THIS IS A STORY ABOUT CONSENTING ADULTS! ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED ARE FICTIONAL AND OVER 18.
I was nineteen years old, just two weeks from graduating high school and things just didn't seem to matter anymore. I was already into college and soon I'd be up and away from my parents. That's why I was acting up in class. It was a free period and it was just a bunch of us students being monitored by one of the gym teachers, Mr. Carver. Mr. Carver was in his mid forties, with short-cut brown wiry hair, and stood at about 5 feet 9 inches tall, a bit short, and he clearly had a complex about it. Still, he was thick set since he was the coach of the wrestling team.
Me and one of my friends were talking when he told us to keep it down. When we repeatedly continued ignoring his requests he finally yelled across the room, bringing everyone up and away from their work "Do I have to come over there and knock your skulls together. Quiet down."
I had always wanted to talk shit to him. He was such an asshole and soon I was on to bigger and better things. This high school gym teacher suddenly didn't seem threatening anymore. "Or what?"
He looked at me, "Excuse me?"
I was nervous but I pressed on, "Seriously Mr. Carver, what are you going to do? Give me detention? In two weeks I'm out of here."
Mr. Carver said "Alright, have it your way, detention every day this week, until friday." Five days of detention, that was extreme, especially for the minor infraction of talking back. I objected but he just added "Do you want me to make it next week too?"
Suddenly I didn't feel as cool. I slumped in my chair, pissed that he had called my bluff and given me detention. When the period ended he didn't even look up from his newspaper when he said "Meet me in my office at four thirty."
My last class of the day was, ironically, gym. However, Mr Carver was not my gym teacher. Another man, Mr. Andrews, was my gym teacher. He was similarly built like Mr. Carver. but he was in his 50s and had silver white hair, with dark olive skin. After the period ended everyone went in to change. Nobody showers after gym class when its the last period of the day, instead they just head home. So the locker room was empty when I looked at my watch, realizing I had thirty minutes before I was due in detention.
I walked over to the communal shower room and then, deciding I'd rather shower now than sit sweaty in detention for the next two hours. I stripped off my clothes and walked in, standing under one of the shower heads furthest from the entrance, the piping hot water streaming down my body.
I am nothing special, as far as looks go. I stand about five foot ten with brown hair and no real muscle mass, but no fat either. I looked down at my cock. I guess it wasn't too bad, but I often wished it could be bigger. It was about 5 inches hard and could get really small while soft, like now.
I was sort of zoned out, rubbing shampoo into my hair, when I heard somebody enter the locker room. I heard feet approaching and then somebody stripping down and I could hear them walking to the shower. I turned so that my dick was facing away from the entrance to the communal showers.
Probably the last person I wanted to see on earth turned the corner. Mr. Carver, standing completely naked with a towel wrapped around his neck. He must have been working out while I was in gym. He sneered when he saw me, "well surprise surprise, look who we have here." Honestly, I was kind of speechless. I've never really had any sort of feelings for guys, but something just clicked when I saw Mr. Carver standing naked with that towel wrapped around his neck.
His skin was freckled, but I was surprised by the nice furry coat of hair that covered his chest and stomach. He wasn't ripped or anything, but the muscle tone under a thin layer of fat gave him a good body. But that wasn't really what I was speechless over. His cock was massive. Soft, it hung down probably 5 inches or so, and was thick as hell. I must have looked awkward, standing there with my back to him, but staring at his dick.
He took the shower head right next to the entrance of the big tiled communal shower and when he turned around to turn the water on, i looked at his ass as he did. Like his chest, he had a layer of fur on each round freckled cheek. I faced the wall, wondering what was coming over me. He actually lectured me as we showered up, "You act up but if you're going to go out into this world you need to learn respect." I was barely listening. I had my face to the wall. I was clearly done showering. Why didn't I just leave? For some reason I stayed put under the shower stream as he continued, "You think you got the world by the balls, wait till the world has you by the balls."
