Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2018 13:33:22 -0400
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 39

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 39" {Rob} (BB oral anal)

Here's more of Friday after school and Saturday morning with Steve's
English teacher, Mr. Jones, and Coach Henderson, who watched Steve get used
by his classmate, Roy Atkins, in the showers and locker room.

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those who started with Steve almost 16 months ago are still reading. I am
always delighted when a reader who has just discovered or rediscovered my
favorite boy writes. I welcome any suggestions, but I must say I don't
expect Steve will ever be involved in anything raunchier than piss-play
with a limited number of very close partners or anything more in the realm
of BDSM than the experience he had with the White twins, Jim and Jon. Rob
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The Fireman's Son Chapter 39 – Friday Night and Saturday Morning

	After Johnny left Steve and Jim cleaned up and took the leftover
pizza upstairs to eat while they played one of Steve's video games. After a
half hour or so, Jim said, "I'm getting horny again. Think we got time for
you to give me another blowjob before your mom gets home?"
	"If we don't get undressed and make it a quick one," Steve said as
he got off the bed where they had been sitting and onto his knees in front
of the horny jock. "Raise up," he said as he reached for the waistband of
Jim's shorts. Steve pulled the shorts and jockstrap down Jim's legs and
over his big feet, dropping them on the floor. Jim's cock was only half
hard. Steve took it in his hand and held it up. "Your cock is so big and so
pretty."
	"Yeah, it is big. It's grown two inches this summer. I measured it
just before I went to camp. I got one of the biggest dicks on the team. And
you think I have a pretty cock," Jim asked, his eyebrows raised and a silly
smile on his face.
	"Oh yeah, it's so smooth. The veins running up and around it are so
hot looking, and the head, red and slick from the pre-cum oozing out of the
big slit at the top. Yeah it's beautiful. I could look at it all day. I
wish I had a picture of it so I could see it any time I wanted."
	"I think we could manage that if you're not worried about anyone
else seeing it."
	Still holding the big sausage up, Steve nuzzled into his friend's
full ball-bag and began licking and kissing it. "These big balls are so
full of juice. Don't they ever get tired and take a rest?" the boy asked as
he made love to his friend's tackle.
	"Not while you're around, baby. Not when I look at your pretty
mouth and cute butt. They just go into overdrive when I'm around you,
little buddy."
	"Oh, Jim," Steve said as he ran his soft, wet tongue up to the base
of the big cock he was holding and began licking up and around the thick
shaft paying special attention to the thick veins that fed it the blood
that kept it full and hard and the thick tube that ran up the
underside. After giving the shaft a good work-over, he licked around the
thick ridge that separated the head from the base before covering the big
mushroom at the top of the stalk with his open mouth and bathing it with
his tongue, savoring the nutty cock-honey pumping out of the meatus.
	"Oh fuck, Steve! That's so good! You make my cock feel so good!
Suck that knob! Make love to my cock! Ohhhh,yeeees! That's they way! Kiss
it! Susck on it! Now take more! Go down on my cock! Take it down your
throat! Suck me! Suck me all the way down! Oh yes! Oh! That's it! Suck me!
Eat me! Oh fuck! So good! You're so good!" As Steve took his best friend's
cock deep into his throat, swallowing it, massaging it with the muscles
deep down inside, Jim writhed on the bed. Then he reached up and took each
side of the younger boy's head in his big, jock hands. He began pumping up
and down, in and out of the sucking mouth and throat. "Oh god! Oh fuck!
Shit! Shit! I'm cumming! Swallow my load! Swallow my cum, little buddy!
Drink it down! Drain my balls! Oh fuck! Yeeees! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
	As Jim gradually came down from his high, Steve continued sucking,
now gently, caressingly, on his friend's softening cock. He let it fall
from his mouth, but kept on licking and kissing on the mass of flesh that
was his best friend's cock and balls. Jim reached down and pulled his
smaller friend up to lie on top of him hugging him close to his strong
body. "You're the best! The best buddy a guy could have!"
	They lay there together in perfect harmony. Two friends: One
straight, one gay, one who gets serviced, one who services, a lasting
relationship. Can it last?
	Steve's telephone rang. He reached for it, rolled off Jim and sat
up on the bed. "Hi, Dad...Yeah, everything's fine. Jim's here and we've had
pizza from Angelotti's and been playing games on the computer. Mom's still
out with the girls. She'll probably be home in a little while...  He did?
That's great. I hope you get to meet him soon. He's really looking forward
to meeting Mr. Sims and you. Matt has told him so much about the two of
you...Yeah, about that too...Yeah, well I'll see him tomorrow morning. I'm
meeting with him and Coach Henderson at school to talk about the
project...No, this is the first time Coach Henderson has been
involved. He's the other sponsor...No...Yes, sir...I'll try. I
promise...Yes, you know I do...I will...I wish so, too. Maybe the next time
you're off duty...Yeah, he's still here...Okay, I'll tell him...Bye, Dad."
