Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2021 13:07:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons: Redux 7 BALDWIN & SONS: REDUX 7 by Jon Royale October 2021 This, the first of the final four in the series, is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations between consenting individuals. It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. The astonishing development of Lucas Baldwin was like the metamorphosis of a butterfly, from non-descript egg to fuzzy caterpillar to beautiful winged creation. Once mop-headed, acne blemished, thin, gangly and socially awkward the boy, at sixteen, had finally come into his own. With the support of his ever-faithful brother Trey, his best friend Ollie (who'd gone through growing changes of his own) and newfound admiration from his father Lucas had made great strides over the past year in conquering his previous short-comings. Cosmetically, his often unmanageable thick, wavy dark blond hair was stylishly cut, his complexion nicely smooth after outgrowing teen acne and his once gawky body showing real promise from daily workouts with Trey in the family gym. Heretofore Lucas would rather have been up in his room reading, gaming or researching. But bonding with Trey had become all-important. And he was somewhat amazed---and pleased---at the result of their joint efforts. Although still somewhat introverted and not entirely confident the boy was certainly more sociable than before, especially at school. His biggest concession, and the root of most of his fears, was in the realization that his grossly oversized dick was nothing to be ashamed of. Fearful he suffered some horrendous abnormality he'd kept it hidden, even refusing mandatory showers after gym class for the dread of taunting. Now he paraded proudly, letting the big heavy thing swing from side to side, watching jaws drop and eyes gawk. Sure, fellow students ribbed him. Like Trey said, they were all envious. He came to be known around school as "horse cock" and wore the title with honor. Classmates, even upper classmen, who never paid attention to him before were now sidling up to be buddies. The attention felt good. Lucas' confidence grew. Every fear disappeared on Saturday evenings, where Lucas was star attraction at the notorious Baldwin "parties." In actuality it all began with the secret pay web site he and Ollie had collaborated on. At the time still ashamed of his boyhood Lucas was reluctant, but Ollie managed to persuade him. Lucas jerked off on camera to an ever increasing following. For diversification Ollie took to stroking Luke's big dick on camera, sucking it and even taking it up his ass a time or two. Strictly for the paying audience. Eventually the two enterprising techies presented feeds of the sexual shenanigans going on around the Baldwin manse. Recorded from hidden cameras they were careful to mask the features of the players. Unbeknownst to daddy Miles, jock brother Ryan and then-handyman Lombardo, they were all featured players on the site. It was the beginning of Luke's acceptance of his special gift. The parties, which were actually his brainstorm, cemented the deal. While it was one thing to perform to an anonymous audience, it was quite another doing it in the flesh. But the adoration cast upon him soon made Lucas comfortable. From his actions no one would guess that this seemingly confident teen had until recently suffered a lifetime of timidity. Sex had been the key to self-assurance. In his Junior year at high school Lucas was an intelligent and attentive student earning top grades. Of the four Baldwin boys he was the brain child. He excelled at every subject and made all his teachers proud. Most knew to take the boy aside and compliment him on his acumen because Lucas would be mortified if singled out to the entire class. Mr. Bowman, Physics, was among the Lucas admirers, although his interests ran far deeper than academics. Karl Bowman was a still-attractive forty-two years young, although suffering something of a midlife crisis. He had soft brown eyes although, like Lucas, visible only through spectacles. Poor Karl was rendered nearly blind without them. His face was always clean shaved, his chin strong and clefted. While his lips weren't exactly fleshy, neither were they flat and thin. His thick brunet hair was cut conservatively short and neatly parted on one side. His body was of medium build, toned but not overly worked out. His hairy legs, however, were