Schoolhouse Cock, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Teacher's New Pet

“Do you want to come over after school?” Ronnie asked me as I stood up and dusted the dirt from my knees, and I felt a strong shiver run through me. “We can go all the way in my room.”

“Won't your dad know?” I asked with some degree of concern as I licked the remnants of his delicious cum load from my lips, but my stud shook his head no with a cute smile.

“He doesn't get home until 4:30,” he assured me, then he leaned down and planted a wet one on my mouth. As soon as his tongue slid into my mouth, I moaned with the certainty of a pussyboy who wanted to get laid by his stud and nothing more needed to be said. With the deal sealed for both of us, Ronnie held my hand as we walked through the deserted locker room. When we were at the exit, he kissed me one more time, then he let go of my hand and we joined the rest of the class, late as always.

As usual, Ronnie and I joined the rest of the class long after Coach Johnson had sent everyone to the track to run a lap. And as usual, we didn't get into trouble for it. That's because Ronnie is Coach Johnson's son, and he gets special treatment. I've heard the other kids in class complaining about how they get in trouble for little things, like using their knees to rest while they do push ups, or walking part of the lap around the track. But Ronnie gets to do whatever he pleases during class, which works well for me when I'm hot to swallow a load from his 8^th grade balls.

The last bell at my school rings at 3:15pm, and it's always my signal that it's time to go home with a cute boy or two in tow so I can get lucky. Or walk to the park to get laid in the men's room if I have a cock date with the cute parcel delivery driver whose been servicing my bottom for the past three months. Or to the house of a studly 8^th grader, whose cock I've been sucking for over a year.

Which is where I found myself on Thursday afternoon.

Nobody else was home when Ronnie Johnson ushered me up to his room. In a romantic gesture, he helped me out of my backpack by the front door and offered me his hand, then we ascended the staircase while my mind raced with the possibilities and my rear end sizzled with horny delight. When we reached the top of the stairs, the warm glow of sunlight from the window at the end of the hallway set a romantic scene as we shared a tender smile, then he puckered up and we enjoyed a sweet kiss on the lips.

Once we were in his room, he closed the door and we got undressed. As we disrobed, I had my eyes glued to his firm, 13 year old body while the lust I had inside burned hotly. His 5' 2”, 95 pound frame is almost Adonis-like, especially when he peels his shirt off and his slender midsection catches my eye. I catch myself ogling him everyday during PE, or any other time I can see him without a shirt.

When he stepped out of his pants and underwear with his back to me, his plump buns came into view and I moaned softly. He looked over his shoulder and gave me another cute smile while his brown bangs sat effortlessly against his olive toned forehead. I peeled my own pants and undies down, watching his expression as he set his eyes on my small, hairless boner.

Of course, neither of us were concerned about my bald, two inch erection, even though it was standing straight up. I watched his smile grow bigger as I undressed, then he turned my way and I caught site of his 5 inch erection and moaned a little louder. His green eyes were fluttering as he approached me with his arms outstretched, and I melted into his embrace. With a sigh, he leaned down to plant a deep kiss on my mouth, and I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck.

While we were in the midst of our French kiss, he guided my 4' 7”, 70 pound frame to his bed and eased me down so that I was on my back. When he broke our kiss, I eagerly spread my thighs so that I could welcome him to crawl between them. Soon, we were locked in another tongue tango while I reached down with my right hand and wrapped my fist around his big boy boner, eager to stroke it.

Much to my delight, the head of his prick moistened with precum while at the same time, the entrance to my horny poop chute moistened with ass juice. I felt his body tense up for a moment, then a glob of precum landed on the back of my hand. Realizing that it was time for the main event, I released my grip on his prick so I could slather my hole with his precum.

Ronnie was grinning hard at me as I pulled my knees all the way up to my chest and presented my boy pussy to him. I watched him bite his lower lip with a look of desire, then he used both of his hands to take hold of my buns and push them apart. Then, with a wanton expression, he surprised me by burying his mug in my deep crevice and feasting at my back door.

