous arms perfectly, and leaving very little to the imagination over his massive chest, almost straining against the buttons. Jay felt his cock getting hard, and tried to focus on something else other than his teacher's sexy body.
"If you remember Jay," Mr Patch began, looking hard into Jay's eyes, making him feel uncomfortable "I told you last term, that you're grades were slipping, and that if you hadn't got back up to a 'C' grade at minimum, then I would have to seriously consider dropping you from this course."
Jay now knew what was coming, and he gritted his teeth.
"Jay, I've checked you're marks again last week, and, while there has been some improvement, you're still averaging at 'D' grade level."
Jay felt himself start to sweat. He knew now there was nothing he could do.
"Isn't there anything I can do?" he said, almost quietly, trying not to let his emotions show. But Mr Patch noticed. Inside, he felt sorry for the lad. But he was now impatient to get to the next stage of the plan.
"Technically Jay," he went on, standing up, revealing to Jay a pair of charcoal black suit trousers "There is something you CAN do, and from what I've heard, you're a very willing supplicant to this method of teaching."
Jay looked up at Mr Patch in surprise, not sure what he was talking about, until he saw his teacher reach down, and grasp his own crotch, fondling the charcoal wrapped bulge in an obviously suggestive way.
"If you can't learn from warning to get you're grades up," Mr Patch went on, speaking in almost a low growl which sent shivers up Jay's spine "I'm going to fuck you're face until you understand!"
And with those words, he took two strides towards where Jay sat, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled his face to his crotch, rubbing it against the slightly course fabric of his trousers.
Jay was taken completely by surprise by this, not because of the slightly violent action (he was used it that, since Mr Munday was often doing it to him by surprise), but because it was Mr Patch, the guy who had reputedly shagged half the girls in Upper Sixth, each year! This was the last thing Jay expected from him. But it was clear what Patch wanted, so, after a few moments surprised pause, he began to rub his face against his crotch, feeling the short hairs of his beard catching in the fabric. The scent was incredible. It had been a long summer, and even though it was now approaching the beginning of November, it was still very warm, so it was inevitable that Patch would have sweated a bit, and the smell of this sweat was triggering Jay's cock like almost nothing else short of physical contact with the guy's tackle. He tried to bury his nose deeper between Patch's legs, trying to get at the smell with his tongue. Behind the two layers of fabric, he could feel Patch's dick stirring gently, then begin to rapidly inflate, as the big man grew slowly hard under Jay's facial massage.
"Ah, yeah, that's good!" he whispered, running his fingers through Jay's hair, feeling the growing length of his shaft rubbing over Jay's upper lip. Jay opened his mouth wider to accommodate the width of Patch's cock, continuing to lick his trousers lavishly, soaking them with his saliva.
After a minute or two, Patch seemed to get bored of this, and pushed Jay's head away. Jay looked back up at him, using the 'pleading slave' look that Munday had taught him over the summer, his brown eyes slightly wide, his mouth open with his tongue showing, a bit like a hungry dog. This worked like a dream on Patch, because his breathing became heavier and more ragged, the bulge in his pants swelling some more.
Seeing this, Jay immediately reached out and began to undo Patch's button and zip fly, exposing his stark white briefs. Patch threw his head back, leaning back on his arms on the desk behind him, sighing with pleasure as Jay pulled his briefs down as well, exposing his more-than-semi-hard cock to the air.
Jay was impressed. Patch's cock wasn't quite as big as Mr Munday's, who was blessed with more than 13 inches on the crotch department, but Patch's nice and thick 10 inches looked just as inviting, especially since it was slowly bloating up to its full length before his eyes, as Patch became more and more aroused. Guided by his months of sexual training in the locker rooms, Jay put out his tongue and gave the head of Patch's cock a soft lick. Patch groaned in response, his cock belching out a load of precum onto Jay's chest. Jay looked at it pooling on his tracksuit training kit for football, and felt obliged to stem the flow. He put his tongue underneath the foreskined head of the monster in front of him, but instead of giving it another lick, he opened his mouth wide, and slowly sank his head onto Patch's cock right down to the pubes, the pair of pendulous nuts bumping his chin gently.