I couldn't resist, I glanced behind me, hoping he wouldn't see me. Unfortunately when I turned my head I realized he was looking right at me while he talked. I knew I was blushing, I just hoped the he would think it was the hot water. He actually sneered again as I looked at him over my shoulder, absently rubbing soap on my body, pretending I had something to do. His thick cock swung heavily between his legs and I couldn't help but look down at it as a thick stream of water ran off the tip like a stream of piss. His pubic hair was like the hair on his head. Short and wiry.
He was still talking but I wasn't listening. Why was I acting like this? I had never had feelings for a man before and suddenly Mr. Carver of all people, had me reeling. I looked down and realized with horror that my small 5 inch cock was rock hard, sticking straight out at the wall. I could feel Mr. Carver's gaze on my back as I showered. I was just standing there, since I had rubbed the soap over myself too long already. I didn't know what to do. To leave the shower I need to turn around and face Mr. Carver.
"You think you know something that everyone else doesn't?" I didn't really hear him. "HEY!"
I snapped out of my stupor, "huh?"
"What the fuck? You can't even listen when someone's, Jesus Christ." It was strange hearing a teacher swear like that. I could hear the smile in his voice. I had to get out of the shower. If I wasn't listening to him he was probably wondering why the hell I hadn't left yet. I summoned up all the courage I had and covered my dick with my hands, cupping it away from view.
He didn't really say anything as I walked out. He actually just turned around and started showering quietly as I practically ran to my clothes. My mind was reeling. What the hell does Mr. Carver think now? Does he know that I was hard? My cock was still jutting straight out as I practically fell over trying to pull my boxers on to hide my boner from view.
"Easy there, don't break your neck kid." I didn't think this could possibly get any worse but it just had. I looked up with terror, almost not wanting to see who it was. The voice was deep with a heavy Brooklyn accent so deep down I already knew. It was my history teacher, Mr. Harper. I desperately tugged my boxers on and reached for my pants. Mr. Harper is a big man. He's tall and is fairly thick set with a paunchy belly. He's balding so his brown hair only forms a ring around his shiny shaved head. He was wearing dress pants and a button down shirt and had a gym bag. He was clearly here to change before he worked out.
"yeah, sorry bout that." I didn't know what to say. What did Mr Harper think? I knew he could hear Mr. Carver's shower running in the communal room I had just walked out of. He was probably putting together that I had a boner because of whoever I saw in there. I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my bag, wanting to get the hell out of there. Before all three of us were standing there looking at each other.
As I walked out of the room, holding my bag in front of me awkwardly to shilled my boner I heard Mr. Carver's shower turn off. I opened the door exiting the locker room, walking quickly away from the gym. I knew at that very moment, Mr Harper probably watched Mr. Carver walk out of the shower and put 2 and 2 together. I wasn't really sure what Mr. Carver had seen, but Mr. Harper definitely knew what was going on.
I dreaded seeing them, knowing I'd have both of them for class the next day. Suddenly my stomach turned over as I looked down at my watch with a start. In five minutes I was due in detention. I was supposed to meet him at his office which, to my dismay, was only accessible by walking through the locker room. I pushed open the door praying I wouldn't see Mr. Harper on the other side but knowing I would.
As I stepped in, Mr Harper was pulling his shirt over his head and Mr. Carver was pulling a pair of athletic shorts over his naked cock and ass. I could feel myself blushing again when I saw this. Mr Harper's big hairless belly hung out plumply until he pulled his shirt over it. He sat down to tie his shoes, his belly seeming bigger when he was hunched over. I tried not to make eye contact as I walked by him. They were talking but I literally just B-lined it to Mr. Carver's office. I'd just wait for him there.
I walked back to the small corridor that held the different offices of athletics staff. Everyone had gone home. When I walked into Mr. Harper's office I saw a small chair that sat against the wall behind his desk and a couch along the wall right beside it. The couch was an old sofa that was beaten up. As I sat down I sank into the slumped cushions. I didn't really know what to do. I could hear Mr Harper and Mr. Carver talking but I didn't know what they were talking about. I tried not to imagine as I sat with my hands in my lap. After refusing to cooperate my dick had finally gone down. I breathed slowly trying to regain my composure.
