(Hardon High 01)
by Marc Tremaine
WARNING: If you are offended by sex between men, sex between teenaged boys, or between a man and a teenager (related or unrelated), you shouldn't be in this newsgroup and you definitely shouldn't be reading this story. If this type of sex is illegal, immoral or fattening in your particular state, province, country, or bedroom, stop reading now and go away. If, according to your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below. This story is a fantasy, and any resemblance to any particular man, teenager or penis is just your over-active imagination.
Copyright (c) 1997 by Tremaine. All rights reserved. You have the right to download this story to keep on your computer, and to print a hard copy if you preserve the title, warning and copyright notice. You do not have the right to repost this, pass it on to anyone, or use it for commercial purposes, that is, you can't try to make a buck off my work. The only thing you have my permission to do with this story (besides the obvious one) is stated above and nothing more. Get it? Got it? Good.
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The teacher looked up from his desk at the two-way television monitor where the principal's image appeared. "Yes, sir?"
"A prospective faculty member is being evaluated this afternoon. I'd appreciate it if you'd send three students to participate."
David Johnson did not have to look at the list in his desk drawer. Two of the next three were experienced evaluators, and this would be the first time for the third one. "Michael and Rick Harris, and Terry Atwell." He looked at the three as they began clearing their desks. "You'd better leave now."
The teacher tried to keep his face blank as the twins rose from their seats near the back of the room. They were identical hunks...slightly more than six feet tall, with curly dark brown hair, brown eyes framed with incredibly long lashes, thin, straight nose, high cheekbones, lips that were full yet very masculine, and lean, well-muscled bodies. Their long-sleeved shirts were rolled up over thick biceps, and the buttons were almost open to their belt buckles, revealing bulging pectorals and flat, ribbed stomachs. Their jeans were sprayed on over crotches that clearly showed Michael "dressed right" and Rick "dressed left". The seats of their jeans couldn't possibly have more vividly shown the cracks of two matched sets of gorgeous buns as they walked past the desk to the door.
The third boy, also a junior, stopped at the desk. He was short and slender, with fine, light brown hair worn somewhat long, and smooth, young features. His jeans and T-shirt weren't skin tight by any means, but just tight enough to hint at something nice beneath them. David raised his eyes above zipper level as Terry stopped in front of the desk. "Uh, Mr. Johnson...."
"I...Uh, I've never evaluated anyone before. What do I do?"
Whatever you're told, he thought. Aloud, he said, "Why don't you talk with Michael and Rick on the way to the principal's office? They've done this a number of times, and I'm sure they can fill you in."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Johnson." Terry turned away and hurried after the twins. David watched him leave the room, and as he turned back to his work he noticed Tom Merritt staring at him intently. The boy was kind of lounging in the desk-chair, with his legs spread wide and as they made eye contact, Tom sat up straight, one hand brushing over his lap as though to remove crumbs. David's eyes dropped to follow the motion and then widened slightly: the kid's hardon was almost as obvious as if he were naked and jacking off in front of the class. David quickly turned back to his work. Tommy smiled and squeezed his randy dick. A large drop of precum stained his tan pants.
Out in the hall, Michael and Rick had waited for the new kid on the evaluation team. Terry caught up with them and the trio started down the hall, Terry in the middle. "Well, Terry, looking forward to the evaluation?" Michael casually draped his right arm across the smaller boy's shoulders. Terry blushed fiercely, feeling the skin contact like a jolt of electricity, nervous, but not wanting it to end.
"Yeah, a little," said Terry. "What am I evaluating him on?"
"Not to worry, Terry," said Rick, his left hand briefly squeezing both Terry's shoulder and Michael's hand. "The principal won't leave any doubt in your mind what this is all about, and we've done it often enough that we can get you started."
"Thanks, guys. I really appreciate this."
The three walked down several halls, the twins basically leading the way, until Terry realized they weren't headed to the principal's office.
"We're just taking you to the evaluation room, Terry. We can get started on things before the principal and the prospective teacher get there." Michael stopped speaking and walking at the same time, standing before a heavy door with a sign that said "Utility Room." Rick unlocked it with a key on his key-ring, opened it and stepped inside, pulling a very surprised Terry with him into the darkness. Michael followed and shut the door, locking it again with the key, and handing it back to Rick.
"What the hell...." Terry started to speak, but Michael's right hand came from behind him and clamped gently over his mouth.