extremely well-developed. The limbs muscular, thighs powerful and calves bunched. The globes of his backside were heavy and firm, filling out the seat of his trousers. Karl was a runner, always had been. During free period he was always outside running track, usually with Jarek Kowalski, Head Coach. The two had buddied up at the beginning of the school year. Home life for poor Karl was miserable. With their children, a boy and a girl, sprung from the nest and leading their own lives the senior Bowmans suddenly found themselves alone. And not quite sure what to do with it. They existed like strangers in their own home. Sandra Bowman had her own career and close girl friends to occupy her time. Karl had school, upkeep of the family homestead and a few casual neighborhood friendships. But left together they barely communicated. By mutual agreement Karl moved into son Thomas' abandoned room. Sandra came and went with barely a word to her husband. Left in a quiet, empty house that was once filled with the chatter of youthfulness Karl found himself becoming increasingly despondent. On one especially lonely night Karl took a huge leap and did something he'd never done before. He guiltily delved into the world of internet porn. Of course he'd known such things existed but was stunned by the scope of it all. Karl's long neglected dick was instantly hard. Chancing upon adult chat rooms he created an identity and excitedly read the lewd, lascivious comments being posted. There were topics for just about any proclivity. Out of curiosity he clicked into the Men for Men room. Cripes, it had been a long time---not since those few times in Junior High School---when he'd thought about that type of thing. Karl was titillated by the conversations, his cock dripping pre-cum like it hadn't in years. Some of the exchanges were so graphically vulgar that he felt almost ashamed to be reading them. Almost. He was startled when someone attempted to private message him. So enraptured was he in the entire thing that he hesitantly accepted. CitySlut4U claimed to be a guy a few years older than Karl looking for a fuck buddy. Wise enough to keep his identity secret (heaven forbid the School Board found him engaging in such activities) Karl claimed to be a married bisexual man in the suburbs. Soon another was messaging him. Then another. Karl played the game well into the night. He never committed to anyone or anything but it was the most fun he'd had in a long while. CitySlut told him of a private Club in nearby NYC he frequented where men engaged in anonymous sex and suggested Karl come by sometime. Although he couldn't ever do such a thing (could he?) Karl jotted down the address nevertheless. Several weekends later Sandra announced she was going to her sister's for the weekend. Karl found himself entirely alone and bored. Almost guiltily he fished the piece of paper from his wallet and, after a long period of contemplation, shaved, showered, dressed and slipped into his car for a drive to the city. He hadn't been there in quite some time. There was a time when he, Sandra and the children frequented the city seeing the latest show on Broadway, shopping in Times Square and dining in some of the wonderful ethnically varied restaurants. Now he was going there for an entirely different reason. Karl must have walked past the dark looking building located on the lower east side at least a dozen times before he finally mustered the courage to enter. Cracked cement stairs took him to the basement level and a large steel door. Karl nearly turned on his heels and ran off when he saw the burly looking guy manning his post there. On shaky legs he advanced, told the bruiser he received a web invitation, paid the fee and gained admittance. The place was every bit basement with unfinished cement block walls and dim lighting from single bulbs dangling from the ceiling at different intervals. Areas were created by cheap partitioning. There were the sounds and smells of sex everywhere. Karl's eyes flared when he spotted men being mounted on the bare floor, fucked up against the wall, some in duos, others in groups. It seemed the entire expanse of the building was being used for these sex games. Before long there were hands on his crotch and ass. His clothes were being removed. Karl swallowed hard, sweating as he was shoved back against a wall, his slacks ripped down and his cock devoured by a hungry mouth. Then another. It was if they were fighting