"OK See you then, Rich." I heard Mr Carver say as he approached his office. He stepped in and I realized he still hadn't put on a shirt. "OK OK OK." He clapped his hands together, causing me to start a little. He walked over and sat down at his desk, flipping through some papers. His wet towel was wrapped around his neck like when he had walked into the shower.
I could see the large mound under his athletic shorts, knowing only a thin layer of fabric covered his huge cock. I wondered how I hadn't seen it before actually. Probably because I wasn't looking. He tipped his head to the side and was rubbing in his ear with his towel. I couldn't take my eyes off him when he suddenly looked over at me and I could swear his eyes flicked downward, looking at my body. He reached into his desk and pulled out pair of reading glasses, which he put on as he looked back down at his papers and began scribbling down notes.
After about five minutes I decided to say something, "Umm... what do you want me to.. like ... do?"
He just looked over at me. "Ummm... what do I want you to... like... do?" He was making fun of me. "Pass me that shirt." He pointed at a white wife beater with on the couch next to me. I picked it up and handed it to him. As he pulled it on he continued. "I want you to learn some damn respect for your elders." He was wearing a stern expression and he turned back to his papers.
I didn't really know what to do so I just said "Mr. Carver, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been disrespectful." I was looking down at my hands again. "You're right, what you said about needing to be mature to go out into the world."
He looked up, he didn't look angry any more. He had that expression on his face as he said "Oh really? I wasn't sure you were really listening to what I said." I looked back down at my hands not wanting to look him in the eye. For some reason my eyes fixed on the bulge in his shorts. I could feel my dick actually getting hard but I was wearing jeans and, like I said, it's not huge so I could hide it fairly easily. "You seemed distracted." I didn't say anything as I looked down at my hands again. "Were you distracted?"
He actually wanted me to answer that? No matter how much I tried, I couldn't look him in the eye. "Yeah, I guess." He was really torturing me.
The tone of his voice changed as he said, "you know it's funny. people always seem to fall in line once they see it." I was floored. What did he just say?
I looked up directly into his eyes. "See... See what?" I decided to play ignorant.
He just laughed and ignored what I said as he asked me, "So, why were you so shy when you were walking out?" He held my stare. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't say that I was hard.
My mind was panicking as I said the first thing that came to mind, "I just, you know. Mine's not that big so..." I looked down, this was going to be the worst 2 hours of my life.
When he responded I was shocked, "Yeah even if it is rock hard, am i right?" He was laughing at me. I blushed, my hands in my lap covering my rock hard cock at that very moment. I realized what that meant. Not only did Mr. Harper obviously put two and two together, he didn't even hesitate to tell Mr. Carver. "Rich filled me in. Got a little crush?" I couldn't believe this. He was just blatantly making fun of me. A bit of belly pushed out against the white beater as he slumped in his chair facing me.
I was on the verge of standing up and walking out of the office. I didn't need this shit. Fuck him. I reached for my bag and he said, "Where do you think you're going."
I just looked at him, "I don't need this shit, I'm going home. Fuck this."
He wasn't even phased. His eyes flashed when he said "OK I'll make you a bet, if you win you get to go home and you get out of detention for the rest of the week." I looked over at him. "If you lose you're stuck here with me." I was waiting for him to say it. I knew I was fucked when he did. "I bet you're hard right now." He rubbed his hands over his belly as he jeered, "I bet you're hard just looking at me."
I just looked away from him and he knew he got his answer. "Yeah that's what I thought bitch." He was talking so crassly. Sitting there, his body still wet from the shower, in his wife beater making fun of me, it felt strangely like we were bonding. He laughed cheerfully and truly didn't seem upset or even bothered.
He was writing again as I sat, unsure of what to do, where this went from here. Finally he finished writing, shuffled the papers together and evened them out by dropping them on the table. He opened the desk and put the pencil away. He turned to me again, "OK I'm done with everything I needed to do. So I wanted to say, what you said earlier, you were partially right." I was confused. "You are an adult now, you are going to be leaving, making your own decisions." I just nodded, not really following. He leaned back in his chair. "In fact, I have a decision for you to make right now."