"Shhh," Michael whispered in his ear, his breath warm and somehow sensual. "Just relax, and keep very quiet. No one's going to get hurt, but if you say anything it has to be in whispers. Okay?"
Terry was too stunned for a moment to think, much less reply. Michael's hand was only lightly holding his mouth shut, but what kept him still and unmoving was the sensation of Michael's body behind him, touching him. He could feel the heat off Michael's bare chest, and the hard-muscled thighs pressing against the backs of his own thighs, and the firm bulge of Michael's crotch against his ass. Confused, with his cock beginning to lengthen inside the loose-fitting pants he was wearing, Terry could only nod when Michael asked him again.
Terry found his eyes adjusting to the room. It wasn't pitch dark after all. There was light coming through a panel along the far wall -- a large rectangular panel that actually seemed more like a window. Although Michael had taken his hand away from Terry's mouth, neither of them had moved, and both of Michael's hands were grasping Terry's shoulders, gently massaging them. "Take a look," Michael breathed in his ear, and guided him toward the "window."
Terry found himself looking at a row of toilet stalls without doors, each one empty. He started to speak again, but suddenly heard the sound of a door opening. He almost turned around before he realized that the noise was coming from the john into which the three boys were looking. "Two-way mirror." Rick's voice was like a disembodied ghost in the dimness. "They can't see us, but they might hear us if we got too loud."
Two men had come into the restroom. One of them was the head coach, dressed in his usual sweat pants and sweatshirt, and the other was an unknown man, smaller, closer to Terry's size but with a stocky, muscular build evidenced by the slightly strained look of the dress shirt and suit coat he was wearing. There was a nice mound under his slacks, too.
The coach rested one brawny hand on the other's shoulders. "Well, Tom, how do you like the school so far?"
"Uh...fine." Tom licked his lips quickly, almost as if he were more nervous than being interviewed called for. The coach's hand stayed where it was.
"You know, we've got a long evaluation session coming up, and after all the soda we've been drinking in this heat, I don't know about you, but I have to piss somethin' fierce. Take my advice, if you need to go, better do it now."
"No, I...I don't think so."
"Okay. But you may regret later not taking this chance now." The coach squeezed Tom's shoulder and then sauntered toward the mirror. It was large enough that the three boys could see him from the top of his head to almost his knees. Clearly, he was standing in front of the trough type of urinal that was still in some of the school restrooms. First, he tucked up his sweat-shirt, revealing a tanned, hairy midriff, then he loosened the drawstrings at the waist and dropped his sweat pants out of sight.
Terry's gasp of surprise was nearly as loud as Tom's as the coach stood there with nothing on below the waist but a very full jockstrap. The coach's dick and balls had to be enormous, Terry thought to himself, to make that big a bulge. The coach hefted his balls and glanced in the mirror. Terry cringed as though he could be seen spying, then realized that the coach was using the mirror to make eye contact with the prospective teacher. When he was sure Tom was watching him, the coach bent forward, making his muscular buns taut, stretched upright, and then pulled the jock down onto his thighs. A fat, uncircumcised dick and enormous balls flopped out. Terry and Tom licked their lips.
Terry had all but forgotten there was anyone else with him, until the hands on his shoulders moved down and began to play with his nipples. No one had ever done that before, and he started to pull away when he realized they were getting hard. A guy's nipples getting hard? And then Michael's hands tweaked them harder so that a little pain shot through them. Again he started to protest and again his body responded with a lengthening of his dick, and breathing that started to get heavier. And now a second set of hands came out of the darkness, rubbing his waist, pulling his T-shirt out of his jeans and up until it was bunched up under his armpits and the hands had free access to his bare chest.
Michael's hands continued to rub and tweak Terry's chest and tits, while Rick moved lower and began fondling Terry's now hard prick through his pants. And while this was going on, Terry continued to stare at the action going on in the john. Tom just stood there, his face flushed, hands now at his sides, now in front as if to conceal his own rigid prick, as the coach pulled and stroked his dick before suddenly letting loose with a loud, fierce stream of hot piss. "Ahhh, that feels good. Sure you don't want to join me?"
Almost as if against his will, Tom moved forward to stand beside the nearly naked coach. The coach's big, callused hand reached out and groped Tom's crotch, while his other hand stroked himself to a full hardon.
"Look, I...you're...I just can't. Christ! I need this job, and right here in the faculty john...no...no way."
