Schoolhouse Cock Chapter 4

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:

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.”

And now, Chapter Four, Simon cruises the campus

"You doing okay, Simon?" I heard Mr. Richards ask, but I was too far gone to answer. My lips were moving on their own but my voice was barely a whisper as I declared out over and over again, "It's so big... It's. So. Big."

My moaning was melodic as the massive prick burrowed deep in my boy pussy, every inch bringing me pleasures untold as my rectum gripped it with stuttering spasms. My legs were shaking with so much force that my knees were knocking into each other while saliva ran from the corners of my mouth. My miniature sized dick was hard as a rock, alive with electrical current while my tiny nut sack sizzled. The moist lips of my asshole were squelching with moist queefs that I was powerless to control.

“You're enjoying this lay, aren't you buddy?” he observed. It wasn't a question at all. It was a statement, and we both knew it was true.

Through my feminine moans, I somehow found my bearings long enough to nod my frantic reply. Mr. Richards responded to this affirmation by increasing the power of his thrusts, adding to my carnal haze and making my legs shake even more violently.

It was as if my principal was on a quest to seek out and expose the pussyboy that lived inside of me, bringing him out and parading him around with every thrust he fed me. And I was more than happy to let that pussyboy prance freely, lisping and showing off his tiny dick to anyone who happened to be watching. As long as I could have regular access to Principal Richards' prick.

I'd long ago plunged into the depths of anal release. As a matter of fact, it happened almost as soon as my well endowed principal began feeding me strokes of his massive dick. He slid into my horny hole and I could feel the powerful pangs of an impending climax start to grip me. Then he began to thrust with fluid, full hip movements and my little body melted down. His dick was so big that I don't think there was a way for me to fight it off. Before I knew it, my face was flushed with heat and my body was erupting with a full on boygasm that took hold and never abated.

It's not that Mr. Richard's has a longer dick than Coach Johnson. Or that his dick is any thicker than Mr. Jones' shaft. It's that he has the best of both worlds. Eight thick inches of man cock, and the skill to know how to use it. His hip thrusts were special because they weren't typical. He added a twist to his hips with every inward stroke that seemed to punish my boyclit and set off every pleasure receptor in my body. I could feel all eight inches plumbing deep in my boy cunt. At the same time, his amazing girth was being gripped by the lips of my asshole, treating me to the joy of feeling each and every vein that lined his shaft, cascading along the walls of my poop chute. His thick mushroom head seemed to bully its way along the lining of my boy pussy, scraping along the moist tissue that lines its walls and sending pleasure signals to my brain in overwhelming waves.

The most impressive part, though, was his stamina. I'd never been treated to such an enduring, amazing lay in my life. I was loving every minute of it. And there were a lot of minutes to enjoy. I happened to look up at the clock and noted that it was a little after 9:30 when Mr. Richards pushed my skinny legs back and lined his prick up to my eager entrance. At some point in the middle of our fuck, I caught the digital clock on the wall and saw it was 9:45. My eyes were half open and my body was wrapped in a shroud of carnal heat when I turned my head and saw that it was 9:57.

I had no idea where the time had gone, but I knew for sure that I was grateful for every single thrust that Mr. Richards was feeding into my satisfied rear end. When he pulled out, it was only so he could flip me over and pulled my hips up, then he sank his shaft back in my ass and stroked it out for another 12 minutes. When he finally buried his pleasure stick up my butt and shot his load, I gazed up at the clock and saw 10:09 on the display.

Thirty nine decadent minutes. Thirty nine minutes of sheer paradise. Thirty nine minutes in heaven with my top. Thirty nine minutes that changed me forever.

When he pulled out, my ass was pointing straight up in the air. I smiled over my shoulder and reached back with both hands, spreading my ass cheeks to let him know that he could have another turn if he wanted it. To let him know that I'd be lubed up and ready for our next encounter. That if he wanted me to stay with him all day, every day, I'd happily cooperate.

He patted my satisfied rear end and gave me a wink, then he said the words that sent a shiver through my body.

“I want you to come see me when you wrap up with Mr. Jones this afternoon.”

With that, he helped me down from the desk and pulled my pants up for me, then he held me close while I recovered from the most intense lay I'd ever been treated to.

On my way out of Mr. Richards' office I saw Ronnie sitting in the reception area, looking anxious. He gave me a sweet smile as I floated past the receptionist's desk, then his face lit up when he saw Mr. Richards walking behind me.

“You ready for our one on one, Mr. Johnson?” Principal Richards asked, and Ronnie nodded eagerly. With an easy smile, Mr. Richards motioned with his head for Ronnie to follow him down the hallway to his office while I hurried to 2^nd period Social Studies.