Patch let out a long, drawn out groan at this new sensation, and savoured the pleasure of his cock fucking a young tight throat, groaning again as Jay pushed back the foreskin with his tongue, and licked the ultra-sensitive head, as well as finding a lot of pungent 'cock-cheese' to feast on as well as a good helping of precum to wash it down! Jay was prepared to go on like this, sliding Patch's cock in and out of his throat until he came, but they were suddenly halted by a knock on the door.
Jay almost wrenched his mouth off Patch meat and stood up, as Patch called "Come in!" It surprised Jay that Mr Patch wasn't bothered that his hard ten inches was still sticking out of the fly of his trousers, and backed away slightly so that whomever it was on the other side of the door wouldn't think he was standing too close, not that it wouldn't be obvious what was going on anyway. To Jay's astonishment, Mr Munday walked in through the door, shutting it behind him and leaning against it, his arms folded.
"Started without me did you?" He grinned, eyeing Patch's hard cock with interest, along with a good dose of lust. "Sorry Jason," Mr Patch grinned back, stroking his slick cock with his left hand "Couldn't resist the temptation!" "Ah, no matter!" Munday grunted, and Jay could clearly see the long, coke-can thick tube shape extending slowly down the leg of his blue tracksuit, as the man turned slightly, and locked the door. "Plenty to go around!"
Before Jay could move or say anything, Munday strode across the classroom in three strides mashed their mouths together. He felt himself yielding immediately against his coach's great strength, and the familiar taste of his saliva and tongue. As always, Munday un-tucked Jay's footy shirt from his own trackies, and ran his large paw-like hands up Jay's solid abs to his furry chest, stroking the silky fur with one, while pinching a nipple with the other. Jay heard himself moaning into Munday's mouth as the electric shocks going through his nipples and the feeling of having his chest hair stroked filled his mind with pure lust, and he wrapped his hands around Munday's 35-inch waist, grinding their crotches together. He loved doing this, because, being bigger than Munday, it made him feel slightly dominant, but not too dominant, but it was nice to know that this complete stallion of a man still had to almost stand on his toes to kiss him!
Watching Munday and Jay kiss and grope each other, grinding their hips against one another as they did so, was turning on Mr Patch no end! His cock was still in his hand and he was almost subconsciously pounding away at it hard, his foreskin slicked back, causing a loud slapping sound as his palm ran up over his large purple knob and down again, precum dribbling copiously from the end.
After a moment or two, Munday broke the kiss, looking into Jay's eyes with the maximum horny expression he knew that lad adored, and stood back, indicating to Mr Patch that it was his turn now. Patch stood up almost eagerly, his large cock bouncing as he did so. He strode slowly up to Jay and locked their lips together, not passionately, but almost forcefully. Jay found that getting tongue from Patch was different from Munday, mostly because Patch was almost three inches taller than Munday, making him about the same size as Jay himself. This made the whole thing feel different to him, but still great all the same.
Munday watched Jay and Mr Patch lip wrestle, pulling his rock hard cock from out of his tracksuits at the same time and giving it a few encouraging jerks before leaving it to continue his 'spectator sport'. He loved seeing Jay get off with other guys, but it was rare that he got to see the lad snogging a fully-grown man like Mr Patch. It was almost like the age-old gay cliché, the 'boy' and his 'daddy', except that the 'boy' was 6ft 4in tall complete with beard and a pelt of body hair down his chest and belly.
It seemed though that, as much as Munday was enjoying the view, Patch had waited too long already. With an audible sucking sound like a vacuum cleaner, Patch broke the kiss, looked deep into Jay's eyes with an look of almost deranged lust on his face, and then pushed him to the floor by his shoulders, where he was faced with Patch's impatiently bouncing manhood.