As stunned as I was by this new development, I was even more stunned by the expertise he displayed as he used his tongue to pleasure me. I was moaning like a little girl in no time while he dug in deep, searching for the loads that had already been planted in my rear end by other boys throughout the day. My mouth was hanging open and I was watching him with a look of sheer disbelief, not just at his eagerness and talent for eating ass, but at the way he was making my toes curl.

Finally, he abandoned the rim job he was giving me and we were face to face, kissing deeply once again. My little body was on fire as he lined the tip of his prick up to my hot hole, then he pushed in with one swift thrust. Ten seconds later, he shut his eyes tight and his whole body shivered while hot jets of boy cum squirted from the end of his dick. He opened his eyes in a panic, a look of sheer dread washing over his face as it dawned on him what just happened. Wanting to ease his mind, I cupped the back of his head and kissed him with a warm smile, then I encouraged him to rest inside of me.

A few minutes later, he was feeding me luscious thrusts of his boy cock that felt so good. This time, he lasted almost five minutes before breeding me again, then he pulled out and I sucked him clean. I curled up at his side, snuggling into his chest while he wrapped his right arm around me and held me close. Soon, the warmth of our afterglow put us both to sleep.

The house was quiet when I extracted myself from Ronnie's embrace and got dressed. I planted a deep kiss on his mouth, bringing a smile to his face, even as he laid still with his eyes shut.

“Are you leaving?” he asked when our kiss ended, prompting me to sigh.

“Yeah, I need to get home,” I told him. “I had a really good time.”

“How about another kiss before you go?” he asked, and I quickly acquiesced. I can never get enough of Ronnie's delicious tongue dancing with mine, and I made sure to indulge in a longer than normal makeout session with him before wrapping things up. He rolled onto his side and snuggled his pillow with his arms, his eyes still shut as he settled back into his slumber.

I closed his bedroom door behind me as I made my way down the hall to the stairs, wanting to make sure that Ronnie would have privacy when his dad got home. Making my way down the staircase, I sighed with relief and wondered to myself if I'd have time for another quickie before my mom got home from work. I took my phone out and was about to send a couple of texts out to a prospective cock date when a voice that came out of nowhere startled me.

“Hey buddy, are you two finished up there?” Coach Johnson asked from his recliner, prompting me to put my phone in my pocket and give him a nervous look.

Realizing that he was giving me an expectant smile, I slowly nodded my answer and said, “Yes, coach.”

“That's nice, buddy,” he said, his smile easy. “My Ronnie said you were coming over. Did you two enjoy your visit?”

I nodded again, not wanting to give anything away. Giving me a wink, Coach Johnson put the leg rest down on his recliner and scooted forward so that he was sitting on the edge of his seat, then he reached out and fixed the collar on my shirt while he asked, “Did Ronnie fall asleep on you?”

“Yes sir,” I said with a small voice, prompting him to let loose with a chuckle as he examined his handy work with an approving smile.

“That doesn't surprise me at all,” he said knowingly, then he gave me a curious look. “Are you sure you got to enjoy your visit, too?”

“Yes sir,” I said quietly, feeling his warm palm run up the back of my shirt. He gave the small of my back a tender set of strokes, then his other hand went up the front of my shirt and he rubbed my chest. I let go of a soft purr and smiled at him, earning me a smile in return and a confident nod.

“I imagine that you must have quite a crush on my boy to have enjoyed such a short visit,” he said softly, and I gave in to his questioning with a deep sigh and another nod. “Did he give you a nice load to swallow, buddy?”

“Not this time,” I revealed, and coach raised his eyebrow. I felt him run his open palm over my bubble butt while he gave me a questioning look, and I nodded to acknowledge what we both knew.

“I see,” he said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I understand that quite a few boys leave their loads back there. Is that true?”

Once again, I nodded my answer, earning me a firm squeeze on the butt from Coach, then he went on.