I looked up "What's up?" genuinely curious where this was going, but sort of terrified at the same time.
He looked me square in the eye and said bluntly, "Whether you wanna suck my cock." My eyes got huge. Was he joking? He leaned forward, his chair squeaking loudly and walked over sitting down on the couch next to me. He wasn't joking. He pushed his athletic shorts off so that he had only his wife beater on. "Detentions over. You're free do what you please."
I didn't move. Was I seriously considering this? Most guys would have just left. But I guess most guys wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. As I looked at him, I wondered what I found so attractive about him. He had a good body, yeah but that wasn't really it. I realized what it was when he just laughed "Kinda seems like one of those things where if you're even considering it you're gonna do it." I looked up at him. It was his domineering attitude. That's what had me so horny. "Take you're time though bitch."
His cock wasn't even moving. It was completely flaccid sitting there between his hairy legs. It wasn't hard so what could I do? I just sort of murmured, "well I don't really know what to do..." I knew that sounded stupid.
He just laughed, "Well something tells me you're going to be a quick learner." I looked back down at his cock. My hand trembled as I reached for it. When my hand finally made contact, i was taken aback by how hot it was, how smooth it was, and how heavy it was. I wrapped my hand around it, trying to touch my fingers together. Even soft I couldn't do it. I sort of just pushed it to the side. I was at an awkward angle but when he leaned back the wife beater stretched over his belly, I had better access. I was sort of pushing it back and forth, not sure what to do. He laughed "My ex-wife gave better hand jobs than this." I began to pump it. "There you go. Now you're getting it." I was using both hands, pumping his huge cut cock.
It was definitely getting harder and bigger. As it thickened out I realized it was a little thinner than a beer can. I was still pumping it. As I jerked it, he had his hand on my back and was sort of thrusting into my hand a little. My other hand felt down and rubbed his balls. Each one was about the size of a golf ball and they hung down in a low hanging loose sack. I rolled them around in my hand, realizing that his cock was now rock hard, standing upright at a prominent nine inches . His stocky hairy body suddenly looked amazing to me. He looked so powerful. Who would have ever known Mr. Carver had such an amazing cock. "Go ahead then."
I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. Still there was a part of me that was telling me, there's no turning back at this point. Are you going to suck a dick? Not just any dick, Mr. Carver's huge dick. If someone had told me that this morning when I woke up that this afternoon I'd be in Mr. Carver's office with his dick in my hands I would have probably punched them out. I don't know if my head was moving down or if his dick was moving up. I could feel his hand resting lightly on the back of my head as the head neared my face.
I don't know why. When his huge cut cock head got to my mouth I leaned in and kissed it. This made Mr Carver laugh, "Jesus christ did you just kiss my dick?" Still, i didn't want to open my mouth. I could see precum dribbling out of his urethra. He held my hair gently in his hand and rubbed his cock tip along my lips. I was dazed as I licked my lips tasting his precum. I couldn't resist anymore.
I opened my mouth and swallowed the head whole. Mr. Carver's body jerked when I did, "There you goo... there you go..." Once I had walked over the threshold, my inhibitions lowered slightly. I sucked his cock head hard, practically pulling precum out of him. He was holding my head as I got used to the feeling of a dick in my mouth. Every now and then I'd try to take him deep, feeling his cock bumping against the entrance to my throat, making me gag. One thrust in particular made me cough loudly and he just ran his hand down my back and said "Why don't you get a better angle on that." I looked at him, his cock still in my mouth. He was pointing at the ground.
I felt degraded but he was right, it was a better angle. I pulled my mouth off of his cock for some reason embarrassed by the long strand of drool that ran from my mouth to his dick. It fell on his leg but he didn't seem to mind. When I was on the ground, I just sort of kneeled awkwardly, but he sat up just on the edge of the couch, his back completely straight, and pulled my head back over his cock, which was pointing out at a 90 degree angle. As his cock head poked at my throat I tried to get in a better position. His cock was low so I was sort of bent over weirdly. He was holding my hair on either side of my head pulling my head over his cock and i figured, what the hell. The best position was if I was on my hands and knees.