Jay could hardly wait to get his lips around Patch's shaft again, now that there was no chance of them being caught, and even more so now that Munday was standing just feet away, watching everything, with his big cock in his hands, wanking as hard as he could without making himself shoot. Jay once again gave the head of Patch's magnificent knob a preamble lick with his tongue, and then buried it into the back of his throat again. Patch sucked in his breath to stifle a shout as his shaft was massaged by Jay's gullet. He instinctively put his hands behind Jay's head and pulled him further down, increasing the feelings. Munday watched for a while, and then decided to join in. He studied the situation for a moment, deciding how best to enter the fun. He didn't want to fuck Patch, because this was supposed to be making an impact on Jay, and he didn't want to fuck Jay just yet, so there was only one thing remaining. He hitched the backside waistband of his trackies up over his butt, leaving his cock waving out over the front waistband, and moved towards the two, moving his hand up and down his cock enticingly. Jay saw this, and knew what Munday wanted. He effortlessly pulled Patch's dick out of his mouth so that only the head remained in his mouth, grabbed hold of Munday's cock, pulling him closer, tried to open his mouth as wide as it would stretch, and forced the head of Munday's shaft into his mouth to join Patch's, licking both of them like a piglet at a teat. Munday had seen Jay do this before, but not with to him, and certainly not with two cocks of these proportions, and he felt distinctly proud of his trainee as he revelled in the feeling of his head rubbing against Patch's head, joined by Jay's heavily active and wet tongue. Patch was thoroughly impressed. Both his and Munday's cockheads were roughly the size of a baby's fist, Munday's slightly larger of course, and he had never seen anybody, male or female, take on two knobs of this size before.
Jay knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long without damaging his facial muscles, since the edges of his mouth were straining already, so he began to work his magic on both the men's cocks, sucking hard on one and then the other. He could tell that both of them were getting close to orgasm, by the growing intensity of their growls and moans. Looking up at one point, he witnessed both the huge men locked in a deep kiss, their tongues slurping at each other for dominance. On it went, Jay sucking and licking continuously and as busily as he could without straining his tongue, until finally he achieved his goal. Jay had just put his hands onto his teacher's butts, stroking them both lovingly through the different fabrics they were wearing, when he felt Munday start to shiver, which he had learnt meant he was about to shoot a huge load. What he wasn't prepared for was Patch's orgasm. The big English teacher held his breath, and then let it out in a stifled grunt, filling Jay's mouth with his sweet/sour spunk. This caught Jay unawares, and he just managed to hold back from choking, but spilling a lot of it down his chin. Patch's load was enormous erupting in a huge stream from the end of his bloated cock. Jay had just managed to start swallowing some of it, when Munday gave a high-pitched yelp, and filled Jay's mouth with cum a second time. Due to his balls being bigger, Munday could shoot larger loads than Patch, and Jay felt like he was drowning, as he choked and spunk flew out of his nose, flowing freely down his face and drenching his t-shirt. He pulled off both of them, causing both to shoot cum into his hair, giving him a 'bukkake' look.
As the last burst of cum spurted from his cock, Patch let out a contented sight and slumped down onto one of the classroom chairs, looking completely sated. He had never had such a good blowjob in his life, not even from the professional slappers in lower sixth form who were always begging for his cock.
But it wasn't over yet. Jay seemed to know this perfectly well, as he stood up, walked over to the desk, pushed his trackies down to his knees, and bent over the desk, his butt pushing up into the air. Patch looked at Jay's body with desire. There were two things that really got him horny, and those were young guys, and hairy butts, and to his delight, Jay filled both those categories. Jay's backside was still the same as the first time Munday had laid eyes on it just before summer a few months before, still firm, even maybe a bit more muscular through a whole three months of extended footy and rugby training, and still covered with a smooth layer of hair, almost identical to the hair on his chest and stomach. Patch felt his cock prepare to go on the rise again, despite having only just cum, and he started to fondle it gently, stroking the plumping shaft, and running his finger under his foreskin.
Munday's cock, on the other hand, had no need to be fondled back to stiffness, as it had never gone soft. It dribbles the remains of his load from his foreskin as he sauntered slowly towards where Jay stood bent over the desk. Just about a foot from the desk, Munday stopped. He stared down at Jay's backside, then fell to his knees and pulled Jay's hips back, burying his face in the lad's butt. Jay yelled out in delight and started to pant hard.
"Agghh! Yeah, come on coach, rim me!" he growled, letting his full Kentish accent come through. "That's it, yeah! Shove that spit up my arse! Fuck! That's good!"
"Fuck!" Patch whispered to himself, as his semi-flaccid cock flew to full mast in seconds. He began to beat on the shaft slowly, hoisting his large balls out from his trousers, pulling his foreskin down to expose his big purple head. He groaned as a large drop of precum began to form at the tip of his cock, and then dribbled down, lubing his shaft slightly.