	"That was my dad in case you didn't guess. You know, I told you my
English teacher, Mr. Thomas, is a good friend of Matt Simms. He's gotten in
touch with Mr. Sims and the three of them, my dad, Mr. Sims and Mr. Thomas
are going to try to get together soon. Dad asked me to tell you he had a
great time with your dad the other day. He hopes they can do it more
often."
	"Yeah, my dad told me about meeting up with yours after Rotary
Club. Said they had a couple of drinks and then came over here to catch
up. He said you were home and he enjoyed being with you, that maybe the
four of us could do something together sometime."
	"That's nice. I really enjoyed being with him. Sort of different
from the `Hi, Mr. Evans" and `So long, Mr. Evans' that usually make up our
conversations."
	"What did you guys talk about?"
	"Oh, you know, school, you making the team, what I'd done this
summer..."
	"Ha! I bet you didn't tell him much about that!"  "No, but your
dad's cool. I mostly listened while they talked about the times they had in
junior high and high school. They were pretty wild guys, the three of them,
your dad, mine and Mr. Sims."
	"My dad a wild guy? I can't believe that!"
	"Yeah, well remember back then it wasn't so easy to get laid as
today. They had to find ways to get their rocks off when the chicks
wouldn't put out."
	"And they talked about those ways with you listening?"
	"Well, they didn't say much, but I got the definite impression some
of those ways involved other guys. Maybe guys like me that liked to take
care of hot jocks. You know, they were all three stars of the football
team."
	"Yeah, but I can't picture my dad with a cocksucker. You really
think so?"
	"That's what it sounded like to me. They didn't mention any
details, but when they talked about what `she' did for them or what they
did to `her', it seemed like `she' was really a `he'."
	"Shit! That is so wild! I wish I knew for sure."
	"Why? What'd you do?"
	"I don't know. Maybe I'd tell him about me and you...only if it was
okay with you, of course?"
	"Well, from what I heard...you know my dad knows about me...I
wouldn't mind your father knowing. Mr. Sims knows. He overheard Jimbo and
Matt talking about me and he told my dad, although Dad had already heard
about me from two of his firemen."
	"You are a little slut! Yeah, you told me that your father knows,
but are you telling me that your dad, Mr. Sims, Jimbo and Matt and a couple
of your dad's firemen have all fucked you?"
	"Well, yeah. I told you I've been fucked by lots of guys this
summer. I don't even know if I could count them; much less remember all
their names. But, yeah, when Mr. Sims found out and told Dad, who already
knew, they decided they might as well "have some of the nookie I was
passing around" and both fucked me and have been fucking me ever
since. Jimbo and a bunch of his friends started fucking me the night of
graduation when Tony turned me out to them. Matt's fucked me, with his dad
and mine, when he's been home on leave."
	`Please, God, don't let him ask if his dad has fucked me,' Steve
prayed. He could tell Jim was getting more and more upset with these
revelations, especially coming on top of Steve's suggestion concerning his
dad's activities when he was a teenager.
	"And I suppose now you'd like for my dad to fuck you? I think it's
time for me to go home," Jim said as he pulled up his shorts and got his
shirt and shoes on. "What the shit am I going to say to my dad? How am I
gonna start this conversation?"
	"I know this has upset you, but just think about it when you get
home. If I'm right, your dad was just like you when he was in high
school. He got sex where it was available. He's not gay. He's straight just
like you. But...maybe it would by a bond if he knew you were doing the same
thing. Maybe it would bring you and your dad closer together."
	"And I ask you again, just how would I start that conversation?"
	"Well, I did just think...maybe if he caught you fucking me or me
giving you a blowjob...maybe that would be enough to get the ball rolling."
	"And how would we manage that?"
	"I don't know. We'd need to find a time when your mom was out of
the house for several hours and your dad was home. Does she have any
meetings in the evening? She's a member of the Library Board, don't the
have night meetings?"
	"Sometimes, but they're usually in the afternoons. She goes to the
Women's Group at church once a month. I'll think it over. I'm not sure
about this crazy plan of yours. But I think I'll leave. Your mom will be
home soon." The two boys went down the stairs with the empty pizza
box. Just as reached the bottom they heard a car coming in the
driveway. "See, just like I said. Again, I'm sorry about Jake and Jackson."
	"That's okay, buddy. Like Jake said, the more the merrier."
	"You little slut!" Jim said giving Steve a hard slap on the
ass.... "Hi, Mrs. Andrews," Steve heard from the porch. "Did you have a
good time? Yes, mam, we did. Have a good night."