The coach might as well not have heard a word. "Don't worry. No one ever comes in here this time of day."
In spite of himself, Tom was responding to the insistent hand, and then two hands as the coach turned toward him, a massive eight-inch dick pointing ramrod hard at him, while the coach's hands undid his belt and zipper and tugged on the pants until they dropped around his ankles. The coach played some more with Tom's prick through his white jockey shorts, and then pulled those down, too. Tom's own raging hardon stood out between the sides of his dress shirt. It was long and gleaming white, with a thick, mushroom-shaped head and a slight curve to the left. The coach's hands were playing with Tom's big balls, and working their way up and down the teacher's cock.
And by this time, Terry's pants were also on the floor. So were the rest of his clothes. And Michael's. And Rick's. Terry wasn't sure just how that had happened either, but he wasn't complaining about the feel of a hard dick pressed against his butt and burning into his skin, or the warm mouth that was giving him his very first blow job.
Tom had stopped resisting, and was matching the coach stroke for stroke on the athlete's dick. Then the coach reached up and put his hand behind Tom's head and pushed it down. Tom went the rest of the way himself, kneeling before the fat, throbbing dick, licking the pre-fuck juice off the head, and then gulping it down into his throat. His hand was wrapped around his own meat, beating it slowly and steadily as he sucked on the coach. The coach put both hands on the side of Tom's head and held tight, starting to fuck Tom's mouth with his hips and forcing Tom to the coach's pace. Tom began to struggle, but the coach held on tighter.
Terry didn't hear the sound of the door opening and closing behind him. He was too engrossed in watching the near-rape in the faculty john even though he was bent over, with Michael or Rick behind him, giving his ass its first tongue-fuck, slobbering and slurping, while the other twin was in front, working on his cock and balls. Balancing himself with one hand on the shoulder of the boy in front, Terry unconsciously reached behind to spread his asscheeks wider to this invader. He didn't hear the rustle of clothing being discarded in another pile behind him. He didn't hear the slight hiss of a cap being twisted off a small bottle, but suddenly he smelled a strange odor. He tried to turn away, but a new, larger pair of hands held him, and a deep voice commanded, "Inhale," while holding one nostril shut. He breathed in, and then again and again at the voice's orders...and then there was a pause while the others breathed in the same strange odor...and Terry's breathing got heavier and he drifted off into a mind-fogged state where his whole being was centered in his prick.
The prick that was being sucked so steadily, building him up to a cum like he'd never had before, building so much that at first he almost didn't feel the wet index finger that poked past the assring of his virgin boyhole, and into his hot insides. He tried to protest this invasion, but the hand clamped down on his mouth and the voice made him inhale again, and he was once more helpless as he felt a second finger stretching his hole. And then something else was pressing against him.
Tom fought as well as he could but in his position the coach had control, rapidly shoving his prick in and out of Tom's mouth, while Tom fought for air, and finally the coach rammed his cock deep into Tom's throat, so hard you could almost see the huge wads of cum blasting out and down Tom's gullet into his belly. The coach was getting his rocks off just when the enormous dick behind Terry began to slowly slide up Terry's shitter. The pain was so intense for a moment Terry almost passed out, and then, almost as if by magic, he relaxed the muscles and the pain was replaced by a heat that made him shove his young butt up against the unknown cock and balls behind him.
The mouth on Terry's dick was replaced with a large hand, clearly not Michael's or Rick's, and the big dick began stroking in and out of Terry's asshole. Terry began fucking the hand in front of him, and helping to fuck his ass back on the huge prick, just as the coach released Tom's head.
Tom sat back on his heels, his still-hard dick standing upright, as the coach's softening cock popped out of his mouth. The coach patted Tom on the side of his head. "Yep. I thought you were a faggot. Well, we'll have to do this again real soon. Say, right after the evaluation."
"What?" Tom stared up at the coach in amazement. "But you...."
"Look, queer, I'm willin' to play with your dick a little to get you ready for givin' some good head, but don't try to make anything out of that. And if you want to get and keep this job, you'll keep your fucking fag mouth shut. It's been a while since I had a steady cocksucker available, and I'm looking forward to having you around. And to fucking that cute butt of yours, too." The coach's voice was quiet, but suddenly hard and vicious. "And don't think, faggot, that you'll get anywhere telling the principal about this. We're good friends, close friends, and he's gonna believe me, not you."
"You no good, rotten...."
