Schoolhouse Cock Chapter 3

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:

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.

And now, Chapter Three, Called To The Office

Every nerve ending in my body was alive with pleasure as Mr. Jones dipped me back while our tongues danced. His hot load was dripping from my ass, which was winking and throbbing uncontrollably from the deep dicking he'd just treated me to. My airways were wide open and my torso was glowing with an effervescent energy that only comes from a thorough rear end service.

And that was exactly what I'd been treated to when my math teacher locked the door and placed his jumbo sized man cock at my entrance while I moaned with need. It looked so powerful when he unleashed it, springing from his khaki's and pointing to the sky. It was lined with thick veins and shrouded with a bulbous, mushroom shaped head. His glans looked red and angry while his slit oozed precum.

As soon as I set my eyes on it, I felt my boy pussy catch fire and melt down with the force of a nuclear disaster. I found myself pushing back with my hips, anxious to feel it slide into my needy, yearning rear end and scratch the itch I had deep inside. So when he placed his hands on my hips and lined up, I used my talented muscles to open my sphincter up and welcome his shaft with a moan. The head melted through my entrance, then my boy pussy took charge of the situation by gripping and pulling him the rest of the way in, inch by thick, delicious inch until I was sheathing all of him.

He drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth while I felt the heat of anal desire envelop my small frame. I gave my hips a sensual stir, wanting to feel his dick moving inside me, and moaned as the sharp ridge of his glans dragged across the lining of my boy pussy.

“You enjoying yourself, Simon?” Mr. Jones asked with a catch in his voice, and I nodded with a glazed over smile. “You feel really hot and moist.”

“It feels so good,” I hissed as the carnal sensation spread across my body. I could feel it swirling in my tummy, then it traveled up my torso and wrapped itself around my rib cage before traveling up and down my spine. I could feel the hair standing up on the back of my neck, then on the crown of my head as I continued to grind my eager ass against his pleasure stick.

Mercifully, Mr. Jones finally took charge of the situation and tightened his grip on my hips. I felt his fingertips digging into the skin on my waist and his thumbs pressing into the flesh of my buns, then he began a slow, deliberate thrusting. As soon as he fed me the first inward thrust, I felt my tummy roll as a sinful pleasure gripped me. Then he pulled back and it happened again. Then he reversed course and fed me another inward stroke that lit my rear end on fire and made me moan again. Soon, he was running his long, thick man cock back and forth with deep, fluid motions that caused the flames of anal ecstasy to spread quickly. With every pleasing cock stroke, the fire intensified and spread a little further. Before I knew what was happening around me, he'd fed me two dozen strokes. Then three dozen strokes. Then the room went foggy and my arms went limp. The desk was the only thing supporting my torso while his grip stabilized my lower extremities by holding my hips in place.

Between my legs, my little dick was dancing around like a needle on a seismic gauge during an earthquake. At the same time, my rear end was experiencing a powerful set of spasms around the pleasure stick that was working between its walls. They started off as random and erratic, but as my pleasure peaked, they were suddenly rhythmic and timed perfectly with the inward thrusts that Mr. Jones was administering.

While I was floating on a cloud of anal delectation, Mr. Jones fed me a final set of thrusts, then his cock slid deep inside of my pleasured ass and throbbed with authority as his load spewed forth. I was hardly aware that he was getting off, or that he'd even stopped thrusting. My ass was still in the grip of its climax, opening and closing around his cum firing pole while I luxuriated in the decadence of the butt fucking I'd just been treated to.

When it dawned on me that Mr. Jones had seeded my hole, I slowly opened my eyes and blinked as the room came back into focus. As he eased his rod out, I could feel my rectal walls gripping the head, trying to hold onto it and lure him back in for another round of anal sex. His dick emerged with a moist squelch, and I instinctively fell to my knees, eager to wrap my lips around the massive dick and suck it clean. Soon, I was caught up in the pleasures of sucking dick for my stud as I bobbed my head back and forth along the length of his shaft. Finally, he pulled me off and pulled his pants up while I smiled up at him with stars in my eyes. He took a seat in his chair and helped me to my feet. My legs were wobbly at first, so he helped steady me while I coped with the powerful sensations that were still gripping my young body.

