Schoolhouse Cock Chapter 2

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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Previously:

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.

And now, Chapter Two, Faculty Favorite

My body was on fire as I bit my lower lip and looked over my right shoulder, moaning softly as coach held onto my hips and fed me deep cock thrusts. The cool surface of his desk was hardly noticeable against my sweaty palms, which were slippery against the oak table top. My knees felt like they were buckling as intense waves of pleasure washed over my entire body again and again. Coach's thrusts were strong and unforgiving, each one sending powerful shivers through my frame while sweat dripped from the end of my nose.

“That feel good, buddy?” he asked me, almost as an aside, and I moaned through a frantic nod. “Your tight rear end feels magical around my dick.”

I was dressed in nothing but my gym shirt and shoes, which were hanging off the edge of the desk. My bare bottom was sticking straight up while Coach held onto my hips and drove his massive prick back and forth along the walls of my juicing boy cunt.

As the fire spread through my body, I could feel my eyelids adjusting so that they were only half open. Every stroke that Coach fed me felt like heaven as I accepted them, over and over again, until I was in the grip of a carnal inferno. Through the haze of pleasure that had set in, I could hear the moist friction of his dick ravaging my hole and my panting and moaning as he drilled me with relentless force.

“You needed this ass fuck, didn't you Simon?” he asked, and I nodded in agreement. “Don't worry buddy, Coach Johnson is going to be tending to your tight rear end every day from now on.”

With that, I let loose with a soft, feminine moan as the blaze in my body intensified. For five more minutes, Coach Johnson treated me to a deep, meaningful buttfuck that made my body go limp, then he pushed all the way in and froze. I could feel his dick throbbing against the walls of my satisfied pooper, breeding me with his spunk while my tiny dick stayed rock hard.

When he pulled out, I rolled over and collapsed on my back, feeling completely sated while my legs trembled uncontrollably. I was taking long, drawn out breaths while my little chest heaved up and down under my shirt. While I was still panting and trying to catch my breath, Coach leaned down and planted a deep, tongue filled kiss on my mouth with a lot of authority. When we broke our kiss, the suction between us pulled the end of my tongue out of my mouth and I loved it.

In the chair to my right, Ronnie was watching us with his knees pulled up to his chest and his eager boy hole on full display. His eyes were trained on Coach's dick the entire time, then he watched us kiss while he licked his lips and rubbed his pucker with his fingertip. Coach gave me a wink, then he turned his attention to Ronnie.

“Have you been getting your rear end treated today, son?” he asked with a note of concern in his voice. When Ronnie nodded, Coach smiled and said, “I'm glad to hear that, buddy. How many loads have you taken?”

“Just two so far,” Ronnie answered, then he laid his eyes back upon Coach's massive shaft and moaned so softly that I almost didn't hear him.

“You feeling anxious for some more rear end service, buddy?” Coach asked, and Ronnie nodded silently, not taking his eyes off of his dad's prick. Holding his right arm out, Coach told him, “Come snuggle with daddy, son.”

With that, Ronnie got up and made a beeline for Coach's outstretched arm, allowing himself to be wrapped up in a warm hug while I watched from the desktop. I placed the bottom of my feet on the desk and opened my legs, watching as Coach interacted with his son.

“You know, Simon has a thick load in his ass, son,” Coach told him, taking hold of my left ankle and picking it up so they could get a good look at my freshly bred boy box. I cooperated by pulling my right leg all the way back to my chest, putting my satisfied boy cunt on display. Coach gave me a warm smile, then he told Ronnie,“I know how much you love eating ass. And I know how much you love swallowing cum loads. Why don't you get in there and feast, buddy?”

A warm smile spread out across Ronnie's cute face and he nodded in agreement, then he stepped up to my splayed rear end and leaned in, taking a nice, deep whiff. I felt his face smash into my crevice, then he began eating my ass deep while I moaned with pleasure.

“Good boy,” Coach praised him, then he squatted behind Ronnie and his head disappeared. Soon, Ronnie was moaning into my ass, his song of pleasure only muffled by my butt cheeks. His eating grew deeper and so did my pleasure. At the same time, his moaning grew wilder and I realized he was gyrating his hips in a continuous motion while he munched out my boy box. Suddenly, his tongue froze and he let loose with a long, guttural moan, then he stood up straight and increased the force of his gyration while he moaned with reckless abandon.