for domination over his meat. Karl just leaned back against the cold cement and allowed them to feast on him. A black man, big and ugly, shoved the other two away, forced Karl to his knees and thrust his massive cock into his face. Karl hadn't sucked cock in over twenty-five years but he gave it his best effort. Big Blackie seemed to like it. Someone was licking his asshole. Karl had never had his ass eaten before. It felt fantastic. Blackie had enough, wanted to save himself for more fun, and some big hairy trucker type took his place. Cock wasn't as big as Blackie but it was nice and plump. Karl sucked it ravenously. Trucker was holding him by the sides of his head and fucking his face. Karl's glasses were askew. Trucker moved on. Hands were on him, lifting him, taking him somewhere. He was laid out on some raised slab. Pulled to the edge. A man. Dark. Maybe Italian. Lifted his legs. Shoved his cock into Karl's hole. Karl grunted. The man showed no mercy. He fucked. Someone squatting over him. Asshole coming down to sit on his face. Smelled ripe. Karl licked and slovenly sucked. Guido shuddered, came. Hot cum flooded Karl's asshole. Another took his place. Squatter shifted and shoved his prick down Karl's throat. Karl gagged, sputtered, took it. The one up his ass was cumming, adding to the batter. Then there was another. And another. Cocks to either side of his face now, both trying to get into his mouth. Jerking themselves. Thick, rich cum shooting all over his face, his specs, into his mouth. Karl swallowing. Loving the gamey taste. Afterward, filled with guilt and remorse, Karl swore to himself he'd never go back again. But two weeks later there he was. The beast in him had been unleashed and could not be contained. He needed to be fucked. He and Jarek had been running together for a little over two weeks before Coach caught him checking out his meat in the showers. The big-boned, stocky Pole fucked him right there in the locker room with his fat, heavy prick. By now Karl was a trained bottom and gave Kowalski as much as he was getting from the Coach's nine veiny inches. Nearly every school day they capped off their run with a shower and a fuck. It was after one particularly athletic session that Karl brought up "the rumor" to Kowalski. The Coach, of all people, would know the anatomical wonders of his students, after all. Word around school was that young Lucas Baldwin was hung like the proverbial horse. The good-looking, intelligent teen always sat up in the front row of his class slouched down in his seat, long legs stretched haphazardly in front of him. Karl had a difficult time keeping up with the lesson for his eyes were constantly drawn to young Lucas' crotch. Wondering. Being a Saturday night regular at the Baldwin manse, Jarek certainly knew of Lucas' freakish appendage. Without mentioning the weekly festivities Kowalski confirmed the gossip: Lucas Baldwin had a cock like a forearm. Karl was overcome with excitement. He just had to have that cock plundering his ravenous hole. Lucas wasn't exactly on Kowalski's radar; much as the kid had a wonder cock Jarek preferred the pleasures derived from the boy's older brothers. Still, the boy was within his orbit and, he believed, obtainable. It would really be a treat to see Karl Bowman skewered by the bestial cock of Lucas Baldwin. Sure, Karl was a slut but Kowalski wondered if he'd really be able to take it all. The sixth period class was going through their warm up exercises in the gymnasium under the direction of Clay Washington, the good-looking bi-racial Assistant Coach. Primed for a game of b-ball they took to selecting teams. When Lucas Baldwin's name was called Washington interjected. Baldwin would not be participating in today's activities. Lucas looked to Washington with curiosity on his young face. As the other boys took to the court Washington went over to the boy. Placing a big coffee-and-cream colored hand on Lucas' shoulder he said, "Relax, Luke. No worries. Coach wants to see you in his office." Still confused Luke trotted across the gymnasium to Coach Kowalski's inner sanctum. He rapped on the door and a deep, gruff voice commanded him to enter. Lucas stepped inside. The door silently shut behind him. Kowalski was comfortably seated behind his desk. Mr. Bowman, Lucas' Physics teacher, was perched on an edge of the desk. "Mr. Bowman," Lucas acknowledged, somewhat confused. Then, to Jarek, "Coach, you wanted to see me?" Kowalski stretched