	Steve's mom came in and they hugged. "Did you have a good time,
Mom?"
	"I did. Dinner was great and the movie was very enjoyable, but I'm
getting too old for these wild girls' night outs. I think I'm going up and
take a long hot bath and get into bed. Tomorrow will be a long day. Are you
sure you don't mind me going to visit Aunt Peggy?"
	"No, Mom. I have to meet with Mr. Thomas and Coach Henderson about
the social project I'm going to work with them on in the morning, and I'll
find plenty to do in the afternoon. It's still warm, so I'll probably go
down to the park and play ball. I'm sure there will be a bunch of my
friends down there."
	"Okay, I'll see you this evening. Oh, did you dad call?"
	"Yes he did about an hour ago. All's quiet with him. You can get
him at the firehouse if you want."
	"I may call. Don't stay up too late."
	The next morning after breakfast Mrs. Andrews left to drive the
Springville to spend the day with her sister. A little later, Steve headed
out for the school.
	Steve arrived at the school just at ten o'clock. Mr. Jones had told
him to come to the teacher's entrance, which was over to the side of the
building. There was a parking lot just for teachers and other staff members
that was screened from the street by a thick holly hedge. When he turned
into the lot he saw a vintage pickup truck parked near the entrance to the
building. He knew it belonged to Coach Henderson. All the guys knew it was
the young coach's pride and joy. That he and his dad had restored it when
he was in high school. Some of them said his wife was always complaining
about the cost of keeping it up.
	Steve rode over to the truck. The coach, whose name was Hank, was
sitting in the driver's seat with the window rolled down. "Put your bike in
the back and hop in. Lay it down, no point in advertising who all's here."
Steve easily lifted it over the tailgate and laid it down on the bed of the
truck. He walked over to the passenger side, opened the door and got
in. "Waitin' for Mr. Jones. No point goin' in, we'd just have to wait
outside his classroom," the young man said as Steve climbed in. Looking
around to see that they were the only vehicle in the lot, he placed his big
hand on Steve's shoulder and gave it a good squeeze. Steve took a good look
at Coach Henderson. The young man was dressed in a tight grey t-shirt and
loose grey knit knee-length shorts with a drawstring at the waist.
	"That was quite a show you and Roy put on yesterday. I was pretty
surprised when he stopped me on the way in and made a remark about putting
my hands on your butt more often and keeping it on longer than I did the
other players. He told me not to worry, but if I wanted to see something
interesting to come by the showers after the other guys had left. Of course
I already knew about you and Mr. Jones and he and I had already planned
this morning, but I was a little surprised at the principal's son. It was
really hot when I saw you go down on your knees and take his cock in your
mouth right there in the showers. He's got a big cock, the biggest in the
class I'd guess. You know the big mirror in the locker room is two-way, so
the coaches can keep an eye on the activity in there to make sure there's
no bullying or hazing going on. Thanks to that I got a good view of the two
of you drying off and him pushing you down on the bench and giving you that
rough fuck. I wished I could hear, but just seeing was enough for me to
shoot off a big load that I had to clean off the window before I left. You
gonna give up that cute ass to me and Mr. Jones this morning? My wife's
been holding out on me, and he says his wife isn't giving him any because
of being pregnant," he said as he groped the big lump in his crotch.
	"Anything you want Coach. My mouth, my ass, whatever you and
Mr. Jones want, it's all yours. I'm here to serve and happy to take care of
two hot studs like you," Steve said as he reached over and cupped the
obviously hardening lump of jock meat inside the thin shorts. "Uhmm, going
commando, huh Coach! I like that," he said as he fondled the growing
cock. "Is Mr. Jones gonna be here soon?" he asked as he bent down and
placed his mouth over the growing wet spot and sucked through the fabric
stretched across the bulbous knob he knew was the head of the coach's
cock. He could taste the precum that was soaking through the worn fabric.
	"Fuck yeah! Suck on that cock, you little slut! Gimme some of the
mouth Roy Atkins got yesterday!"
	As Steve continued to suck on the big head, he reached down and
managed to get his hand inside the nearest leg of the shorts. Running it up
the hard, hairy thigh, he found and wrapped his hand around the coach's
scrotum, squeezing it gently. He had just found the tie at the short's
waist with his other hand when his head was grabbed and pushed up and off.
	"Mr. Jones is here," he heard Coach Henderson say as he rose up. He
heard a car door slam shut, and as he sat up saw the young teacher getting
out of his car.
	The two got out of the truck and met the other man at the door. "I
see you two started without me," the teacher said with a grin, nodding at
the prominent bulge and obvious wet spot. He was dressed almost as casually
as the coach.
	"Yeah, I couldn't keep the little slut off my cock."
