Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 01:09:02 +0000 (UTC) From: jS jS Subject: Lucky Bastard 4 Here's chapter 4 for submission. Thanks As always, none of these events ever happened nor should happened except in the my mind and the fantasies of readers. Please email with feedback and suggestions, especially if you share Mr. Tucker's profession. Please donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service going. ****************** I walked to the other end of the school anxious to finish up the day, only two more until school was over. It had been an interesting first year. A sex pot freshman who enjoyed teasing me and making me feel as pervy and wrong as he could, and two sexy black sophomores filling my ass with cum on a regular basis. Most people would think all this would keep my teacher cock satisfied, well as you well know, they would be wrong. When you work around hot teen boys all day, nothing satisfies completely that urge you need to run your tongue from their toes, up their ass, over their cock and up to their mouth. I walked into the athletics wing and down to the weight room. I opened the door and was hit with the smell of stale sweat and musk. My eyes almost rolled back in my head. "Coach Brady?"I called out. "Back here bud." I heard a voice from the back and I walked back to a young man at a desk. I extended my hand and he shook it, half standing before returning to his paperwork. "Sorry bud, trying to wrap up grades and shit so I can get out of here." He said tapping away at his computer. "Understand bud, just finished mine." I commented, admiring the fact that coaches got to run around the school in athletic shorts and tight school t-shirts. Must be nice. "So Kevin said you wanted to talk to me?" Kevin was in my last period of the day, cute little Hispanic boy with a perky butt. He also had a nice bulge he played with often during class. In fact before coming down I was on my knees at his desk sniffing his chair while stroking my cock and imagining him sitting on my face after a game. "Yeah man, I'm trying to find someone to cover weight room duty for the next two weeks. I usually do it, but my wife's parents gave us a trip for our wedding and we wanted to go now before football meetings start back in July." He explained. "Two weeks? Kinda takes the fun out of my summer." I resisted despite the obvious boy lover advantages: watching young boys work out, the smell of sweat, and complete and private access to the locker room to sniff their used gym clothes. "It's just two days a week from 8 to 1, and the booster clubs pay pretty well, $50 an hour, to keep it open for the kids" He explained, "a dozen or so boys will be here trying to bulk up for next fall." "Well I guess the money would be good. Sure start next week?" I responded "Yeah, here's the key you need. Just be here right before 8 and let the boys in. They'll work out and leave. You shouldn't have to do much, they know if they act like jackasses I'll fuck their shit up. Just make sure their towels and gym clothes aren't laying all over the place" He explained and my cock throbbed imagining the place strewn with the clothes of sweaty boys......and those sweaty boys running around naked snapping each other with towels. My boy loving mind has a way of running away quickly. I left and texted Sam to meet me up in my classroom. Thanks to end of the year work, it had been a whole week since Marcus, Tay, or Sam had given me some much-needed relief. I told the custodian my room didn't need cleaning, locked the door and turned off the lights, so I could sit on my chair with Sam bouncing on my teacher cock. My jeans were pushed down just enough to let me perv cock free. Sam had lost his shorts and rode my cock in his t-shirt and socks. He bounced slowly, his freshman boy cock hard and bouncing. I had never fucked him in my classroom, the little fuck is just too loud. This time he bounced energetically and only light muffled moans could be heard because he had a sweaty shirt stuffed in his mouth. I had grabbed it from the floor as I left. It was soaked from some young boys body, and now it kept the young boy I was fucking from alerting the custodian staff and the rest of the school to the teacher cock probing his young butt. I explained to Sam my new summer job in the weight room. His cock throbbed and bounced harder, especially as I started weaving intricate perverted fantasies for him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I had him imagining me licking the beads of sweat from the biceps of his jock classmates, something