back in the swivel chair, cupped his hands behind his head and looked entirely satisfied with himself. He was a big boned man with a stocky body. Hair sprouted out from the top of his school issued t-shirt and on his thick, muscular legs exposed to the knee below the hem of his athletic shorts. "Not me that wants to see you," Coach announced. "It's Mr. Bowman here. He wants to get a look at your cock." "Jarek!" Karl admonished, wide-eyed with astonishment and embarrassment. "Mr. Bowman here has heard stories about your huge dick and wants to know if it's true," Kowalski went on. "Now I told him that you're a naturally gifted young man but Bowman wants to find out for himself. Don't you, Bowman?" "Well, I----" Karl stammered. "It's alright, Mr. Bowman," Lucas interrupted. The normally shy teen was suddenly in his comfort zone. Confidence was instantly unleashed. "You can see it. If you want." Karl swallowed hard. "I-I would. If it's alright with you." Lucas shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'no big deal.' Hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, snagging his jock strap at the same time, Lucas pulled them down to mid-thigh and stood up tall for his Physic Teacher's inspection. Karl's eyes bugged out of his head and his jaw dropped. The boy truly did have a mutant cock! The heavily hanging oddity had to be at least nine to ten inches of thick meat. Karl's mouth instantly watered imagining the dimensions it might ultimately fill out to. He gaped at the large head, resembling something more like some type of fruit on steroids, lifted up and the deep meaty lips parted as if sniffing out its prey. Karl's lower lip quivered and his knees buckled. He was thoroughly captivated. His legs felt anchored in cement as he stumbled forward toward his pupil. "C-Can I touch it?" he asked in a small voice. "Of course you can touch it, Bowman," Kowalski, annoyed, shot out at him. "He wouldn't have taken it out if he wasn't gonna let you touch it." Now close to Lucas and feeling suddenly timid Karl gingerly reached out with one hand and lifted the weighty member into his palm. Heat radiated from the beastly thing. Karl lightly squeezed and it instantly began to throb. He could feel the blood coursing through those veins steadily rising to the surface. When Karl rubbed a thumb over the piss slit the lips snapped out at him as if kissing the pad of his finger. Karl gasped. The lenses of his glasses were fogged and he was quivering from head to toe. He took hold of the gigantic piece with both hands and massaged it. It became heavier in his grasp, growing even larger. Huge, rope-like veins lifted in haphazard fashion all around its surface. The head swelled wider. The anatomical wonder was growing by inches to an incredible length. Ultra-thick, tree-like roots at its base kept it standing upright, although the mass swayed heavily from its own burden. Fully erect now at fifteen gargantuan inches it was ready for action. "Damn," Kowalski muttered. Although he'd seen it before he was nonetheless impressed. Groping the growth in the front of his shorts he slid even lower in his seat. All assurance now, Lucas took Bowman by the back of his neck and pushed him down to his knees. Looking the amazing boy cock right in the eye Karl tried unsuccessfully to wrap his sweaty palm around its girth. Quickly realizing Lucas' was a two-fister he ran both hands up, down and over the pulsating surface. Karl's lower lip quivered as he worked the most stupendous cock he'd ever had the privilege to fondle. The scent of boy sex emanating from the majestic beauty was intoxicating. That young one teen should have so much meat was utterly astounding. His own son had less than half the mighty cock Lucas Baldwin sported. He'd seen it. Once. Unexpectedly walked in on Daniel when he was about sixteen, pulling his pud out in the garage. Karl had made a hasty, apologetic retreat. Long after, he entertained fantasies of sucking his boy's gorgeous dick. Of bending over and allowing Daniel to plow his hairy asshole. Being bred by his son, taking Daniel's teen cum up his hole when not swallowing it down his gullet. The fantasy had not become reality. Not yet, at least. Still, every time a pert white dick produced itself through a glory hole Karl imagined it to be Daniel and sucked with the same lusty fervor he would if it indeed had been. "What are you waiting for, Bowman? Suck that big dick!" It was Kowalski. The husky Coach had