“Is that what you were doing on your phone when you came downstairs, buddy?” he asked with a knowing tone, leaving me no option but to nod again. “You know, if you're looking for some more action back there, you don't have to go very far for it, Simon. As a matter of fact, if you want, I can take care of that for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, sir,” I practically whispered, then coach pushed his middle finger into my crack through my school pants.

I parted my feet to give him more room to work, and was rewarded when he treated me to a strong French kiss that swept me off of my feet. When we broke our kiss, he took me by the hips and turned my shivering body so that I was facing away from him, then he said, “Atta boy, Simon. I want to get a good look at the tail that seems to have every boy at school so hot and bothered.”

With that, he planted his nose in the crack of my butt, taking a deep whiff through my school pants while he kneaded my buns with his fingers. A few seconds later, I was grinning down at my fly while he used his fingers to unbutton and unzip my trousers, then he peeled them down and buried his face in the seat of my underwear. I heard him growl while he took another deep whiff, then he started eating my hole through my undies and my eyes practically rolled back in my head. I was moaning like a little harlot in no time flat, feeling his tongue dig deeper and deeper into my hole, even as my undies acted as a barrier.

Suddenly he pulled his face out of my crack and yanked my undies down, then he resumed the rim job he was giving me. We were both moaning wildly, and I could feel his hot breath flowing heavy in my crevice. Without pulling his face out, he asked me, “Did my Ronnie eat this ass out?”

“Yes,” I moaned, then I felt his tongue push deeper into my bottom.

“He takes after his daddy,” Coach growled into my crack. “He loves eating ass. Can't go a day without it, and neither can I.”

With that, he shifted his head to another angle, giving him the latitude to eat even deeper while my toes curled in my shoes. Just when I thought I might explode from the pleasure, Coach pulled his face from my crevice and quickly guided me onto the recliner. I held onto the arm rest and placed my yearning rear end up in the air while he unbuckled his own school pants and unleashed his boner. My mouth was watering when his 8 ½ inch man cock sprang free, then he spit into his hand and stroked himself a few times while I waited impatiently.

When he placed the head of his prick at my back door, my pucker bloomed like a rose and pulled him inside. As my hungry rear end swallowed his length and thickness, I moaned with passion and smiled with relief.

“God damn, buddy, you needed this, didn't you?” he asked as his resting cock throbbed inside of me, and I nodded urgently. “You've got a nice, tight rear end, Simon. It's very tasty, too.”

With that, he started to thrust, slowly at first, then he picked up momentum and speed. The pleasure was unchecked as he fed me deep, meaningful strokes that had my boy pussy on fire for the next one. I was watching over my shoulder, trying to process the pleasure that my 12 year old body was experiencing while this master of anal delights was treating me to an expert lay. My little boner was burning with pleasure, pressed tight to my bald pubic bone while I shivered through my impromptu butt fuck.

“Hey kiddo, you're up,” Coach said unexpectedly with a smile in his voice, then I spotted Ronnie, standing in nothing but his white briefs and watching us with a naughty grin. “You were right about this little guy, son. He does love cock more than you.”

“Who's tighter, dad?” Ronnie asked with a groggy voice, and Coach just reached out and mussed his son's brown head of hair. Ronnie smiled up at his dad with sparkling eyes that were filled with love, then he turned his attention to me and said, “I want to make out with Simon again.”

“Go ahead, buddy,” coach encouraged him, then the cute 8^th grader approached me and we engaged in yet another tongue tango while his dad ravaged my boy pussy. With my tongue preoccupied, Coach slid his long pipe up my butt and unloaded his seed, filling my bottom with a hot, gooey load. When he pulled out, Ronnie and I broke our kiss and Coach presented his still hard cock to me for sucking. While I was sucking my top clean, Ronnie made a quick play for my rear end, eagerly tonguing it out while I moaned happily around Coach Johnson's dick.

“He's got a delicious ass, doesn't he buddy?” Coach remarked, and I felt Ronnie's head nodding between deep licks and loud slurps. “I'm gonna love planting loads in it at work.”