"Just put your clothes back on faggot, and let's go. There's an evaluation to finish."
Tom stood up slowly, his pants still around his feet, his cock surprisingly still hard, his face flushed with anger. He pulled his tie loose and then off over his head, holding the looped end in one hand, and wiping a drop of still-warm cum off his lips. The two were still standing next to each other as the coach started to bend over to pull up his sweat pants. Suddenly, Tom grabbed the coach's left wrist, looped the tie around it and angrily yanked the coach's arm behind him and up, spinning him around and grabbing his other wrist. The bigger man, amazed by the sudden assault, and still somewhat relaxed from getting his rocks off, didn't try anything until it was too late. His hands were tied behind him.
Terry's asshole was burning now, not with pain, but with the intense heat of the big dick sliding in and out of his guts, pulling out to the very tip and then slowly shoving in again. He was mostly concentrating on what was happening in the john, but was somehow aware that beside him one twin was fucking the other. Terry smiled at the thought, "Twin fucks!" Instinctively, the two on the bottom turned to each other and ignoring everything else for a moment, kissed deeply. Then the cocks were withdrawn from their asses and the two on top changed places.
Terry felt bereft and empty without the enormous dick up his ass, and then he was filled again by one of the twin's pricks -- good-sized, but not the monster prick he was really craving. Beside him, the other twin grunted, squatted a little and then took the huge dick all the way up his twitching butthole in one hard, well-practiced shove. Everyone took a hit off the bottle and Terry drifted off again into a world of pricks and cocks and balls, and coaches who got blow jobs from prospective teachers and then got tied up.
Despite his size, and squirming, the coach was unable to get his hands free. Tom paused for a moment, his still-hard dick twitching, and then removed the rest of his clothes. Buck naked, he grabbed the coach's hair with his right hand, keeping the other behind him, and pulled the coach's head down to cock-level.
"No way," snarled the coach. "I'm not...."
Tom interrupted the coach, and shut him up, by cramming the socks in his left hand into the coach's mouth. The coach's eyes bulged. "Faggot, huh? Like they say, it takes one...."
Tom stroked his dick pleasurably while the coach watched from close up, and rubbed the dripping head under the coach's nose so he could smell the musky scent of precum and man sweat from Tom's crotch. Still jerking his meat, Tom moved behind the coach. They were at right angles to the mirror and the four watchers could see clearly -- or as clearly as possible through their lust-filled eyes -- as Tom liberally covered his dick with spit. "I'm going to be nice to you, bastard, and not make this a dry fuck. Although that's what you really deserve. And I almost hope you were lying to me about someone using this john. It would be worth losing this job to see the expression on your face if that hardass principal walks in and sees his macho head coach getting his butt royally fucked by a small faggot physics teacher."
While he had been talking, Tom had been shoving a couple of spit-soaked fingers in and out of the coach's hole, ignoring the grunts of pain that for a moment seemed almost theatrical, but Tom was so angry he ignored the thought and shoved his hard prick up the waiting butt. Theatrics or not, Tom's dick wasn't small and there had to be some real pain when the long dick rammed into the coach's almost unprepared shithole. The coach winced, and then seemed to relax as Tom reached around and found the coach suddenly hard again. "Well, well, well," Tom said as he began pumping in and out of the hot tight butt, "look who's hard again. Enjoying yourself, faggot?"
Someone looking down on the two rooms would have seen an incredible sight. In the darkened observation room, Terry was bent over with his hands on his knees, his butt hole alternately filled with the twins' cocks and the one cock he wanted most, now that he had been introduced to the pleasures of male sex: the enormous dick of the man whose hardon didn't ever go away as he switched from one to the other of the three willing assholes. And in the john, the tough coach was suddenly cooperating eagerly as Tom reamed out his ass with Tom's big prick. The four in the observation room were watching the two in the john avidly, timing their fucking to the motions of Tom's hips, watching for the glazing of his eyes as he got ready to come.
The signal came, and Tom began to ram his prick up the coach's butt in earnest, shoving harder and harder with every stroke. Terry's butt was filled with the man's monster cock and the massive hands beating him off, while one of the twins fucked the other one. All four of them took deep, deep hits off the poppers and then they were all lost in a surge of wild cum as first the man's stud-bull dick blasted wad after wad of hot cum into Terry's virgin hole, and Rick blasted loads of brotherly cum up his brother's ass, and the two getting fucked shot their loads of fuck juice on the floor, just as the coach was spattering the mirror and walls and john floor with an incredible cum as he squirmed and writhed in ecstasy from the feeling of Tom's boiling hot jism filling his gut and then oozing out over Tom's dick and down the coach's ass and the back of his balls.