released his burgeoning meat from the confines of his school issued athletic shorts and was stroking it while he chewed on the end of a cigar. Coach had a truly awe-inspiring rod of eight-and-a-half inches---nine if he really liked you---with a big bulbous head. His balls were loaded in a big, heavy and hairy sac ready to discharge for any honored recipient. For the past ten of his nearly twenty years on the job he'd seeded his share of young athletes. While Lukie's brother Ryan was his favorite piece of ass Jarek had a hankering to sink his sausage into the older brother, Trey. Although that one seemed to think his hole was out of bounds Kowalski had broken more than one hold out. The key to breaching the college boy's pristine pussy was in his insatiable desire for playing pro ball. If Jarek could convince Trey he had influence over that recruiter, Branson was his name, the desperate jock might just spread those luscious quarterback thighs for him. The possibility had Kowalski's piss hole flaring wide and oozing excited fuck sauce. Sliding his hairy ass lower in the seat Kowalski stroked his dick more feverishly and ordered, "Suck that fuckin' dick!' Karl looked at Luke's monstrous appendage through uncertain, yet lustful, eyes. His tongue lolled out, the tip touching the heated surface of the boy's tremendous cock head. Whimpering like a first-timer Karl glided all over the engorged knob, slickening it down and making it glisten with his drool. Using both hands he pumped the mighty shaft while running his tongue over the dome, licking the huge ridge, underside cleft and gliding over the wide slit. Karl could swear the big fleshy lips were a mouth of their own, suctioning against his working tongue. Spreading his lips over the head of the monstrosity he managed to capture it all in his mouth. While his upper and lower snapped under the thick ridge he slovenly sucked on the fruit-sized knob while heatedly pumping the shaft. He whimpered yet again when a wave of tasty, fresh teen pre-cum surged up from the boy's pisshole and favored his palate. Swishing it around in his mouth hole he savored the taste. His experiences at sex clubs and out-of-town glory holes had primarily been with types older---some far older---than this boy. Karl was delighted for his first time by the invigorating flavor of pubescent cock juice and piggishly gorged himself on each surge. Boldly taking Karl by the back of his head Lucas began to move his slim hips back and forth, gliding the hugely molded head in and out of the man's wide open mouth. He breathlessly watched his teacher's lips extend outward as he pulled back, then pucker when he slipped back inside. Lucas was highly aroused having Mr. Bowman there on his knees in front of him slobbering over his cock. He would never---could never have---approached the educator on his own. He was still too timid for that. But, bored with lectures he already fully comprehended, his mind had indeed wandered and often Mr. Bowman was the object of his daydreams. He wondered if, by chance, the Psychics instructor might have secretly been a "follower" on his now-defunct webcam site and seen him stroking his colossal cock to climax. Although not highly probable, it still was a possibility. Over the past year Lucas learned no man was beyond suspect. Fighting apprehension he'd managed some subtle moves in the classroom. Hunkering down in his front row seat, throwing his legs lazily out and submitting attention to his crotch. Resting his hand high up on his inner thigh. Once even managing to "casually" grope his bulge, praying none of his classmates witnessed the display. Blushing at his actions. A few times he thought Mr. Bowman had seen. The instructor became visibly nervous, stammering over his lecture and readjusting his specs. Instantly regretting his actions, Lucas sat upright in his seat and hoped he wouldn't find himself in deep trouble. Little worry, though. Principal Weathers was a regular at the Baldwin manor and more than once had his pudgy ass pounded by Lukie's trunk. Now Lucas knew. The man he had innocently teased was as hungry a cocksucker as the rest. No longer the conservative instructor, Bowman was contentedly licking, sucking and even attempting to swallow Lucas' horsecock. He snorted and slobbered all over it taking one inch, then another between his overtaxed lips. Seeing his glasses fogged over and lopsided on the bridge of his nose Lucas courteously removed them from the man's