Sam also fantasized about doing. I picked up him, pinned him to my desk, and laid on his back my hips powerfully thrusting up into his tiny hole. He screamed out in pleasure, thankfully the sounds absorbed by the shirt in his mouth. "You like that you little slut? You like feeling your teacher's cock raping that sweet little boy hole? How's that sweaty shirt taste. I bet it's Cole's, that little freshman jock stud always walking around without a shirt." I moaned into Sam's ear. He groaned and his ass tightened on my cock thinking about the classmate that filled his wet dreams. Cole was one of my favorite fantasies too-tall, athletic white boy, dirty blonde hair, looked mostly hairless, and while he was a completely mediocre basketball player, he was excellent at making my teacher cock hard (and apparently Sam's too). I was so horned up I bred Sam's ass twice, only taking a brief breather with my cock still inside him before I pounded his hole again. Both of us were heaving trying to catch our breath, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I leaned down and licked up the length of his back, tasting the young boy sweat that makes me happy. I licked up to his ear and lightly nibbled causing him to groan. I pulled the gym shirt from his mouth. "That feel good buddy?" I asked into his cute little ear. "Mhmm" he moaned, "I have an idea though..." I listened to his idea and my cock throbbed in his cum filled 14yo ass. That's how I found myself sitting at the desk in the weight room watching nine shirtless sexy boys lift weights with Dylan underneath nursing on my pervy teacher cock. It was so dangerous, so sexy. I could hear the grunts of young boys, the clank of weights, the soft slurping of a 14yo boy sucking my cock. The smell was overwhelming the first time I was in there, but now it was even more intense with boys actively working out. They were mostly shirtless and totally smooth. Mostly 8th graders preparing for high school football and freshman trying to bulk up to make the JV team. The older boys generally had gym memberships. I was honed in on an 8th grader. White, brown hair, lean with little muscle tone. His cheeks were flush from the work out, his hair matted to his forehead from sweat. I came into Sam's mouth watching the sweet little fuck lay on his stomach and do leg curls. The machine ensured that his butt was pushed up and those silky white shorts hugged the little 13 or 14yo butt. Sam had snuck out from behind the desk and worked his way behind me trying his best to look like a student with a question, not a kid who just sucked the teacher's cock. "Mmmm he's sexy Mr. Tucker. Now I know why you came so hard. Do you wanna molest him like you do me?" Sam whispered into my ear. My cock was still hanging out under the desk and it jumped at the thought. I stuffed my cock back into my shorts as Sam walked off to work out. The boy could never have done football, other than enjoy being at the bottom of dog piles, but he was apparently an adept track runner and hurdler. Well he was good at spreading his legs wide. I turned back to my crossword, trying to ignore the grunts and wafts of sexy boy sweat when they walked by, but it was impossible. As far as my brain was concerned, a 5 letter word for `pretend' was `fuck young boy ass with your teacher cock'. The next two weeks were going to be a tortuous heaven. I managed to only rub my crotch every 5-10 seconds. I sat and watched a little white boy bench pressing a moderate amount of weight while a sexy little black boy spotted him. Those young black balls were inches from the little white boys face, and given my experience with sweaty teen black balls lately, I just knew the boy could smell them, maybe even getting hard over them. His little crotch did seem to be bigger. I just imagined that black boy letting his cock slither out the bottom of his shorts, squatting down a bit more than was necessary, and letting that young nigga cock trace the lips of his friend. The clear sweet precum from his underage cock glistening and dangling there before being smeared on the pink lips of the boy below. Fuck, my mind was in perv teacher overdrive. I survived but had to stay seated as the boys changed and left. I was "working on my crossword" otherwise known as hiding a fat adult boner. Turning slightly I could see the bin full of sweaty towels and gym shorts waiting on the custodian to clean, or me to bury my nose in. The last boy left and the weight room was quiet until I let out an exasperated "FUCK!" I felt Sam's hands grip my shoulders, squeezing and