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"Right there with you Jake!" Shouted the coach as he hosed down Spencer's tonsils. Volley after volley of cum spurted out of the head of this thick cock. With the coach and principal screaming, my own stifled moans went unnoticed. Hopefully the puddle of cum now dripping down the leg of the desk and on the floor would also be unnoticed. I shoved the art supplies away and slid my dick back into my tight underwear. As I was getting ready to crawl out the door, the men were pulling their cocks out of Spencer's abused holes. He rolled over onto his side, breathing rapidly. Spencer had cum all over the discipline referrals, the pink sheets, on Spearman's desk. He also had dried cum all over his face and stomach. This was apparently not even the first round today. Shit, I thought. I really envied being in his place. As I was crawling out the door, I heard Spearman saying, "Fuck it, you little shit! I told you not to cum, and what did you do? You came all over my fucking pink sheets. Now I'll have to rewrite them. You'll report here again tomorrow at the same time." I heard a loud smack and a yelp from Spencer as I crawled out the door. I drove home plotting how I could use the evidence I now had to my advantage. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. That night, I stripped down to just my briefs to get ready for bed. I always slept in just my underwear, or naked if my parents weren't home. I had to jack off twice before I could get my cock down enough to go to sleep. The scene in the principal's office had been just too fucking hot. I was still holding my phone, scrolling through the pictures of the two older men fucking the eighth grader, when I fell asleep. My dad woke me up the next morning telling me that breakfast was ready. He just shook his head when he saw me with my huge erection, the tip of my dick sticking out from under the waistband of my underwear. "Looks like you had some night," my dad said as I groggily tried to sit up. I looked down and grimaced. I reached down and tucked my dick back into my briefs. My dad walked back down to the kitchen and I stumbled into the bathroom. There, I looked at myself in the bathroom, and couldn't help staring at my erection. "Fuck, I'm hot," I mumbled to myself. Self-confidence was one thing I certainly wasn't lacking. Especially because I have an eight-inch long dick that's six inches around all the way down to the head. No girls or boys I've ever fooled with could take the whole thing, only a few of the older guys I'd screwed around with could take my cock. I shoved my tight underwear down the my knees and tried to piss. Shit, I thought to myself, it's so fucking hard to pee when you've got such an intense case of morning wood. I couldn't get the image of the fuckfest from yesterday out of my mind. I had dreamed about it the whole night long, except in my dreams I had gotten in on the action. Finally, I willed my wood down far enough to piss, and I joined my dad in the kitchen. My mom was still asleep. "So, are you almost done with the saint?" he asked. "No," I replied. "I've got at least another afternoon left. But, since I've already spent all the required hours, I get to charge the teacher now. She said she'll pay me another fifty bucks to finish!" "No, you can't accept any money. This is your punishment for cheating on that test. If you hadn't have cheated, you could've probably gotten a lot more than $50. You're a good artist, and you could have earned a little spending money, but I'm going to write her a note and tell her not to pay you anything, unless you promise me you won't take it." I just shook my head, finished my Sunriser (eggs, bacon, and cheese on a biscuit, a real Southern classic), and headed back to my room to get ready for school. My thoughts returned to my task at hand, not finishing the painting, but what to do about my teachers. I slipped on my white polo with the little SPS embroidered on the left breast. I couldn't help but sneer. "Saint Paul's School" I swore under my breath. Then, I started to slip on my white and black hound's-tooth check pants, but because they were so tight, it was difficult to zip them up over my bulge. Finally, I was ready to go to school, and I dashed out the door. Late, as always, I floored my old beat-up pick-up truck, but that still didn't get me to school on time. I pulled into the senior-only parking lot, getting a space between a brand new Land Cruiser and perhaps a year or so old 'vette. Damnit, I hated my classmates and their money. My parents were spending my savings to send me to school instead of getting me a nice car. I had to drive this piece of shit to school and park between all the fine ass cars. I was walking into the building when Mr. Spearman called my name across the parking lot. "Guy! Hold up!" I turned around, not recognizing the voice at first. If my dick had subsided any, it was now immediately hard again. The bulge was shown obscenely under my pants, but I made no attempt to cover it up, just to see what Mr. Spearman might do. At first he didn't even look away from my face, he just yelled at me for driving into the parking lot too fast. "You could have run over one of the kids, you dumbass. What were you thinking?" I looked up into the thirty-something's face, and decided now was as good as any to be a smartass instead. "Oh, well, I was thinking about you, Mr. Spearman." I smiled as innocently as possible. He shook his head and looked down for just a moment. That's when he saw it and paused, only for a split second, but it was there. Then, almost as if he had never caught a breath raised his eyes back and stared at me again. He slapped me on the shoulder with his big, bear-like paw, rough from lifting so much weight. "I'm not going to take this shit. You're