So there I was. In Mr. Carver's small cramped office, him perched on the couch in a fucking wife beater and me on my hands and knees in front of him sucking him off. Well, to be honest, at this point it was less me sucking him off and more him fucking my face. My gag reflex began to die down after my throat was repeatedly penetrated with his cock.
Now, to this day, the next moment was the one where I realized I was going to be a cock sucker forever. He pulled my head over his cock, harder than usual, holding me roughly by the hair and the pain in my throat sort of dulled and my head jerked down over his cock as I felt him fill my throat. He was as shocked as I was "God Damn boy, you've been at it for about twenty minutes and you're already deep throating me." I felt strangely proud.
I knew I couldn't' take his whole dick in my mouth but I remained limp as he pulled my face over his cock repeatedly, thrusting his cock in and out of me. I felt with one of my hands and, as I suspected, my cock was rock hard, dripping in precum, between my legs.
My head was about halfway down Mr. Carver's dick when I heard the door open. I panicked, trying desperately to cough Mr. Carver's cock out of my throat but he pulled me in even harder, forcing it deeper into me. With his rock hard cock in my throat I couldn't turn to see who was at the door. Who else would bear witness to my descent into a crazed cock fiend.
I was actually relieved when I heard Mr. Harper's voice (hey he already knew so if it had to be somebody). Now, Mr. Harper is paunchy, pudgy, balding and being the history teacher he always sort of came across as a nerd. But he demanded respect from his class and got it. Still, i was surprised when I heard him laughing "Told you it wouldn't take long." Mr carver let go of my hair and I jerked off his cock, which pulled up and out of my throat, coated in a thick layer of saliva, still jutting out at the wall. I turned around immediately and saw Mr. Harper standing there in his gym clothes, drenched in sweat. Saliva was running down my chin. I wiped at it, looking back at the huge cock in front of me then back at Mr. Harper.
"Mr. Harper, I just..."
He cut me off "Save it." He pulled his shirt off and dropped his athletic shorts revealing a pair of cotton bikini briefs. He had a big belly hanging over. I had seen it earlier. It was smooth but his chest had hair on it. Still, he didn't have a great body. He was very pudgy and red after his work out.
Now, Mr. Carver was one thing. He had a pretty good body, that beautiful cock. A domineering attitude. But I wasn't really sure if I wanted to suck Mr. Harper off. But he clearly expected it and, in my position, I figured I wasn't really in a position to be picky. Besides, something big was hanging down in his bikini briefs. I was actually excited as I reached forward and grabbed the waste band, and lowered it down. His cock was almost fully hard. He must have been excited. It wasn't as long art Mr. Carver's, but definitely longer than mine. It looked to be about 7 inches but, like Mr. Carver's, thick as fucking hell. My dick was only a few inches shorter than this but the thickness made mine seem puny in comparison.
I leaned in and slurped his cock head down. As my mouth moved around his cock he shuddered and put his hands on the back of my head "There you goo..." His cock was getting harder and harder and before long, he was rock hard. Mr. Carver harper was much more gentle than Mr. Carver and didn't force me down over his dick, so it was actually a bit harder to take it into my throat. But when I did, I pressed down until my nose was pressed into Mr. Harper's pubes, his belly pressing against my forehead, and his balls hanging down over my chin. "Fucking natural born cocksucker."
He just held me there, gyrating his body a little bit, standing there, me with his cock buried to the hilt in my mouth smelling the sweat from his workout. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Finally he loosened his grip and I pulled off a little and then he pulled me back down. Before long I was just as turned on by Mr. Harper as i was by Mr. Carver, even if he was a pudgy balding man. Both men had such beautiful cocks.