The sound of the schoolyard was audible as I shared a deep, tongue filled kiss with Mr. Jones. I was on my knees in the passenger seat of his car with my arms wrapped around his neck, loving how his powerful tongue asserted its dominance over my submissive tongue. His strong hands were holding my body to him, with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other supporting the small of my back. I felt his hand slide down to my horny bubble butt, running over its contours and sending a shiver through me as I contemplated the sex I wanted to have with him.

It was lunch time and the playground was filled with kids and yard monitors. The cafeteria was brimming with boys and girls buying food and taking it to tables to sit with their friends. Normally, I'd be sucking a cute boy off in the bathroom, or bending over in the locker room for a classmate. But right before the lunch bell rang, Mr. Jones sent me a text and I hurried to meet him in the parking lot. Coach Johnson saw me hurrying down the corridor and gave me a knowing smile as he adjusted his package, and I knew he'd be the next stud to service me.

When we broke our kiss, it was only so I could reach into Mr. Jones' trousers and pull his python out. As soon as I felt its firmness and heat in my hand, I felt my boy pussy get moist and let loose with a guttural moan. When I pulled it out through his fly, he planted a hard kiss on my lips and asked, “Do you want to suck it for me?”

“Yeah,” I said with a smile, feeling grateful for the opportunity to wrap my lips around the hard trophy. With that, I slid down so that my feet were curled up in the seat, then I laid my head down in his lap and lustily took it in my mouth. I was quickly rewarded with a glob of precum that spewed from his piss slit and landed on my tongue. I savored the salty treat, then another glob emerged, then another and then it was a continuous, steady flow. It didn't take me long to swallow his entire length and settle into a passionate deep throating of his man cock. I could feel my lips pressing into the mane of pubic hair that shrouded his dick, over and over again as my sucking became more and more urgent.

“You're really enjoying that mouthful, aren't you Simon?” he said softly, and I nodded with a moan. “Do you want to stay here and suck it, or would you like to bend over and get your ass fucked?”

I let go of another moan, this one louder and a little more urgent as I raised my rear end up in the air and gave it a stir. I felt him run his fingertips through my brown hair, then his hand ran gently down the length of my spinal column to my horny ass. He gave it a series of luscious squeezes that made the overwhelming desire I had for anal sex grow unbearable. His squeezing soon turned to blatant stimulation when he pressed his fingertip into my deep crevice from the outside of my pants, then he gave my crack a sensual stroking while I delighted in the heat of his stiff prick and the precum that was running from the end.

Out of nowhere, he slid his hand down the back of my pants and through the waistband of my tighty whities. I felt his finger go straight to my horny, cum filled hole, then he centered the tip against my moist pucker and pushed it inside. Right away, my boy pussy responded by opening up and swallowing his digit while I luxuriated in the throat fuck I was being treated to.

When he pulled his finger out of my ass, he used his fingertips to tap my chin and encourage me to pull off of his prick. With a lusty moan, I treated myself to one more swallow of his man cock, then I pulled off with a slurp and sat up. I had stars in my eyes when he smiled at me, then he took my hand and brought it to his mouth for a sweet kiss.

“Such a sexy boy,” he praised me. “You ready to take those pants down and get fucked?”

I nodded my answer, still smiling up at him as he opened the car door and got out. I scrambled to crawl across his center console and got out on his side, then I unbuttoned my pants and yanked them down. Before I could take my white undies down, he placed his hands on my buns and gave my ass another series of squeezes while I grinned over my shoulder. Finally, he hooked the blue striped waistband of my underwear and eased them off my hips.

As soon as they landed on top of my pants, he knelt behind me and parted my cheeks, then he latched onto my pucker and treated me to a quick but amazing ass eating. The feeling was sinful as he used his mouth to pleasure my back door, pushing his face into my crevice and eating me deep. I was in a haze of carnal delectation as he sucked, munched and licked my hole out. The stubble around his mouth was brushing against the skin around my hole, making it burn sweetly.

While I was moaning and feeling my toes curl, Mr. Jones used his hands to grab my hips and pull them back into his mouth as he treated me to a final frenzy of ass eating, then he quickly came back to his feet and bent me over so that my hand were resting against the driver's side seat. I spread my feet as wide as I could with my pants bunched around them, then I felt him push his dick through my eager entrance.

The sounds of kids playing and a whistle blowing carried into my ears but was only an afterthought as Mr. Jones began to thrust back and forth. My little dick was pressed tight against my bald pubic bone and my midsection caught fire in a hurry as he dealt out thrust after deep, delicious thrust. I felt his grip on my waist tighten, then his thrusting picked up speed. Each thrust seemed to happen faster and with more urgency than the one before, and soon Mr. Jones froze, his dick buried all the way up my ass as he unloaded his ball juice. I could feel his prick flexing and throbbing as his load spewed forth, then he pulled out and I quickly spun around to suck him clean.

When his dick and balls were free from all traces of cum and ass juice, we pulled our pants up and I hurried back to the yard while he locked up his car and went back to his classroom.

Coming next: Extra credit for Simon