going to have to go see Mr. Price for insubordination!" His face was turning red; he didn't take someone confronting him very well, especially a problem student like me. I pondered telling him I'd rather come see him that afternoon, after all the janitors were gone like Spence had, but I just nodded my head. "Sure when do you want me to go?" "Yanno what? Just because you seem so uninterested, I think I'll take you myself, and right now too. We'll see how smart you are with your own principal." "Oh, but I'll be late to first block, Mr. Spearman!" I said sincerely. It was art, the only class I actually cared about. In fact, it was the only thing I was good at. I had won several of the local art competitions with both paintings, sculptures, and even digital art. If I did end up going to college, it would be to an art school. Some schools had even sent me a letter saying I could be eligible for a full scholarship if I would submit my portfolio, but my parents weren't keen on it. They said art school would be a waste of their money and my time. If I was going to college, it would be a real college and a real major. Assholes. Spearman just grabbed my arm and marched me into the building, carrying me in tow. I was certainly no march for his bulky frame or even his long gait, so I had to kind of hustle after him, my backpack still hanging off my left shoulder. After a minute or two of this embarrassment, several of my friends snickering as they watched me be literally drug towards the principal's office. Inside, we had to wait for a minute or two. I put my hands in my pockets and felt my phone. Again, my blood rushed to my dick. Fuck! Now was not the time. I was going to have to do a lot of sweet-talking to get out of this, and with all the blood running through my dick, it was hard to think clearly. It must be one of the downfalls of having a big penis. Scratch that, make it the only downfall. I watched the minute hand slide around the clock over his door. The blinds were pulled shut, so I couldn't see into this principal's office. Mr. Price liked to intimidate students sitting in his office by making them wait for sometimes up to half an hour before he called them in. It was a pretty good tactic and often worked, even on me. I can't say that Mr. Price scared me so much as he just demanded my respect and awe. He was the only person at the school that I didn't constantly bullshit. Mr. Price was as tall as Coach Walker or as built as Mr. Spearman, but he was the most rugged and intense man I had ever seen. It was rumored that he had once been some high-up in the Marines, and that's where he got it from. I swear, one look from that man would shut me up. I don't know why, but I couldn't disobey that barrel-chested stud. Finally, I heard the buzz on the secretary's desk. Having come in enough to know what that meant, I was standing and walking towards the door even before the secretary told me that I could come in. Mr. Spearman followed me inside. "What's the problem, Mr. Spearman?" "Well, sir," it seemed like even Mr. Spearman was slightly hesitant in front of Bill Price. He really did run the show here. "Guy was being directly and purposely insubordinate to me just a few minutes ago. He wheeled into the parking lot at thirty and could've easily run over one of the children. Not only that, but when I confronted him about it, he made every attempt to be rude. I think it's time that he get the special punishment, sir." Mr. Price leaned forward in his large padded chair, putting his elbows on the desk. He peered at me, looking me up and down (thankfully, my erection had finally gone away. The only thing that remained was a little wet spot on my pants where Mr. Spearman had got me leaking, but that was mostly dried up now). "I think you're right, Mr. Spearman." He pulled a discipline referral from a drawer I hadn't realized was open and began filling it out. He scribbled down on the punishment line, report to this office at 5:30 this afternoon. I gasped when I read it, finally having connected what Spearman had meant to Price. Oh shit! This was going to be something. I was about to get fucked by the hottest man in school and the most domineering man I had ever seen! "Dismissed." I turned and walked out, but I noticed Mr. Spearman remained to discuss my punishment with Mr. Price. Oh wow. I wanted to be fucked, but I wanted it on my terms, not theirs. I wasn't up for being raped. My mind was spinning as I tried to figure out how I could turn the tables. I walked into the bathroom on the way back to class. I had basically missed all of my art class, so I was just going to chill in here, maybe jack off, and go and wait for my next class. I ducked around the corner of the bathroom door and headed towards the stalls, dropping my backpack just inside. I picked the stall farthest from the door so I could have some privacy at least. This bathroom was slightly out of the way, not used by many of the students because there were no classes around here. It was mostly for guests, I suppose, because the faculty and staff restrooms were down the hall. Once I closed the door, I quickly dropped my pants and started rubbing my cock through my tight boxer-briefs. They were skin-tight and made of a lycra/spandex-like material. I wore them because I just loved how they made my cock look in my pants. I brushed my fingertips over the wet spot. I then brought the fingers up to my mouth and sucked the sweet juice off them. Slowly, in the sexiest strip tease I could manage in the cramped style, I pulled down my underwear. Now my shirt was pulled back over my head so I could play with my nipples, and my pants and underwear were down around my ankles. My dick pulsed, happy to be released. I ran my fingers from my thick bush up the thick, veiny shaft. I continued to trace around my shaft