face. Spec-less, Mr. Bowman was actually a handsome middle aged man. Licking his lips Lucas grew even more aroused. Karl slobbered all over the miraculous length of Lucas' dick, running his tongue along the distended, rope-like veins and polishing it from head to root until it glistened. Confident---and amazed---that the gigantic, heavy thing could stand up on its own Karl dove into the set of smooth low hangers dangling below. Befitting the rest of his goods Lucas' abundant sac contained a pair of eggs as big as lemons full, Karl was certain, with sweet teen cream. "Suck them hot teen nuts!" Kowalski commanded from across the way. He was more excitedly stroking his big coach rod and had rolled his school issued t-shirt up under his ripe armpits so he could yank and squeeze on his meaty tit nubs. "Lick 'em! Chew 'em! Do 'em like you do my big hairy balls, you filthy cocksucker!" It turned Karl on to be verbally abused by a hunky man like Kowalski while engaging in his favorite pastime. He was more than happy to oblige, just as he'd been that time Jarek sprung Clay Washington on him. He had no idea what Kowalski had in store for him when he anxiously entered the Coach's office for their "appointment". Relaxed back behind his desk much as he was now Kowalski ordered him to strip down. Karl, as always, obeyed his often-times demanding master. Kowalski pulled out his fat dick. Just as Karl was about to go for it the door to the Coach's private bathroom just behind him opened and out stepped the assistant Coach, fresh from a shower. Both were surprised at the other's presence. Clayton paused in toweling himself dry, his chocolate eyes at first appraising the usually mild-mannered Physics teacher and then questioningly resting on Kowalski. Jarek directed him to suck his assistant's dick. It looked to be a nice chunk of black stud meat indeed, already growing at the prospect of some attention. Still Karl was wary. But when Washington tossed aside his towel and smiled seductively from under his well-manicured goatee Karl dropped to his knees. He worked the newly married assistant Coach's prick up to its full ten glorious inches and sucked for all his worth. He ate out the bi-racial stud's freshly washed asshole and then laid across the desk on his belly while Washington skillfully fucked his manhole. Just when Clayton was seeding him deeply Jarek rose from behind his desk and pumped a hefty load of cum over his face, coating the lenses of his glasses with the heavy stuff. Once again following Coach's order, Karl went to town on Lucas' goodie bag. His lick-stick swept over and around the surface of the nicely smooth scumbag. The entire package was just too large to fit into his mouth but Karl did his best to service each orb individually. His tongue tingled as he suckled each loaded nut while running his hands up, up, seemingly forever up and then down the kid's massive flesh pole. He was snorting like a hog and his adult face was joyously flushed while he eagerly feasted between Lucas' teen thighs. "Enough with the warm up," Coach's deep gravelly voice interjected. "Sixth period'll be over soon and the l'il studs'll be comin' in to shower up." Pre-cum had oozed over his working hand while he stroked himself to the action. Pausing for a moment to lick the sauce from his paw he then went on, "Let's get to the fuckin'. Bowman, get your ass up on this desk!" Karl appraised the boy's humongous rod, swaying there like a King Cobra ready to strike out at its prey and leaking teen spirit in a steady stream. "I-I don't know, Coach," he stammered. "He's so---so---gloriously BIG!" "All the pounding you take at those sex clubs has loosened you up more than enough," Coach scoffed. "You got the makings of a real pussy down there. I sure as shit know all about that." Karl flinched at the bold revelation. It was one thing for Coach to know about his extracurricular activities but quite another for one of his students to be made privy. Sensing the teacher's sudden unease Lucas reassured him. "Y-you don't have to if you don't want to, Mr. Bowman." "He wants to, boy," Kowalski chimed in, chewing excitedly on the end of his cigar at the prospect of witnessing the man skewered by Lucas' driller. Karl looked up past the cock at the beautiful boy and rose from his kneeling stance. Stripping himself bare he took Lucas' dick in hand and led him over to the desk. With one sweep of his strong, hairy arm Kowalski cleared the surface. Karl hopped