	The three went in and walked down the empty, echoing hallway toward
Mr. Jones' classroom. The only light was the little coming through the
transoms over the classroom doors. "Up for a little adventure?" the teacher
asked.
	"What you got in mind?" the coach responded.
	"Let's strip and walk the rest of the way naked."
	"Shit! You sure?"
	"You saw. No cars in the lot. The place is empty."
	"You're on!"
	The two men, with Steve following right behind, quickly stripped
out of their shorts and shirts and kicked off their shoes. Carrying their
garments in their hands, they sauntered down the dimly-lit hall the rest of
the way. The two men with half-hard cocks walked on either side of the
naked boy, who kept glancing at the thick rods waving back and forth in
front of the two muscular young men.
	"Steve, walk ahead of us. I want to watch those hard, ripe
ass-melons move up and down while Coach Henderson and I imagine what we're
going to do with them when we get you in my office."
	"Yeah, strut your stuff for us."
	Steve willingly moved ahead of the two young men clenching his
gluts to make his cheeks harden up as he walked. When he got several paces
ahead, he stopped suddenly, bent over and pulled them open; giving the two
studs behind him a clear view of his tight pink hole. "This what you guys
want?" he asked as he turned his head around and grinned before scampering
off. "Come and get it if you're man enough."
	"The little slut really knows how to tease...And it looks like it's
having the desired effect," the English teacher said as he took hold of the
coach's hard, standing-out-straight cock and gave it a squeeze.
	"Yeah. And I'm not the only one," Coach Henderson said as he
returned the jock-to-jock grope.
	Chuckling the two men came up to Steve who was leaning
provocatively with his back against the lockers beside Mr. Thomas'
classroom door. They pushed up against him, running their hands over his
body, groping his cock and balls in their big hands.
	"Nice little chicken we've got here," the teacher said as he ran
his hands over the boy's chest, playing with its nubs that were quickly
hardening into little peaks.
	"Yeah," the coach said as he mauled the boy's cock and balls before
running his big hand between his legs, probing up into the crack of his
ass. "I hear a couple of the senior basketball players had him up against
the lockers yesterday morning. They after some if this?" he asked as he ran
his long thick fingers up to find Steve's asshole.
	"Somebody needs to talk to those jocks about bullying younger boys
inside the school. Did you hear who they were?"
	"Yeah, I heard it was Daniel Thorpe and Julio Esteban two of Coach
Richards' top players."
	"I'm new here, don't know Richards. Think you could drop him a word
that his boys need to be more discrete in school."
	"Yeah, I can do that. Rich wouldn't want two of his stars getting
into trouble with the authorities.
	Suddenly, Mr. Jones grabbed Steve at the waist and turned him
around his face pressed against the metal locker set in the wall. "Feel
that sweet tender ass," he continued as he cupped the boy's firm little
melons in his hands. "Think we ought to have our way with him right here in
the hallway?" he asked as he pulled them apart and ran one hand down the
smooth, hairless crack. "Is this what those two basketball jocks were
after, slut?" he asked as he poked at Steve's back door.
	"Yeah! That is a sweet ass, but I'm not so sure we ought to carry
this any further out here. Somebody else could come in and see what's going
on.
	"Yeah, I guess we need to get in the office before we really do
fuck the little slut right here in the hallway," Mr. Thomas said as he
stepped over and, retrieving his keys from the pocket of his shorts, opened
the door into his classroom.
	The three quickly entered, and the teacher locked the door behind
them as they headed for the office at the rear of the classroom.
	"I haven't told you what I saw yesterday after PE. This slutty
whore going down on Roy Atkins in the showers."
	"Roy Atkins? The principal's son?"
	"That's him. And after he fed the little slut his load in the
showers, they went out and Atkins gave him a hard fuck in the locker
room. I watched it all."
	"No shit! That right, Steve? You gave mouth and ass to Roy? You
been doing him all week? Is that the reason you wanted him to transfer to
my class?"
	"Oh, no, Mr. Thomas. That was the first time. He forced me."
	"Didn't look like he was forcing you to me. You dropped to your
knees and took that big cock of his in your mouth like you hadn't eaten in
days, just like now," Coach Henderson said with a laugh as he pushed Steve
down and placed the head of his dripping cock at the boy's mouth. "Suck it,
slut! Taste that cock-snot," he said as he wiped the slimy head around
Steve's pouty lips. "Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like a big man
running his slimy cock across your lips! You like the taste of my
precum. Open those pretty lips. Suck my knob. Oh, yeah suck it. Just the
head! Lick it! Make love to my baby-maker, you little whore. How many cocks
have been inside that sweet mouth?" the young coach moaned as Steve sucked
and licked around on the big head.