Mr Harper spoke, "Fuck, this office is too cramped. We're the only one's left. Let's get in the showers. He let me off of his cock and I coughed. My throat felt weird as Mr. Carver heaved his body off the couch and walked in only his wife beater out the door. Mr. Harper was naked except for some socks. I stood up, realizing I had rug burns on my knees, and followed them out. Even though he was chubby, Mr. Harper actually had a nice ass. He had one of those heavy frames that looked like an athletic person with a bunch of weight in the front.
As they walked, I could hear them talking. I blushed with pride when I heard Mr. Carver whisper, "Best goddamn blow job I've ever had." My cock was rock hard in my pants. I was still fully dressed.
Mr. Carver peeled off his wife beater and Mr. Harper took off his socks. Mr. Carver looked at me as he was walking into the communal shower room "You can ogle us later. Get your ass in here." I stepped towards him but he said "Strip," then he walked into the shower. I pulled my pants and underwear off then took off my shirt nervously. Was I really about to continue to suck off Mr. Carver and Mr. Harper together in the school locker room? I didn't want it to stop though.
I covered my hard cock with my hands and stepped in. Numerous showers were going and the room was filling with steam. Mr Harper was cleaning off. Mr. Carver was stroking his rock hard dick which was now covered in sudsy shampoo. "get over here."
I walked over, standing in front of him. He roughly knocked my arms to my sides, reached down and held my cock up, squinting, "Jesus Christ Rich, you need fucking reading glasses just to see this bitches cock."
I was incredibly embarrassed, hearing my history teacher laughing behind me,saying in his thick booklet accent, "didn't I tell you?"
Mr Carver pushed me down to my knees in front of him, "Now I understand why you were so shy earlier. I would be too if my dick was that big. He was slapping his soapy dick in my face. I felt my eyes burn with soap but i didn't want to rub them and acknowledge the humiliating position I was currently in. "Honestly, i think my ex wife's clit is bigger than that." I was relieved when he placed the tip of his soapy dick at my lips and, simultaneously pulling me head and thrusting his hips, sunk his cock back into my throat.
Before long, Mr. Harper was done showering and had walked over to us. He rolled his fat dick around in my face as Mr. Carver pumped my mouth with his. My body tensed up and I shivered violently. OH MY GOD. I hoped it wasn't obvious, with the water pouring down our bodies. My cock exploded, I hadn't even touched it.
I couldn't see since my head was stuck on Mr. Carver's rod but Mr. Harper was laughing, "Jesus, the bitch just blew his load all over my fucking feet." I was humiliated, he was rubbing his feet against my skin, leaving ropes of cum against the sides of my legs. Mr Carver let me off his dick and Mr. Harper immediately filled me back up with his.
Once my orgasm passed, I felt different. I was suddenly very aware that I was on my knees in the showers in my school locker room getting face fucked by two of my teachers. I wanted to pull off and just leave, but in a strange way i didn't want to leave them hanging since I'd see them both in class for the next two weeks until I graduated. So I stayed there letting Mr Harper face fuck me.
With the sexual energy leaving my body, I wasn't anywhere near ready for what happened next. Mr. Harper pulled his cock out and turned around. Like I said, he was chubby but he had a great ass. He turned to look at me, "Go ahead bitch." He couldn't possibly mean... Jesus christ, I had a limit. "It's clean, I just washed it, go ahead."
Suddenly I felt Mr. Carver's hand on the back of my head. He held me in place as he pushed me forward, my face sinking between Mr. Harper's cheeks. Mr. Carver then said calmly, "Lick." Something about him. Maybe it was his cock. But I did what he said. I began licking Mr. Carver's ass and before long, my dick was hard again between my legs. Mr Harper was moaning loudly as I licked his ass hole. My hand reached under in between his legs to play with his balls while the other slowly jerked Mr. Carver. After about five minutes, Mr. Carver said, "That's enough. My turn." He pulled me off and then put his dick back in my mouth.
Mr. Carver's body seemed tense. Under the layer of fat, his muscles were now tensed. I could actually smell sweat even in the shower. He stood now so that he was almost completely above me, my body below in between his thick hairy legs. I looked up at his towering form above me as he fucked my face with his massive cock. We were looking in each other's eyes and, humorously enough, he smiled kindly, and it was one of the first moments I remember us really enjoying one another's company. He held eye contact when he said, "gonna blow my load down your throat bitch OK." He said it gently but resolutely.