until I got to my bright purple mushroom head. More pre-cum had formed and glistened from my piss slit. I pulled it to my mouth also, enjoying the sweet and salty flavor. I stopped suddenly when I heard a sound coming from the stall next to me. I had been so into my own cock and balls that I didn't notice it. It sounded like a slapping sound, wet slick flesh slipping through a fist. It seemed like someone else had my idea and beaten me to it. I sat down quietly on the toilet, because apparently the person hadn't noticed my entrance either. What fucking luck, I thought, as I looked at the wall and noticed a small hole. Fucking private prep school has holes in the stalls so you can see through. It wasn't big enough to be a glory hole, but it was big enough so I could see the face of a young blond leaning back on the john enjoying stroking his cock. "Fuck!" I swore under my breath. It was Spencer from yesterday afternoon! I quickly jumped up, and opened my stall. I walked next door to his and began pounding on the door. "I know you're in here you little shit, open the door. I can hear you." I shouted at him, making my voice sound as much like Mr. Spearman as I could. Not that I was very successful, or that it even mattered, but after a moment of clothing rustling, the door unlatched. I pushed my way in and shoved the fourteen year, now standing back on the toilet. I hadn't bothered to put on my clothes, though Spence had pulled up his pants and slipped his shirt on and pulled up his pants. His belt was still loose. My cock hung out from my pubic bush, and my balls churned in their hairy sack. I'm certainly not as hairy or manly as Coach Walker, but I guess I'm what you could call a young bear. I'm hairier than most of classmates, and I made blond-haired, blue-eyed Spencer look like a fucking baby. "What do you want man, what's going on?" He stammered, but I could see his cock was till hard in his shorts. "We both want the same thing," I said, moving closer, "my cock." I grabbed his long stringy hair and pulled him towards my dick as I thrust my hips forward. He surprised me when he didn't resist. He surprised me even more when he moaned and allowed my cock to slide down his throat. "Fuck! I moaned. You must have had a lot of fucking practice. Do you like my big dick?" I tried to talk dirty to him, but I wasn't as good as the two men that fucked him yesterday. I hadn't had as much experience. Normally, I was the one getting screamed and cussed at. Shit, I thought, the kid doesn't even have a gag reflex. Spencer moaned around my dick, his throat fluttering around my dick. It felt so amazing. It also felt amazing being in control of someone else like this. My dick was pulsing in his throat, the blood rushing around, and my nerves firing like crazy. Spencer was using his tongue to lave the underside and head of my knob as I thrust slowly in and out of his sweet little mouth. I almost lost it when he opened his eyes and looked up at me with such lust in his eyes. I slid my dick out of his mouth, and his mouth remained open, eyes closed, waiting to get the hot boycock back. I looked down, he had gotten his little five-incher out and was stroking away. I moved closer and let my balls fall into his mouth. He responded equally well to this suggestion and proceeded to play with both my balls, rolling them around in his expert mouth. Damnit, it wasn't going to take me long to cum. I pulled my balls out of his mouth as they started to rise up in my sack. I knew I was about to cum. I shoved my cock back into his mouth, and he was able to take almost all of it. "Shit, your mouth is so fucking hot. Do you like my huge, senior dick? Want to make me happy? You think you're a big dog in eighth grade, but how does it feel to be sucking off the real big dog on campus?" He moaned again, jerking off his dick even faster. It seemed like he really got off on the dirty talk. What a fucking pervert, and he's only fourteen! My kind of fucking fourteen year old, I thought. My toes started to curl up, my calves flexed as I stood up on my tiptoes, leaning forward over him. I used one arm to prop against the wall, and the other to twist my nipples. I arched my back and yet a series of loud moans as my cock started to spasm in an intense orgasm. I shot one huge load straight down his throat and then I pulled out, letting the rest fire into his throat. It must have been six or seven loads total. As I pulled out, I rubbed the rest of my cum in little strips around his face, and I wiped my dick clean in his hair. I looked down and noticed he had cum all over his shirt. "Shit, that was fucking amazing. You've got quite a little hoover there," I said as I patted his cheek roughly. The bell rang, and I turned slowly, leaning down to shove my ass in his face. I gathered up my pants and pulled them up, and walked out of his stall. I slipped my shirt back over my head, and sloppily tucked it back in. Then, I headed off to my next class, computer. I had come to a decision, while face-fucking Spencer, on what I wanted to do about Mr. Spearman and my conference this afternoon. I pulled out my phone on the way and e-mailed the pictures to myself. Once I got in class, without opening the pics, I attached them, and forwarded a few of them to Mr. Spearman from a rather cryptic e-mail address. I knew he wouldn't know who it was. The message attached said, "Drop whatever you're doing this afternoon and meet me at Pine Hill Park, or these pictures are going public." I forwarded the message to Coach Walker, except I changed the meeting time to an hour later. Park Hill was known for all of the sex that happened on the trails and in the bathrooms. I wasn't exactly sure what I would do once they got there, but it was enough to keep me hard the rest of the day while I went through the rest of my classes.