	As Steve looked up at the man whose cock he was making love to, he
thought `His wife must be crazy, to refuse sex to a hot stud like Coach
Henderson. I'd let him fuck me every day if he was my husband.' The young
coach was tall, over six feet, with a hard, muscular body. His chest and
belly were dusted with a light coat of brown hair that thickened around his
very sizeable cock into a slightly darker thicket. His good-looking face
was topped by a matching brown crewcut that gave him a preppie look and
made him look younger than his twenty-seven years.
	"Take more!" the young stud demanded as he slowly pushed more of
his big cock into the sucking boy's mouth. "That's it, take it down, take
more. Good! Fuck, Tom, this slut knows what to do with a man's cock!"
	"I told you, the little whore is well trained. Wait'll you get in
her ass. You'll forget about sex with your wife. Her cunt's as tight as a
new bride's and she knows how to use it. My buddy Matt says she's been
whoring herself out all summer ever since the guy who trained her graduated
and joined the Marines. You may know him. His name is Tony Alvoretti. He
was one of the school's bad boys."
	"Yeah. I knew Alvoretti, knew of him at least. He didn't play
sports, but was the leader of a crowd of jocks. He was older, been held
back."
	"According to my buddy, he turned Steve over to his jock buddies
when he left. Told them to take care of the little slut until they went off
to college. Matt's little brother Jimbo was one of them."
	"Jimbo? Jimbo Sims? He was captain of the football team."
	"That's him. He and his buddies fucked Steve all summer and turned
him out to some of the jocks who would be around this year. That's probably
how those two basketball players got to know about him."
	During this conversation, Coach Henderson had worked his cock all
the way into Steve's throat and was fucking in and out with long, slow
strokes. "Damn! This is good stuff! You been tapping this pussy all week?
Fuck! I wish you'd've shared before now. My wife hasn't given me any in a
couple of weeks. I been needin' this!"
	"I know, pal. I heard, but I'm new here. I had to be careful. Get
to know you before I brought you in. You about to bust?"
	"Yeah! Just a...couple...of...pumps. Oh, fuck! Oh Fuck! This is
good pussy. I haven't had a blowjob like this since I was in college. Oh
yeah! Oh yeah! Here it comes, slut! Swallow my load you cute little
cum-hound! Yes! Yes! Yes!" the horny young husband moaned as he pumped his
pent-up load down Steve's throat and into his mouth. Temporarily spent, he
relaxed, bent over the kneeling boy who continued to suck on the delicious
cock as it slowly softened in his mouth. The young man finally stood up,
pulled out and said to his companion, "Fuck, that was good. You don't know
how much I needed that."
	"I think I do. My pregnant wife hasn't been giving me any either. I
have had Steve a few times this week. My Buddy Matt told me about him when
he found out I was coming here. I got him to suck me after my first
class. It was easy. The little slut was hot for cock. All I had to do was
to offer and he was on it, took my load before he went to his second
period. I had to wait `til Wednesday afternoon before I could tap his fine
ass, and I promise you it was worth waiting for. Let's sit while Steve
takes care of me, and you can get inside him whenever you're ready. Get
over here, slut, get down and suck. Now!"
	The two studs sat down on the sofa and Steve crawled over and knelt
between Mr. Jones' spread legs. He bent down and took his teacher's cock,
that had stayed hard the entire time he was watching the coach get
serviced, into his mouth. In one gulp, he took it all the way down his
already opened and lubricated throat. Resting his face in the man's hairy
crotch and belly he began working his throat muscles and tongue on the
thick invader.
	"Good! That's a good boy! Suck your teacher's cock, you little
whore." Mr. Jones' cock was shaped like a torpedo. The head was not as big
as the coach's but the shaft was much thicker. It was bigger at the middle
then tapered down into the thick bush that surrounded the base. As the boy
pulled up and rested a moment with only the head inside his mouth, the man
pushed down. "Take it all the way down again. Yeah. Swallow the big
cock. Show me what you're good at, slut!"
	As he was enjoying Steve's expert cocksucking, he looked over at
the coach. His plump cock was still soft, resting on top of his big hairy
balls. He was totally relaxed, watching the boy going up and down on the
other man's hard shaft. He was jolted out of his relaxed mood when he felt
a big hand feeling him up. He looked down and saw it rubbing across his
hairy chest. "What the fuck!"
	"You've got a nice chest, coach. You ever had your nipples played
with?" he heard close to his face.
	"Uhh, fuck no! What the fuck you doin', Tom?"
	"You ever have your jack-off buddy feel up your pecs, make your
nipples hard."
	"Fuck off, Tom! Fuck no! We ain't jack-off buddies," he blurted out
as the English teacher took one of his nips between his thumb and
forefinger and gave it a little squeeze.