releasing part of the stress these sexy little boys had caused. I moaned and closed my eyes. The boy knew how to give a first rate massage. We'd often sit in my bath, him behind me giving me a long shoulder and back massage after a hard day of educating the youth of America. "Damn Sam, that feels so good...you have no idea what those sexy little bodies were doing to me and my cock." I cooed as Sam continued his deft treatment. "Does my favorite teacher get hard for little boys? Does his big fat adult cock drip wanting to molest me and my friends?" He whispered into my ear, his tongue tracing the edge. "Fuck yes you know I do." I loved those moments of complete honesty with Sam, when I was who I was...a boy loving teacher. "Did that little 8th grader butt get you all excited, he was so pretty wasn't he?" Sam continued my torture, pulling me back to the very innocent looking brunette doing leg curls in front of me and revealing the curves of his junior high butt. "Yes, I do so bad." "His name is Jay, he just turned 13. Pull your cock out, let me see my favorite teacher's cock." I did as he asked, pulling the waist band of my shorts below my balls, exposing my fat teacher cock to the stale sweat filled air of the weight room. "Mmmm, that's a juicy cock Mr. Tucker, and so hard. Do you ever get enough little boy ass?" he asked "No, never." Again, honesty prevailed. "Good,cuz Jay's my little brother, well half-brother." Sam whispered into my ear, and with the word `brother' I felt a soft cold hand on my cock, slender fingers wrapping around my thickness and squeezing. I looked down to the little brown haired angel I had shot my load to earlier. His cheeks still flush and brown hair wet from his workout, he was now shirtless revealing tiny pink nipples and a slender physique that showed no hint of muscles and very few hints of puberty; not a hair in sight so far, not even under his arms. As much as I love high school boys, the hairless middle school boys were even tastier. Sam leaned in and licked and sucked on my neck as his little brother used his tiny pink tongue to lick up the length of my cock. He then moved down to my balls, eagerly but lightly licking them before burying his tongue and tiny nose into the space between my balls and thigh. I sat there limp, unable to move for fear that it was all a dream, that I wasn't really sitting in the middle of the weight room with a 13yo licking my balls while his 14yo older brother rubbed and kissed my neck. I felt Jay's small hands rub up and down my thighs as his bro's hands roamed over my chest, squeezing my pecs through my t-shirt. Sam quickly stripped me of my shirt and Jay eased my gym shorts down to my ankles so that I was now 99% naked and ready to be worshiped by these sweet little boys. Sam asked me to move back away from the desk so I pushed the chair back, and then he joined his brother between my outstretched legs. They were both shirtless and soon shortless, revealing two beautiful young boys in just jock straps. Jay still held on to my cock as Sam began rubbing my balls. "I love my little brother and told him all about you, he wanted some of this juicy teacher cock too" Sam explained before leaning in and kissing his little brother deeply. I looked down at these 13 and 14yo boys making out as they both had their hands all over my cock. They eased back allowing their tongues to play together, big grins on their face. They knew what effect this was having on me and were putting on a show. "We make out like this every night after bedtime, but we never have a fat adult cock like this to play with do we Jay?" Sam queried his brother. "No never, it's so big and fat. We usually just have to suck each others little cocks and eat each other's butts. Is that wrong Mr. Tucker? Is it wrong that I like licking the hole of my big bro?" Jay looked at me as he asked, clearly just as good at teasing me as his brother. He flattened his tongue and licked up the length of my cock as if to put an exclamation mark on how wrong and pervy this all was. The two boys giggled knowing what they were doing to me. Sam and Jay leaned in and began sucking my cock, one or the other taking turns sucking and licking. They would often kiss with my cock between them, feeling their small mouths and tongues on either side of my throbbing cock head. My hands moved to their heads, running my fingers through their damp hair. Bringing my hands up to my face I inhaled the sweet smell of boy sweat, even more eager now to run my teacher tongue over their young bodies. I stood up, Jay refusing to leave