Schoolhouse Cock Chapter 5

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:

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 pace. 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.

And now, Chapter Five, Extra credit for Simon

Coach and I were alone in the gymnasium while the rest of the class took laps around the track. I was going to join everyone outside but he asked me to stay behind so we could go over something. When everyone else filed out, he took me over to the bleachers in the gym and took a seat while I stood in front of him.

“Ronnie tells me you're nervous about wrestling practice,” he shared, and I looked down and nodded. He put his finger under my chin and lifted it, then he said, “Tell me what's going on.”

“I don't know how to wrestle,” I admitted in a small voice. “And everyone's tougher than me. I'm scared if I can't win I'll get a bad grade.”

“I'm sure you'll do fine, Simon,” he said, his smile warm, but I wasn't so sure.

“Can you teach me how to do it?” I asked, watching his smile get bigger.

"What do you need to know, buddy?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"Everything, Coach," I told him, looking up at him with concern. "I think I'm going to get beat every time."

"Well how about a quick lesson, buddy?" he said, then he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his warm embrace. His body heat and natural musk was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist the urge to soak it up.

"There are a few basics you should know, Simon," he said, running his hand up the back of my shirt. "I think you'll find that there's a lot about wrestling that you'll be very familiar with."

"Like what?" I asked, feeling his hand start to move under my shirt.

"When the match starts, one wrestler is on the bottom, and one is on the top," Coach explained, rubbing my back. "Where do you think you would be, Simon?"

Feeling a shiver run through me, I answered, "I'd always be on the bottom, coach."

"That's right, buddy," he said with a warm smile. "That seems to be your natural position."

I blushed and nodded in agreement, then his hand moved down to my horny bubble butt and he gave it a firm squeeze.

"How about if we go to the mat so I can show you?" he urged me, then he stood up straight and took my hand. I let him lead me to the center of the mat, then he dropped to one knee and placed both hands on my shoulders. Even on his knees, Coach was easily 4 or 5 inches taller than me. His barrel chest and huge arms seemed to dwarf everything about me. I let my eyes drift down to his crotch, where his engorged manhood was throbbing through the fabric of his golf pants.

"Get on your hands and knees, buddy," he instructed me. "I think you know the position."

"Yeah," I practically sang, grinning shyly as he patted the mat in front of him. I dropped to my knees and planted my hands, then I lifted my rump in the air and asked, "Like this, Coach?"

"That's perfect, Simon," he praised me, then he ran his hand up and down the length of my back while I looked straight ahead. Coach knelt beside me and wrapped his long arm around my small torso. His hand rested flat against my tummy, sending a thrill through me. My little boner was raging in my gym shorts and my bubble butt was trembling with need as the warmth of his body cascaded over my back.

"You're doing a nice job, son," he complimented me, and I felt my heart race at his praise. "Now I'm going to grab your arm. Just relax, okay?"

"Okay, Coach," I said obediently, and I swear I felt him blow in my ear.

He placed his other hand on my forearm and I felt his breath flutter through my brown hair, causing my cowlick to bend forward and intensifying my need.

"You ready?" he asked, and I nodded. "Okay buddy, I promise not to hurt you."

"I know you won't," I told him, then he planted a kiss on the top of my head and I felt his grip on my arm tighten.

Before I knew it, I was flipped over and on my back, looking up at Coach while he hovered over my prostrate body. His hands were clasped around my wrists, holding them down while his face pressed into my cheek. With a soft tone, he told me, “Think about what you should do when your top has you on your back. What do you think the bottom wrestler ought to do?”

“Should he use his legs like this?” I asked, picking my legs up and wrapping them around his rib cage. I dug my ankles into the small of his back and he gave me an approving smile.

“Great job, buddy,” he praised me, then I felt his warm breath flowing into my ear again. “What do you think happens next?”

“Do I use my arms to grab your neck?” I asked, gazing up at his face for a response.

“Well let's see how that goes, Simon,” he told me, then he let his grip on my wrists go and I reached up with both arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling my torso up so that we were nose to nose. I pivoted my hips a bit and felt my yearning rear end rub against his crotch, where I felt the outline of his throbbing erection against my buns.

“How's this, coach?” I asked, biting my lip as a swell of horny desire consumed my little body.

“That's exactly what a good bottom does when he's being topped,” Coach told me, then he pressed his lips to mine and his tongue snaked into my mouth. I let out a hot moan as Coach kissed me deep, then I felt his erection grinding into my ass and my desire started to overwhelm me.

Moments later, I had my gym shorts down and my ass in the air. My palms were pressed flat against the wrestling mat and my knees were digging into it while Coach lined his big dick up to my eager entrance and pushed in. He grabbed my hips and held on tight as he treated me to a forceful buttfuck in the middle of the gymnasium. I was moaning loudly, and quite femininely, while his pleasure stick probed the depths of my horny poop chute. I could feel a frantic but pleasurable warmth consuming my body as he fed me strokes of cock, spreading out rapidly as goosebumps broke out on my skin.

Out of nowhere, I felt a pulsing in my abdomen and midsection, then my bladder jumpd and I lost control. I tried to tell him that I was wetting myself but the sexual energy of our fuck was too powerful and I was in the midst of a tornado that left me speechless. I was faintly aware of the puddle that was growing under my body, then I felt it run between my knees and around my palms. In the back of my head, I knew Coach was aware of what happened, but he made no move to stop what he was doing.