	Steve heard the voices and glanced up. He saw the hairy stud he was
blowing leaning slightly toward the man beside him with his big hand in the
lightly-haired chest of his neighbor. `None of my business,' thought the
boy as he doubled down on the big cock he was sucking.
	"You're no stranger to getting your cock sucked. Didn't you ever
have a straight buddy getting sucked alongside you? A fraternity brother or
a gym buddy or a teammate?"
	"Yeah. Sure. We used to share cocksuckers sometimes."
	"Didn't you ever feel each other up while you were getting sucked?"
	"Uhhh...well...yeah...sometimes."
	"Feels great, doesn't it? Watching a buddy get his cock sucked by a
little fag, while he gives your nips a little play or," as the fingers
released the nipple and moved down the washboard abs to rest on the lump of
manflesh that was still soft from surprise, "felt up your buddy's big soft
cock and hairy balls," the teacher said as he began to maul the stunned
coach's junk. "Straight guys do it all the time. I bet you've even returned
the favor to your buddy while he's getting his big cock sucked," Tom said
as he reached over to the coach's other side, took hold of his wrist and
moved his unresisting hand up onto his hairier chest.
	"Fuck! What are you doing, man!" the young coach yelled as he tried
to pull his hand away.
	The tough English teacher maintained his grasp on the other man's
wrist, holding it in place against his hairy chest. "Don't fight it, guy. I
can tell you've done this before. All straight guys like to explore their
buddy's body while the two of them are having great sex using a hot
cocksucker's mouth." Slowly the coach's arm relaxed, and his hand began to
move in the teacher's thick chest hair. "That's right. Feels good,
buddy. Grab my tits just like you would a woman's. Find my
nips. Yeah. That's it! Squeeze those suckers! Squeeze harder! You're doing
good," Tom said as he stroked Hank's hardened cock.

	Tom Jones was like Matt Sims, a dominant bi-sexual male. Just like
Matt with his Marines, he could tell when a straight guy could be led off
the straight and narrow path and tempted into a little man-on-man sex
play. Generally, he wasn't looking to turn a straight guy gay. He just
enjoyed a little mutual play. It depended on the other guy just how far it
went. Sometimes it stopped at mutual fondling while they were being
serviced, like now. Sometimes he found a guy who wanted to explore the
feeling of getting a cock in his ass or tasting a cock and cum in his
mouth. Tom wasn't averse to sucking a little cock, but he never took a cock
in is ass, even when he was messing around with a dominant top like his
buddy Matt. Matt had reached back there a couple of times when they were in
college, but he had always been aggressively batted away.

	Steve continued sucking on his teacher's big cock. He eased up on
the intensity. He didn't want Mr. Jones to come right away. He wanted the
action above him to play out, to see how far it would go. Tom slowly,
deliberately continued to stroke Hank's hard cock, not wanting him to come,
just enjoy the feeling. Hank pulled and pinched on Tom's hard nipples, the
thick, coarse hairs scratching on the palm of his hand. Tom reached up and
placed his other hand on the back of Hank's head and pulled it closer to
his chest. "I bet you'd like to suck on those nipples, bite them with you
teeth like you do a woman's, run your tongue through the hair. You ever do
that with your buddies?"
	"Nooo," Hank moaned.
	"Try it!" Tom said forcefully as he pulled Hank's face against his
hard chest. He felt Hank's mouth open and the tip of his tongue come out to
explore the thick hair. He maneuvered Hank's head until he felt the soft
lips and wet tongue on his nipple. "That's it! Close your lips, stick out
your tongue! Feel that hard tit. Suck it! Bite it! Yeah! That's what you
need to do.  Suck that nipple! Go to the other one! Good! Good boy! Making
me feel good!"
	Looking down at Steve, he commanded, "Suck! Cocksucker! I'm ready
to shoot. Get on that cock and make me come!" At the same time, he pulled
Hank's head away from his chest and ordered him, "Get on that ass. Your
cock's hard as steel and dripping with precum. Get in there and fuck our
little slut. He needs your straight jock cock in his hole. He needs a man
like you fucking him till he shoots his load all over the floor."
	With alacrity Hank was off the sofa and on his knees behind the
sucking boy. With one fell stroke, he was buried deep in Steve's
guts. "Fuck! Shit! Fuck! This hole is tight! Tighter than my wife's on our
wedding night!" he groaned loudly as he took up frantically fucking in and
out of the submissive boy, long strokes, all the way out and back in again,
short strokes fucking deep in the boy's ass, grinding around in circles,
finding the little nooks and crannies that didn't usually get slammed. `The
mouth was good,' he thought `but this ass is the best pussy I've ever had.'