my cock, his mouth still attached. I gently detached the little sucker (literally) and led my two little brothers over to a weight bench and had them bend over, their elbows resting on the plastic surface still damp from the sophomore black boy who had used it earlier. I stared at those perky butts, framed nicely by the white jock straps. Each of my hands roamed over one of the boy's butts, feeling the soft smooth warmth. I leaned into Jay's butt first and ran my tongue the length of his crack. His workout earlier and his shower before ensured that it was the most perfect smelling boy butt in history. I used both hands to spread those creamy cheeks revealing that hairless hole, and then ran my tongue from his taint to the top of his butt, the sweat collecting on my tongue. Jay's groan echoed on the cinderblock walls of the weight room, and I buried my face in his 13yo ass. "Fuck Mr. Tucker, eat out my lil bro's ass. He loves his ass played with. I even do it in the backseat on the way to school. Get's the little fucker real horny before school." Sam added. I moved to Sam's ass, a year older, but no less innocent and clean tasting. Soon I had fingers up both boy's butts, them pushing back wanting more. "Molest us Mr. Tucker, molest us good." Jay whined as he fucked his butt backwards onto the now two fingers invading his 13yo hole. Sam had obviously taught Jay how to encourage an adult sex partner. I stood them up and turned them around until both of their cocks were in my face as I kneeled in front of them. My fingers returned to their tiny holes and pulled them closer into me, their cocks and balls pressed against my face. They were so hard, their balls so tightly bound. I sucked their teen cocks like a mad man, wanting as much of their cocks as I could manage. I licked their smooth balls and enjoyed the sweet taste of boy cock. My own cock was bouncing and dripping, needing to be inside Sam's little brother. "Have you been fucked before, sexy boy?" I asked looking up at Jay while licking his cock. "No, but I want it bad, just like Sam gets." Fuck he sounded so needy. "I've been working on his hole, getting him ready for you. We even stole my mom's vibrator to use on him, he can take more than half of it." Sam explained proudly Jay laid down on the bench he had earlier been doing leg curls on, his legs in the air. Sam straddled his bother's face and pulled those slender smooth legs back even further, giving my teacher cock full access to his cherry hole. Sam squatted down further, and I saw Jay's tongue begin to bathe his older brother's balls and ass. I collected as much spit as possible, coating my cock and letting it flow from my tongue down to his hole before rubbing the head of my cock on that tiny hole. My cock tingled at the thought of busting this 8th grader's cherry while his older brother helped. "Fuck him Mr Tucker, fuck him good like you do me." Sam encouraged. I pressed in, the hole offering immediate resistance. I could tell Jay was tensing up, and his brother tried to get him to relax. It took a few moments and some more spit from both Sam and I to have the head of my dick finally pop in. Jay groaned from the pain into Sam's ass. I knew my adult cock was fat, and probably a bit more challenging that his mom's vibrator. I could instantly tell he was both a virgin and very young. The hole was just too tight and too hot. I kept steadily pressing in, watching centimeter after centimeter disappear up the butt of this cute little boy. Sam leaned down and began licking the rest of my cock, adding his own spit for lube as my cock slide deeper. Jay never stopped groaning, moaning, and crying out into Sam's ass, but he never said stop. What a little trooper he was. I couldn't get balls deep in his little 8th grade ass, but I got close. It didn't make the fuck of the little boy any less enjoyable though. I delicately fucked into him at first, wanting him to get used to it before I really got into it. A few minutes of this and I saw his 13yo cock go stiff so I knew I was hitting all the right spots and had given him the intense pleasure that Sam had told him fucking was. Sam released his bro's legs, letting the lay against my chest. His feet in my face, I took the opportunity to remove his sweaty socks, inhaling them deeply, and throwing them aside before I began sucking on those cute little toes. Little boy feet were one of many parts of a little boy that got me hard. I loved when my boys in class would wear flip-flops, watching their toes wiggle and play with the straps of the sandal. Sam laid next to his