In a flash, Coach popped up behind him and planted a deep French kiss on his mouth, then he took a firm grip of Ronnie's hips and thrusted forward. Ronnie's expression changed from one of tortured pleasure to sheer ecstasy, then he placed his hands on the desk and I realized that Coach was butt fucking him. His moans were boyish and filled with pleasure, pouring into the room and almost drowning out the slapping of skin against skin.

“Is this what you were after, son?” Coach asked, and Ronnie nodded with a blissful grin. “Daddy loves you so much.”

“I love you too, daddy,” Ronnie panted, then Coach froze and I saw his nut sack constrict. As Ronnie received his daddy's load, the two fell into another deep kiss that only ended when Coach pulled out. Ronnie dropped to his knees and sucked Coach's cock clean with a satisfied smile, then Coach collapsed in his rolling chair and Ronnie sat on his lap while all three of us basked in the afterglow.

When the last bell rang, we all gathered our books and notes and got up from our desks when suddenly my math teacher Mr. Jones called out, “Simon, I'd like a minute of your time after class, please. Bring me your math test.”

With that, the other kids all went, “Ooh” and gave me looks that said, “you're busted.” I had no idea what was wrong, but I didn't want to get in trouble so I immediately complied. Approaching his desk, I found myself at eye level with him.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Jones?” I said obediently, watching as the other kids filed out of the classroom. I was holding my math test in my hand, which was graded and marked with 92%. My math teacher nodded and took my test from me. He held his index finger up for me, motioning me to be patient while the classroom emptied and I got a little nervous. We watched while the door closed behind the last student, then he motioned me to his side of the desk.

“Thank you for staying behind, Simon,” he said, giving me a solemn look as he looked down at the one problem I got wrong. “I asked you to stay because I want to talk about your progress in my class. It looks like you might be having a little trouble and I wanted to offer you some one on one assistance.”

I looked at the problem that I missed, then gave him a questioning look. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he gave it a warm squeeze and told me, “I understand from talking to Mr. Johnson that you've been doing some extra curricular activities with him.”

I started to panic but maintained my composure and shook my head no, prompting him to raise an eyebrow.

“I see,” he said, sitting back in his seat and smiling knowingly at me. “You know, the walls in this school talk, Simon. And I know what you've been up to.”

“You... you do?” I asked in a small voice, feeling a little overwhelmed and very unsure.

“Of course I do,” he said, then his hand moved down to the small of my back. “You don't think I've seen you heading into the bathroom to get your ass fucked? You don't think I see you hanging on a different boy everyday, taking him to the stall so you can suck his dick?”

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I looked away so I could avoid his gaze. I felt his hand running up and down my back, then he used it to caress my recently fucked bubble butt and I shivered.

“It's okay Simon,” he said in a voice so gentle that it was almost angelic. “I already know. Everyone knows, Simon.”

I found the courage to meet his gaze again and was met with a tender smile. He gave my rump a trio of pinches and added, “I know that Coach Johnson is hitting this. I know he fucked you at his house yesterday, and I know he fucked you in his office today. We all know.”

“Am... am I in trouble?” I asked cautiously, and he shook his head no.

“Not at all, baby boy,” he assured me, then his finger traced over the outline of my butt crack through my school pants and I moaned. “Do you like this?”

“Yeah,” I admitted with a whisper. “I like it a lot.”

“What do you want to do about that?” he asked, so I let my gaze wander to his crotch, where the outline of a man sized prick was bulging through his slacks. Picking up on the signal I was sending him, he nodded and slipped his hand down the back of my school pants while I placed my right hand on the inside of his thigh. I felt his finger move into my crevice, then it went right to my horny hole and he pressed against it. When my pucker bloomed and swallowed his digit, he drew in a sharp breath while I moved my hand to the bulge in his pants.

“Where would you like to have it?” he asked, so I looked over my shoulder while at the same time, tightening the muscles in my boy pussy. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” I said obediently again, then he got up and locked the classroom door while I dropped my pants and bent over his desk, eager for him to disrobe and blow a load up my available ass.

Coming next: Simon gets called to the office