	"Fuck him, Hank! Fuck the little slut! Make him know a man is
fucking his ass! A straight jock like you, you know how to give a hard
fuck! Give it to him, buddy! I'm about to come! Let's cum together. Two
straight studs fucking a pussy-boy's holes."
	"Yeah! I'm about to shoot! You?"
	"I'm almost there! Yeah! Here it comes!"
	"You coming, buddy? You filling the little queer's hole?"
	"Yeah! Yeah! I'm doin' it!'
	"Me too, buddy! Me too! Drink down that stud sperm, cocksucker!"
	As he felt and tasted the hot loads of cum shooting in, filling him
at both ends, Steve lost it. He started to come, shooting his teen spunk
all over the floor under him. He shuddered violently as he was filled with
the two studs' ball-juice and emptied his own balls at the same time.
	The three were pretty much temporarily wiped out after the intense
session. Coach Henderson relaxed onto the floor on his back behind Steve,
his chest heaving as he came down from his high. Steve was still on his
knees between Mr. Jones' hair-covered legs sucking on his softening cock
and licking on his hairy ballsac. The teacher was slumped back on the sofa
enjoying the boy's attentions. After a few minutes he straightened up and
pushed Steve off his genitals. "Clean Hank off, slut. You know what you're
supposed to do. Get the cum and your ass-juices cleaned of the man who just
fucked you and thank him for taking care of your ass."
	"Yes. Thank you, Mr. Jones for feeding me your sperm," he said as
he crawled around to lean over the still-gasping coach and took his flaccid
prick in his mouth and began licking and slurping on it. When he was
satisfied that he had cleaned off all the evidence of his fucker's cum and
his own ass, he rose up and said, "Thank you, Coach Henderson, for fucking
my ass so good. I really needed a man's cock in my ass this morning."
	"Well, don't think that's the only one you're going to get,
slut-boy. As soon as I catch my breath, I'm fucking that tight little
ass-pussy of yours. I'm looking forward to sinking my pole into Coach's
load. I always enjoy sloppy-seconds using a stud buddy's load as lube. And
I'm sure Coach Henderson is going to want some more of at least one of your
holes," Mr. Jones said as he rose from the sofa and pulled the coach up
from the floor.
	"I'm ready Mr. Jones. You and Coach Henderson can use me any way
you want, any hole, or both like you just did."
	"What about both of us in the same hole?"
	"Yeah. I can take it."
	"You've been double-fucked?"
	"Yeah. Lots of times."
	"Holy shit! You've taken two cocks in your ass?" the young coach
blurted out.
	"Oh yeah. The first time was Matt Sims and his brother Jimbo. Then
one of Jimbo's friends and two of his cousins...Not both cousins together!
Luis stayed in after the first one came, and then the other one fucked me
with Luis."
	"Luis? A friend of Jimbo's? You talking about Luis Mendoza?"
	"Yeah," Steve replied, sorry for letting Luis' name slip out.
	"Shit, Tom, Luis Mendoza was one of the stars on last year's
football team. I've seen him in the locker room. He has a huge cock," the
Hank said to Tom. "How big were his cousins?"
	"One of them is only fourteen, but he has a pretty big cock. The
other one's is as big as Luis'"
	"Shit, if he can take two as big as Mendoza's, he can take both of
us without any trouble."
	"Well, let's get `em up and give him a try." The two men were
standing side by side during this conversation. "Get over here and get us
hard, cocksucker! We'll see if your mouth can take two at the same time!"
	Steve quickly scrambled over to kneel in front of the two studs. He
took his teacher's already hardening cock all the way down to the
cock-hairs. After a few seconds of enjoying the massaging throat muscles,
Mr. Jones pulled his now fully-hard cock half-way out and said, "Okay,
cunt-mouth, open up wide and take Coach's in," as he pulled Coach Henderson
in close, and the horny young man pressed his hardened cock into Steve's
mouth alongside the teacher's. The two men used the boy's mouth as a tight
fuckhole, alternating pushing in and pulling out as Steve gurgled and
gagged on the two monster cocks.
	After they had fully enjoyed cramming their hardons in and out of
Steve's mouth, taking turns in the tight confines of his throat, the two
men finally pulled out. Both their cocks were hard as wooden stakes and
dripping with saliva and precum. Mr. Thomas sat on edge of the sofa,
scrunched down as flat as possible. "Okay, slut-boy, climb aboard and fuck
yourself with this cock," he ordered as held the slimy shaft upright. Steve
stepped over and straddled his teacher. The way Mr. Thomas was half-lying
on the sofa, the boy was able to position himself with his feet on the
floor as he slowly sank down on the thick hard cock. He raised himself up
and down a few time, getting the invader well-settled in his welcoming
pussy.