Meanwhile, Jay was squirming on the desk, as Munday worked his big, extremely gifted tongue further up inside him. This didn't take long of course, but Jay had learned already that Munday always got his lads loose quickly, but he loved licking them out, and he knew that every one of them enjoyed it. Jay could feel that he was as loose as he was going to get without a massive three-inch wide cock inside of him, but he was perfectly content for the time being to just lie there and feel his studly coach eat his butt to his hearts content.
It took at least five minutes before Munday had finally had enough. He pulled his face out of Jay's crack, licked his lips, and turned to Mr Patch, who looked back, lust written all over his face. "You're turn, Patchy!" Munday growled, patting Jay in the small of the back, as if presenting him to Patch as a prize, grinning as his own cock leaked a steady stream of clear precum onto the beige carpet. Patch gazed at Jay's round butt, the dark furry crack still wet from Munday's rimjob. He stood up slowly and walked the three paces to the desk, ripping his blue shirt off his body as he went, the buttons flying all over the floor, exposing his deep furry chest. Munday's tongue licked his lips with lust as the sight of Patch's huge furry pecs, which rivalled his own in muscle build, but far surpassed him in hair growth, the thick brown carpet extending down Patch's chest and ripped abs to thicken out around his bobbing cock. Unable to resist, Munday reached out a hand and grabbed one of Patch's nipples between his thumb and index finger, pinching it hard. Patch gasped, his knees almost buckling under the sudden burst of delightful pain that shot through his upper body, concentrated on his nipple. He moved in close to Munday and grabbed his smooth bare butt bringing their hips together, squeezing the beautiful globes of muscle in his strong hands as the humped Munday's loins gently, sliding a hand up inside Munday's white polo-shirt to pinch the smaller man's nipple likewise, groaning in pleasure as he watched Munday's eyes roll up into his head, rolling his head back to expose his thick corded neck with a thin five-o-clock shadow extending down past his Adam's-apple to his collarbone, almost joining his light chest hair. Both the men were brought back to Earth when they heard Jay moan slightly with impatience. Munday glanced down at Jay's naked butt, looked deep into Patch's eyes and gave him an encouraging leer, grabbing his thick manhood and squeezing it, making Patch grunt appreciatively. "You fuck his arse, I'll fuck his face!" he whispered into Patch's ear seductively, making the bigger man shiver. "Oh, fuck yeah Jase!" Patch growled in his best 'daddy-bear' voice "Go on, do it! I wanna see him gag on your load!" Munday let go of Patch's cock with a wink, and walked around the other side of the desk, where Jay's head was resting on his folded arms. Seeing Munday's hard cock this close to his face again, Jay reached out to grasp it with a soft 'mmmm', but Munday backed off slightly, letting Jay know through his eyes that he had to wait. Patch meanwhile was lining his thick python up with Jay's crack, revelling in the scent of teenage butt. He leaned forwards, wrapping his massive arms around Jay's chest and stomach, running his fingers through the lad's premature chest hair. He felt Jay jump slightly at the unexpected touch, but simply caressed Jay's chest some more until he felt him relax. Then, bracing all his strength in his powerful thighs and butt, he plunged his big manly cock deep into Jay's butt in one smooth glide.
Jay reared up and let out a scream as Patch's monster parted his butt lips explosively and rammed into his prostate, but the scream was suddenly silenced as Munday forced his even bigger piece of man-meat down his throat, essentially gagging him. Jay struggled slightly, not through discomfort necessarily, but just to get in a better position to breath through his nose. Patch's cock, although probably one of thickest next to Munday's he'd taken up his backside, didn't really hurt, but it had sent a huge shocking spasm through his body as the huge man rammed himself into him, but that had been quenched almost instantly by the impact of Patch's large cockheads with his sensitive prostate. Now, as he felt Patch beginning to withdraw, like a battering-ram preparing for it's next strike, he groaned loudly around Munday's cock, wedged deep in his gullet, and started to go to work, sucking and swallowing, working on Munday's shaft like the pro he was. As he slid back into the fiery tightness of Jay's arse, Patch began to feel the warmth of slowly approaching orgasm slowly spreading from his balls to the root of his cock, and throughout his whole body. He drew out again and slid back in, groaning loudly.