The three loud, squishing pops! were almost simultaneous as three emptied dicks pulled out of three well-fucked asses.
Tom untied the coach's hands and backed off quickly. The coach removed the socks in his mouth, and stood up, then sagged a little so that he had to support himself with one hand against the wall. "Goddamn," he said with a sexy grin, "that was some mean fuck." He held out his hand, and smiled more broadly as Tom hesitated. "Hey, no tricks. I sure enjoyed it, even though I'm going to be walking bowlegged for a couple of days." Tom hesitantly shook hands, puzzled by the hundred and eighty degree change in attitude.
"Look, I don't know what the fuck's going on with you, but we better get cleaned up, and sort this out later."
"Still interested in the job?"
"You bet your sweet ass I am." Tom grinned at the pun. "And if you want your butt plugged again, after I get the job, that's fine with me. But first, there's that evaluation with the students." Tom began pulling up his pants, and walked into a stall to get some toilet paper to wipe off his dick.
Inside the room on the other side of the john mirror, Terry sagged against the man who had just given him his first fuck. He could feel a warm dribble of that tremendous cum oozing out his hole. His eyes were completely used to the dim light, and he could see the twins kissing and caressing each other, and felt himself being turned around and held tightly while a man's mouth, topped with a luxuriant, soft mustache, met his own for his first kiss from another male. His head was whirling as he responded to the tongue in his mouth by doing the same, and when the long, sensuous kiss stopped -- with his again hard dick trapped against the man's taut hairy belly -- he opened his eyes.
Hoooo-lee shit! he thought. I just got fucked by the principal!
The principal whispered close to Terry's face, "What do you think of Tom?"
Bemused, Terry didn't really understand.
"Tom," the principal repeated. "Did you like his meat? The way he gave a blow job? The way he fucked the coach? Would you like a chance at him yourself?"
Terry's dick swelled a little more, and his ass twitched, too. The principal felt the dick move and smiled in the dim light, as Terry said, "Yeah, I think I would."
Rick nodded and Michael said, "That's a hot stud. I can't wait to get his prick up my ass."
"Shit, Michael," said his brother, "you can't wait to get any stud's dick up your ass. And somehow, you usually manage to get to them first."
"Okay, boys, that's it."
"Yes, sir," they chorused softly. They began moving about, picking up their clothes and starting to get dressed.
"But, sir...uh, what about the evaluation?"
"Oh, that?" murmured the principal as he lowered himself to the floor and began to lick Terry's stiff young dick. "This was the evaluation."
Terry's expression was as stunned as Tom's who had just been told the same thing by the coach. Tom turned to look at what he now knew to be a two-way mirror, as if he could see the man and the hot young boys who had been watching him get "raped" and then turn the tables, watching to see if he was the right kind of tough, sexy stud to fit in at this school. Tom smiled, almost as if he could see through the mirror, or maybe he was just thinking about the possibilities of young dick and balls and assholes and mouths. He grinned up at the coach, who kissed him, and then they went out the door of the john.
Terry was now on the floor on his back, his legs up in the air and spread wide, his stiff dick gleaming in the near-dark, as the principal slurped and sucked his own cum out of the boy's warm asshole, filling his mouth with ass juice and cum. Terry relaxed his ass muscles and a final glob of cum oozed out to fill the principal's mouth to overflowing. Holding Terry's legs wide, the principal straightened up and pulled the boy toward him, his stallion dick resting lightly against the boy's hole. The twins were dressed, and standing next to the two. Michael leaned down and kissed the principal deeply, getting a good part of the load of cum in his own mouth and swallowing it gratefully as the principal massaged him into full staff again, and then did the same with Rick.
The twins reached the door and turned at the sound of Terry's ecstatic moan as the principal pushed the monster eleven-inch prick into the eager asshole and then began the stroking that was already turning the boy's guts to a soft buttery mush. They each took a hit off the almost-depleted bottle of poppers, and Terry began beating his own dick in time to the massive thrusts up his pleasure chute.
"See you later, dad," said Michael as the twins left. John Harris, the school principal, just smiled as his sons shut the door. And then he really began fucking!