	Coach Henderson stood beside the two, stroking his slick hardon as
he watched Steve fuck himself on the other man's cock. "Not having any
trouble taking your big fucker. You really think he can take both of ours?"
he asked.
	"Fuck yeah. There's plenty of room. Show Coach your pussy, cunt!"
Steve obediently raised himself up and bent forward so the young coach
could see his ass stuffed with the English teacher's big cock. "See! Okay,
just move in between my legs and push it in. It'll resist at first, but
when the whore feels another man's cock wanting in, her pussy will relax
and welcome you."
	Coach moved up into the "v" of the other man's legs and held his
hard cock down to press the slimy knob at the entrance to Steve's ass,
pressing down against the cock that was already embedded all the way
inside. As he pressed with all the force and weight of his muscular body,
he felt a solid resistance at first, but then a slight give as his cock
fought for room against the one already in possession.
	In an automatic reflex, Steve, made a move to rise up. The coach
pushed him down hard against the teacher's hard, hairy chest. Mr. Jones
reached around and pulled Steve's body more tightly against his own. "Stay
down, whore! You're about to get a good fucking!
	The coach gave a harder push and felt the tip of his cock force the
other one to make room and at the same time, the protecting sphincter
muscle relaxed just the tiniest bit. He took another deep breath and pushed
again `til he felt the slick head of his cock breach the ass's defenses and
pop inside. He could feel satiny caress of the boy's yielding rectum on the
hot knob. He pulled back slightly and felt the tightness around the top of
his shaft, the big corona holding the glans in. Another breath, another
push and he slid halfway into the tight hole.
	"Oh god yes! Oh fuck! So tight!" the coach moaned as he pressed
another few inches inside.
	"Yeah, Coach. You're inside me! Gimme the rest of your big cock!
Let me feel your cock-hairs scratching against me! Yes! Yes! That's it!
You're both in! So full! So good! Now fuck me! Fuck me you two big studs!
Use me ass! Fuck that pussy!" Steve yelled as the two men settled in his
ass and then began to work out their rhythm. In and out! First one, then
the other, the two studs fucked their big cocks in the boy's stretched
hole.
	"Shit! Fuck! This is so hot! Fuckin' two big fat cocks in your ass!
This what you like, fuck-boy? You like two hot studs using your hole? Need
another one? Need another cock for your mouth? Want me to get one of my
jocks to fill your empty hole next time?" the coach demanded.
	Steve, crushed between the two hard, hairy bodies, his ass
stretched by the double penetration of the two bull cocks, could only moan
as he reveled in the punishment he was receiving from the two tough
men. "Uhhhh! Ohhhh! Goddd! Yeeees! I need another cock for my mouth!
Fuuuuck yeaaah!"
	"What about Roy Atkins? What about him? You want the principal's
son to join in with us?" the teacher asked. "Coach says he worked you over
good in the locker room. You want him? Is he tough enough for you? Maybe
next week we could get him to join us. Coach says you liked it. Matt says
you like a rough fuck. Is your classmate rough enough for you?"
	"Ohhhh, yeeees! Yeees, get Roy to fuck me with you two guys! Yeees!
	"Think we could trust the Atkins kid? It could be risky," Mr. Jones
asked.
	"I think maybe. He figured I might be doing something with the
little slut. He knows I let him get away with what he did in the showers
and locker room. Maybe I could suggest the two of us use him together. If
that works, I could bring you into the picture."
	"Sounds like a plan. But right now all I want to do is get my nut
in this tight pussy. How about you? You getting close?"
	"Fuck yeah. I been holding off, but I'm ready anytime you are."
	"Let's go! Fill the little whore with our baby-makers. No chance of
getting her pregnant!"
	Unnoticed by anybody, Steve had already shot one load onto his
teacher's hard, hairy belly. As the two men ejaculated their wads of thick
stud-cream inside his stretched-out guts, he shot another gooey blast in
between their bodies.
	After the two men had calmed down enough for the three to untangle
themselves, Mr. Jones handed around small towels to wipe off with. While
they were getting back into their clothes, Coach Henderson suggested they
go down to the fitness room and relax in the Jacuzzi.
	"Sounds like a great idea," Mr. Thomas said.
	The three made their way over to the gym, stripped naked and
climbed in. Steve, of course, was soon sucking on the men's cocks and, when
they were both hard again, climbing on and fucking himself one after the
other.
	Unknown to the three unsuspecting males, there was someone else
there. Roy Atkins had gotten his father's permission to go up to the school
and workout in the fitness room. He had just finished and was going into
the locker room when the two men and boy came in. He watched through a
crack in the door as they relaxed and Steve serviced the teacher and coach
with his talented and ever-hungry ass.
	`Interesting,' the boy thought as he quietly dressed and let
himself out.