Finally, after a fuck so intense that I completely lost track of time, Coach buried his pleasure stick up my ass and bred me, then he pulled it out and I collapsed in my own puddle of pee while he rubbed my back and kissed the back of my head.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asked, and I nodded as I tried to collect myself.

“I'm sorry I had an accident, Coach,” was all I could say between labored breaths, but he shushed me gently.

“Don't worry about it, Simon,” he whispered to me. “Why don't you go hit the showers? I'll be out on the track with the rest of the guys.”

“I'll hurry, Coach,” I promised him, and once again, he rubbed my back with a soothing touch.

“Take your time, Simon,” he told me. “We'll pick this up again tomorrow, okay?”

“Thank you, Coach,” I said, then I scrambled to my feet and shucked my shirt, using it to wipe up my puddle of pee before I hit the showers.

“You suck a really nice dick, buddy,” Principle Richard's praised me, running his fingers through my brown hair while I smiled around his bulbous glans. “You've been looking forward to wrapping your lips around this all day, haven't you?”

Without disrupting my pleasure filled sucking, I nodded my answer and moaned softly. The last bell had already sounded and kids were lined up in the car pool lane while others were getting on their bus to go home. Others were at the bike rack, unlocking their bikes and talking about their day. The rest of the kids were already crossing the street to walk home.

Happily for me, I was in the office with Principal Richards, enjoying a mouthful of hard cock. I had my left hand wrapped around the thick base of his dick, feeling his warm sack resting against the side of my pinky while I slid my lips all the way down his length. When my chin bumped against my hand, I released my grip and took the rest of it down my gullet. I could feel the crown of his prick in my experienced throat, teasing my uvula as I settled into a sensual deep throating.

“Damn, that feels so good, buddy,” he hissed, and I gazed up at him with grateful eyes. “You definitely know your way around a dick.”

I batted my eyes at him, then focused on the blowjob I was enjoying. The heat and girth of Mr. Richards' mancock was nothing short of intoxicating as I sheathed it with my throat. My lips, which were stretched tight around the base, were tingling as I traversed every vein that protruded along the meaty treat. There was a continuous stream of precum flowing from his slit, practically spouting from the end and pouring down the length, giving me the pleasure of catching it with my tongue and my spit covered lips so I could enjoy it.

With every downward motion of my head, I was swallowing around his prick, treating us both to the friction of a Grade A throat fuck. My chest was heaving up and down as I took stroke after stroke in my throat and used my tongue to appreciate every inch of his manhood. In my pants, my little dick was hard as steel and my tiny nut sack was bursting with pleasure. Further back, my gaping rear end was alive with desire while orgasmic energy coursed along its busy walls.

“You keep this up and you're going to have a load to swallow in no time flat,” he mused, then I felt his hand come to rest on the back of my head. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

I smiled around his prick and nodded my answer, casting my satisfied gaze up at him while I intensified the force of my swallowing. I felt his dick starting to get hotter in my mouth, and knew his orgasm wasn't far off. I used my hands to cup and caress his low hanging balls and he hissed sharply, then he spoke again.

“Shit, buddy, I'm about to cum,” he warned me, so I moaned to let him know how much I was looking forward to his load. I tightened the muscles in my throat again and felt my little body start to climb the heights of gay ecstasy as I prepared to receive Principal Richards' seed. He drew a sharp breath threw his teeth, then his ass raised up from the chair and I moaned sissily as I increased the speed of my deep throating.

Suddenly he grabbed the sides of my head with both hands and began thrusting on his own. I felt my little body take flight as he fucked my face forcefully, then he pushed my head all the way down on his dick and held it there. I felt his prick throb and his load erupted in the form of three luscious cum shots. It was so hot and thick, and I loved how it spurted with force from his dick and painted the lining of my throat, then poured down his stalk while I coughed around it.

I was in the grip of a powerful boygasm when he let my head go, and I instinctively resumed my frantic deep throating of his shaft. The pleasure was surreal as I took his length over and over again, and I felt so complete as I felt it throb in my throat and dominate me. When his cum stopped spurting, I made my next move by using my tongue to lap up every drop I could find. My head was spinning as I licked up and down his prick and hissed with pleasure.

When there was no more spunk to be found on his shaft, I ran my tongue through his thick mane of pubic hairs, looking for errant strands of cum. I had a gleaming smile on my face as I trapped a tuft of the wiry pubes between my lips and playfully sucked them like I was giving a hickey. We made eye contact and he affectionately caressed my soft cheek, then slipped his thumb between my lips. When he took it away, I ran my tongue around the diameter of his shaft, anxious for more of his pleasing sperm.

Next, I kissed my way down to his nuts and made love to them with my mouth. Much to my delight, I found a pool of his seed hiding in the well between his scrotum and his left thigh, and I quickly slurped it up and swallowed it. With my prize now in my tummy, I trapped his right nut in my mouth and gave it a sensual French kiss. I switched to the left nut and treated myself to another long, wet sucking of the low hanger before licking all the way back up to the tip of his shaft.

Finally, we heard the last bus pull away from the school and Mr. Richards eased me off of his equipment. I gave his big dick a final, grateful kiss on the slit, then I sat up and smiled at him while he reached out and ruffled my hair.

“Great job, buddy,” he said, and I felt my heart swoon as he took my hands in his. “I want to see you after school everyday. Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” I sighed with a dreamy inflection.

“Good boy,” he praised me, then he hiked his trousers and showed me out.

Coming next: Simon In The Study Hall