“You okay, buddy?” he asked, and I nodded with a dreamy sigh. “You really enjoyed that, didn't you?”

“Yeah,” I sang, feeling my heart flutter as he slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed my tummy. “Mr. Jones?”

“Yeah kiddo?”

“Can I see you again tomorrow?” I asked hopefully, and that was when he planted a deep, tongue filled kiss on my mouth and dipped my body back with his strong arms. I felt a flash of searing heat consume my boy pussy again and realized I was having another anal orgasm, then he brought me back up and we broke our kiss.

“Of course you can, buddy,” he assured me, then his next words sent a strong shiver through me. “I'd like to see you a couple times a day. Would you like that?”

“Uh huh!” I said with an excited nod. He mussed my brown hair and gave me a wink, then he told me to pull my pants up so he could lock up the classroom.

The bell for Home Room had just rang and we were all in our seats when Mr. Jackson got a call from the office. He looked my way and his brow furrowed, then he nodded. He put the phone down and with a booming voice he said, “Simon, you need to report to the office. Principal Richards wants to see you right away.”

With that, he sat at his desk and wrote me out a hall pass. Before he handed it to me, he gave me a woeful look and exclaimed, “I don't know what you did, but I highly suggest you make a hasty path to his office. He sounds like he means business, mister.”

With a timid inflection I meekly nodded and said, “I promise, Mr. Jackson.”

Not knowing what I might have done to get myself in trouble, I took the hall pass and solemnly made my way to the office. When I got there, Mr. Richards was waiting on me in the reception area. I looked up at him while he gave me a look that said Mr. Jackson wasn't exaggerating, then he used his forefinger to motion me to follow him. When we got to his office, I stood still while he closed his office door, then he took a seat behind his desk and motioned for me to sit down.

“Do you know why I called you in here, Simon?” he asked in a voice that was steady but firm, and I shook my head no. Leaning forward and lacing his fingers, he said, “I'd like you to venture a guess.”

“Is it because of my grades?” I asked in a small voice, and he shook his head no. Swallowing hard, I asked, “Is it because my mom had to bring me a change of pants last week when I had an accident?”

Sitting back in his chair with a look of amusement on his face, he shook his head and addressed me by my last name. “Mr. Anderson, I think you know why I called you down here. Tell me what you did this morning in the boy's bathroom with Ronnie Johnson?”

And just like that, I felt my stomach get queasy and my thighs started to burn as panic started to sweep over me. Seeing the look of distress on my face, he nodded knowingly and raised an eyebrow.

“Young man, the walls in this school have eyes and ears,” he told me in a voice that gave away the pleasure he was taking in this moment. “I've had my eye on you since the start of the school year. You've got quite the reputation. And from what I can tell, it's one you've worked hard to earn.”

I was speechless, and on the verge of tears. Was I going to get detention? Would I be suspended? Expelled?

I could feel my lower lip starting to quiver when Mr. Richards' expression softened and he pushed his chair back with a heavy sigh.

“Come here, Simon,” he instructed me, so I stood up and approached him, completely rattled. He placed a hand on my shoulder and said, “I want to show you something.”

“Yes sir,” I said in a voice so small it was almost a whisper.

He gave me a sympathetic smile and opened his top drawer, and as my eyes focused on a bottle of anal lube, I blinked. I looked up at him with questioning eyes and he responded by caressing my cheek with his hand and tracing my quivering lip with his thumb.

“Does that look like something you'd be interested in this morning, Mr. Anderson?” he asked me, then I felt his palm run over the contours of my ass and I felt myself relax. I looked over my shoulder at his fondling hand, then back into the drawer at the white and black bottle clearly labeled Anal Lube, and moaned softly. I rested my head on his shoulder and nodded in the affirmative, then I let my gaze travel down to his crotch, where a very prominent bulge displayed the outline of his rigid python.

“Mr. Richards?” I said, my voice still small.

“Yes, buddy,” he whispered in my ear.

“I'm already lubed up.”

“That's what I figured, Simon,” he told me, giving my rump a soft pinch. “Why don't you get out of those pants? You're going to be spending first period with Principal Richards.”

Coming next: Simon cruises the campus