brother, the two making out while Sam's hands played with those tiny nipples. "Does it feel good little bro?" Sam asked. "Ye-es. It hurt a lot at first like you said, but feels so good now." Fuck again the boy just sounded so innocent and needy. If you've never heard a boy whine while being fucked, there's just something intensely primal and wonderfully wrong about it. "How's his hole feel Mr. Tucker?" Sam looked up at me and asked. "So good buddy, thank you so much for sharing him with me." I responded, fucking into the soon-to-be freshman. Sam got up and walked away, but I was too focused on my cock buried in 13yo ass to notice where. I soon found out as Sam slid up behind me, his soft sweaty skin sliding against my own. He placed something over my face. "Smell it" he commanded. I inhaled deeply, the smell of musky sweat was like a drug, clouding my head and filling my cock. "It's Jay's sweaty jock," he said. I sniffed and chewed on the 13yo's jock, wanting every drop of this kids scent. A rush of fresh air flowed up my nose as Sam moved the jock. I pushed into Jay's hole, grinding my hips as I went. I was dangerously close to being balls deep, and I so wanted to feel fully inside him, to let him know what being filled with adult cock was all about. Another article of clothing covered my face. "It's Jalen's" Sam whispered. Jalen was the sexy little black boy I watched spot for that white boy earlier, imagining the two in nasty boy sex. From my considerable time spent in Tay and Marcus's crotches I could instantly tell the smell was sexy black boy sweat. Sam smeared the sweaty shirt all over my face, and even as he took it away the smell of black boy sweat permeated my nose. The drug that is boy sweat overwhelmed me and I fucked harder, only later realizing I had pushed in balls deep. Jay was thrashing back and forth, his small cock bouncing all over the place as I battered his tiny hole. I shoved in deep and unloaded my teacher load up his 8th grade ass. Both of our moans and my growling filled the weight room as my load flooded the innocence butt of the boy impaled on my cock. I remained still for a while, heaving with eyes closed still feeling my cock twitch and Jay's ass squeezing my cock. Soon I fell away, my white teacher dick slowly sliding from his hole before I fell next to him, still trying to catch my breath. I glanced down and say Sam greedily feasting on his lil brothers cum fill holed. He looked up briefly and I chuckled at the smiling 14yo face looking back at me, covered in sweat, cum, and his lil bro's ass juices. He smiled broadly and dove back into that 13yo hole. Next to me Jay was moaning and still catching his breath. I could tell having his cherry popped was as amazing as he imagined, but more painful than he expected. I turned my head and pulled his face to mine, kissing him lightly on his slender pink lips. His lips were still at first, but finally he found the energy to respond and he kissed back, his tongue slipping slightly between my lips. "How was it buddy?" I said kissing my 13yo conquest. "Gooood" he cooed. Sam was stroking Jay's small cock while eating his hole. I turned towards the boy and flicked his small nipple with my tongue. Between the two of us we quickly brought Jay to orgasm, a few drops of cum drooling from his underage cock. My finger quickly caught the teen load and brought it to my mouth. Jay and I returned the favor to Sam, bringing him to orgasm in my mouth. That sweet load I shared with his little brother in a deep cummy kiss. We finished in the shower, two sexy teen boys using soap to wash my body. Four little boy hands washing my entire body caused my teacher cock to come back to life, and those same four hands and two little mouths brought me to orgasm. I came onto both of their tongues and faces as Sam stroked my cock with both his hands and Jay played with my balls and ass. The three of us kissed and rinsed off before they had to head home. "See ya Mr. Tucker. Can Jay come to my next tutoring session?" Sam called out standing next to his bike. "Fuck yeah buddy," I said not caring who heard. Jay smiled and did that lame blow job imitation with his fist and tongue and laughed uncontrollably. I laughed and waved to them as they mounted their bikes, those bike seats working up into their little butts giving me a sweet view. The next three weeks were going to be interesting, though no way could every day be like this. It would kill me. I love my job, and so does my cock. ******************* Thanks for reading. 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