Hearing this sent another deep shiver through my still horny body, and I let go of a long, steamy moan. Just then, Ronnie's licking and sucking against the lips of my boy hole gained in depth and intensity, then he sighed with relief and pulled his face out of my ass crack.

“Are you going to do him again, dad?” Ronnie asked, his voice excited, but Coach shook his head no.

“No buddy, I'm resting up for later,” he said with a genuine smile, and Ronnie smiled affectionately at him. Easing his pleasure stick from my slutty mouth, he tapped my lips with the head playfully while I tried in vein to trap it back in my mouth so I could suck it some more.

I was still on my hands and knees in the recliner when Coach placed his hand on Ronnie's slender shoulder and they took a seat on the couch. Right away, Ronnie snuggled into his dad's side and Coach leaned down just far enough for the tips of their noses to touch, then the 13 year old puckered his lips and they shared a sweet kiss on the lips. Coach was still sporting a full sized erection that was curved like a banana, while in the front of Ronnie's boy briefs, his smaller boner was standing straight up and making his undies tent.

Realizing that my rear end service had been thorough, I accepted that my access to Coach's dick was on hold for now and decided to pull my pants up so I could get home. As soon as I was out of the recliner, Coach patted his thigh and beckoned me over to sit with him. With my pants and undies bunched around my ankles and a beaming smile on my face, I made a beeline to him and settled into his lap, letting him hold me close while my naked body burned with carnal delight.

“I'm going to want to see you in my office everyday now,” Coach told me, and I nodded obediently while he slipped his middle finger up my butt. Looking down at his son, Coach asked, “How about you, buddy? Are you looking forward to spending time with Simon more often?”

“Yes, daddy,” he sighed, his voice sleepy even as he smiled up and nodded. “Maybe we can both spend time with you, too.”

“I'd like that, buddy,” Coach assured his son with an affectionate smile, then he wrapped his arm around Ronnie's frame and his other hand disappeared. “I love special time with my boy.”

“I love special time with you too, daddy,” Ronnie said with a magical smile and a sigh.

“We'll spend some special time together later on, okay?” Coach promised, and his son nodded.

When it was time for me to go, I expelled Coach's finger and slid out of his lap. While I was pulling my pants and undies up over my bubble butt and my boy boner, Ronnie found his way into Coach's lap. I noticed that Coach had his hand in the seat of Ronnie's briefs, and his knuckles were flexing over and over again against the white fabric. I felt a shiver run through me when I spotted it, then Ronnie blushed and gave me a shy smile.

“Do you want to give your little lover a kiss goodbye, son?” Coach asked, and Ronnie nodded. Giving in to my own desires, I shared a final makeout session with my 8^th grade lover, my eyes shut tight while my head spun with pleasure. When we broke our kiss, I kissed Coach on the lips, then I watched with a strong shudder as Ronnie and Coach smiled sweetly at each other before sharing a kiss that looked very sensual, even though there was no tongue.

I walked to the door and picked my backpack up from the floor. As I was slipping my arms through the straps, I heard Ronnie let go of a deep, satisfied sigh and looked over my shoulder. Coach had his hands locked around Ronnie's midsection and the cute 13 year old had placed his feet on the tops of his father's thighs. The waistband of his undies were still hugging his hips in the front, but they were pulled down below his buns at the rear. Coach's banana shaped erection had disappeared, and all that was visible between his legs were his low hanging balls, which were pulled tight to his groin.

Coach and Ronnie were both giving me tender, welcoming eyes. I wanted to slide my backpack off and stay more than anything. But then a text came over from my mom, telling me that she was on her way home and that I'd better be heading that way, too. Biting my lower lip, I quickly approached the pair and stole a quick kiss on the lips, then I promised to see them both the next day. As I was closing the front door behind me, the sound of skin slapping against skin was only drowned out by the loud, boyish moans of pleasure that Ronnie was calling out with.

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