"Fuckin' hell Jase, he's so fuckin' tight!" He grunted, drawing out and pushing back in harder now, hearing the slight slap as his loins hit Jay's firm butt, hearing the lad groan even louder, prevented from verbal response by Munday, who was now beginning to fuck his face, as he had promised. Every time he forced Jay to take his cock, he was reminded of how well he had trained the young man, now being well and truly skewered on Patch's desk, his large 9-inches leaking load after load of precum onto the homework sheets and test results below. Munday exhaled loudly, gritting his teeth, as he grabbed hold of Jay's head between his large hands, and began to fuck his face hard. He knew what Jay liked, and that was getting his holes fucked hard and strong by a pair of big cocks (among other certain activities, but I'll save that for a later time!). He felt Jay's nose butting against his lower abs, and he rolled forward, trapping Jay's head between his lower abdomen, his stomach, and his chest. He let go of Jay's head, holding it in position with his now copiously perspiring body, grabbed a hold of the hem of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his chiselled and slightly hairy body to Patch's hungry eyes.
Patch literally started to drool at this. He had a willing lad between his legs, and a hugely muscled furry man just across the desk, his massive prick disappearing in and out of the mouth of the lad he was fucking. He lost all his restraint, and let out a lion-like roar. "FUCK, he's tight!" He shouted at the top of his voice, not giving a shit if the caretakers heard him now "I'm gonna fuckin' split him in half! I'm gonna fuck him so hard he's gonna be begging me to stop! And when he does, I'm gonna FUCKING POUND HIM HARDER!!!" With this, he straightened his back, spread his legs to get a good balance and protect his larger balls from getting crushed between his legs, grabbed Jay's hips, pulled his cock out of Jay's butt, and then rammed it back in as hard as he possibly could, every muscle in his body braced for the fuck.
Jay screamed and almost gagged on Munday's knob, still fervently fucking his face. He began pulling and grasping at his coach's big, muscular butt, rejoicing in the feel of Munday's smooth skin covering steel-like, Rugby-built glutes as they flexed to brace his reciprocating groin. He loved Munday's huge bubble butt, since it reminded him of his wanking sessions watching the recorded taped of Johnny Wilkinson, England's star rugby champion, running around a pitch grabbing around with seventeen other huge, well built men. These thoughts swirling through his fuck-filled mind, he felt his orgasm beginning to close in on him. Patch was now fucking him so hard, that it took less than twenty seconds for him to reach the brink, and then another ten to be pushed across it. He felt his balls spring up to his body, felt the boiling sensation of cum surging thorough his body, and the feeling of complete and utter nirvana as his massive load of pent-up cum erupted onto the desk, soaking everything and even spilling over the side and onto the floor in a trickle.
The clenching and spasming of Jay's already phenomenally tight butt dragged Patch to the brink faster than he had expected, and in his surprise, he started to fuck it harder and harder, until he was overcome by the glorious feeling of shooting a good hard load into a tight, hot arse. He stood gasping for a second or two, his huge chest rising and falling rapidly with the exertion, and then collapsed forward onto Jay's back, squashing the lad into his own cum and wet paper, completely spent, and proud of it.
The force of his orgasm caused Jay to nip and bite slightly on Munday's cock, something he, surprisingly, had never felt before, not even from Jay. The slight pain of Jay's sharp teeth on his shaft made him gasp, and he felt his lime-sized balls contract and boil like a volcano, projecting cum through his body rapidly towards his cock. In a split second, he had wrenched all 13-inches of his cock from Jay's throat, and had pointed the head at Jay's face, wanking the long shaft hard, roaring as his gallon-load of cum rose up and erupted, for a second time from his piss slit and into Jay's face, drenching his hair and sticking in his beard.
Jay, almost too tired to move, stretched his neck forward slightly, and sucked Munday's softening cock into his mouth, cleaning the cum off it, feeling the same cum running down his face and neck. He felt Munday collapse onto his back as well, almost crushing his under the weight of the two massive men who had fucked him up so fantastically. He knew that he had found a new fuck-buddy in Mr Patch, and realised that he wasn't going to need as much motivation for English lessons anymore!
Endnote: Well, I hope you enjoyed that part! Remember, feel free to email me with you're opinions or suggestions! My email address is little_demon203@hotmail.com See you next time! JC