I just accepted it as he pulled my head over his cock repeatedly. I knew I'd do it for him. Because he said so. He started humping me faster and faster and harder and harder until I thought I couldn't' take it anymore. Finally, with a low and quiet groan his cock swelled in my throat and pumped hot cum into me. He was humping back and forth, and I could immediately feel his dick getting slimier and more lubricated as he humped my mouth. He pulled out and pumped the last few shots out into my mouth. I swallowed it immediately, licking his cock clean in a horny frenzy.
I had almost forgotten about Mr. Harper who also started moaning. Mr. Carver stepped away from the middle of the shower to get under one of the streams and clean off. I watched him soap up his softening cock, so thick. I turned to see Mr. Harper who was now moaning, but keeping it somewhat quiet, and he began shooting out ropes of cum which landed all over my body. Mr. Harper for some reason cums a river. It was like it would never end, I felt completely covered as he slowly jerked his cock off, rubbing it off on my face. I was rubbing my dick furiously, and stifled a yell as I started cumming for the second time. It felt so amazing, better than any orgasm I'd had sleeping with women.
Mr. Harper stepped aside to get under a shower and clean off as I lay, dripping in cum, heaving in exhaustion. Once again I began to regret what was going on. I stood up and walked under one of the showers. Mr. Harper and Mr. Carver weren't even paying attention to me now. They were talking about some new school policy with payment. They turned off the showers and walked out to get dressed. I soaped off as best as i could. I just wanted to get out of here. I stepped out realizing Mr. Harper and Mr. Carver had left their clothes in his office. They both walked out naked holding their clothes. I was now fully dressed.
They didn't acknowledge me so I just said quietly, "OK I'm gonna go."
I started walking toward the door, then I heard Mr Carver say "Hold it." I stopped. I turned around both men had pulled their shirts on. Mr Carver was pulling his athletic shorts back on and mr Harper, in his button down, was stepping into his bikini briefs which he pulled up over his thick legs. "Come kiss it goodbye."
I just stared at him. The last thing I wanted to do right now was kiss his cock. But he seemed insistent "I mean, you kissed it hello. Why not kiss it goodbye?" He laughed. I figured the sooner I did this the sooner it would be over. I walked over, and kneeled down. He lowered his shorts, heaving his big cock out. It really was amazing. I kissed the head just like I did when I first sucked it. I wasn't really surprised when Mr. Carver said "Better kiss his goodbye too."
I crawled/shuffled over to Mr. Harper. He was just standing there in his bikini briefs, not moving. I knew I'd have to do it myself so I reached out and pulled the waste band away from his body, then with the other hand pushed his package up and out of the top. I leaned in and kissed his soft dick. I suddenly felt his hands grip the back of my head hard, smushing my face against his soft dick. He laughed as he jokingly rammed my face back onto his cock.
Then he let go and I was just sitting on the floor. Mr Carver turned around and walked back toward his office. Mr. Harper looked down at me, shook his head and laughed to himself, "I really never would have thought." Then he walked out of the locker room.
I waited a minute, sitting there on the floor by myself. Thinking about what happened. The part of me that regretted it was disappearing. Sure it was degrading but it was exciting. I thought of Mr. Carver, sitting in his office, that huge cock hanging between his legs in those loose athletic shorts. I ripped myself away from the image and stood up, grabbing my back pack. I looked in the mirror, the cum was gone but my hair had been pulled so many times even wet it sort of looked funny.
As I walked out the door I thought about having to see them tomorrow when i went to class. But by the time I got out to my car my dick was rock hard again. When I got home I immediately went up to my room and jerked off, thinking about Mr. Harper and Mr. Carver's thick cut cocks and their mature many bodies. How they talked to me.
Laying there, covered in cum I knew that even though I probably didn't have to, since Mr Carver. didn't say otherwise, I'll probably show up for detention tomorrow.