up on it and then lay back. Raising his legs and grasping them from the crook behind his knees he sluttishly spread himself wide. Coach reached inside a drawer, located his handy lube and tossed it to Luke, who caught it in midair. After liberally greasing his pole Lucas applied two slick fingers to Bowman's bull's eye and worked them inside. Bowman's hole greedily gobbled them up. Stroking himself while fingering the grasping hole Lucas knew Coach was correct: Mr. B was ripe for fucking. Karl whimpered when Lucas pressed that large cockhead against his twitching ass lips. Through the spread of his legs he watched expectantly as the teen prepared to nail him. Lucas' eyes were on the point of contact, his total concentration focused on fitting himself inside. Pushing at the precise moment the asshole opened enough to allow him entry Lucas' gigantic knob popped into Bowman's inner heat. Bowman twisted and groaned on the end of the huge dick, his hole chewing on the fruit-sized head. Having paused momentarily Lucas resumed feeding his rod to the ravenous hole. Inching his way up inside he observed the slick pink lips stretching wider and wider around his anal invader. Still, he continued onward. Every inner ripple pulsed against his sensitive rod as he bored his way through. Bowman was valiantly taking it all. Although it felt like a pole was being wedged up his ass he managed to alternately clutch, then relax against the huge meat. Although just last weekend he'd been fucked simultaneously by two big cocks, one white, the other black, it was nothing compared to the heavy muscle of Lucas Baldwin. A low, almost painful grunt forced itself up from his guts and caused him to gnash his teeth when he felt the blunt knob of the horse cock break through his inner sphincter. The lad seemed determined to feed him every inch of the thing! Karl didn't think it was possible although, it appeared, he was soon to find out. Lucas had learned the limits of a man's endurance and paused at just shy of his last three fat inches. With a foot of boy meat resting inside the vise-like grip of his hole Bowman panted hoarsely. He felt the huge, heavy log pulsating deep in his belly. The anticipation was nearly driving him mad. No matter the pain and suffering it might cause he just had to have that monster cock pounding him. Was Lucas deliberately holding out on him? Prolonging his agony? The sweet, sensitive and socially awkward boy couldn't be that cruel! Could he? "Fuck me!" Karl groaned, looking up at the tousle-haired teen with desperation clearly marked in his eyes. "Fuck me, Lucas!" Obeying his teacher Lucas slid his fuck unit nearly out, then immediately pushed back in with one long stroke. Out, then in. Again and again, each time quicker than the last. Karl moaned, Karl groaned. Karl dropped his head back over the edge of the desk and rolled it from side to side. No matter how much cock he'd taken since his awakening he'd never felt anything quite like this. He could literally feel every beat of Lucas' young heart through the magnificent, almost beastly cock skewering him. To his astonishment he was taking nearly the whole cock with each easy shove from the boy. And then he was taking it all. Lucas drove further and those last couple of inches broke through whatever barrier had previously held back. Lucas was fucking him full-length, his teen pubes tickling Karl's wide-spread ass lips with each thrust. He was being utterly destroyed by over fifteen inches of massive teen cock! Enough with sitting on the sidelines watching the action, Kowalski wanted in on the game. Rising from his seat he grasped Bowman by the side of his dangling head and shoved his fat tool into the man's gaping maw. Bowman choked and bellowed, whether from Coach's rude intrusion, Lucas' gut-wrenching thrusts or a combination thereof was not entirely certainly. Kowalski didn't treat his younger charges with kid gloves so he certainly wasn't about to go easy on a fellow faculty member. He packed Karl's jaws with his thick hunk of mancock, quickly shoving it into the moist sleeve of his gasping throat. Nine inches of formidable meat soared in and out of Bowman's gullet, its fat gnarled veins making for a bumpy ride. Kowalski showed no mercy, diving in until his dense growth of crotch hair was mashed up against Karl's upturned chin and his big set of loaded gonads flush with the man's tearing eyes. He held it there, making the slut Physics teacher gulp and suffer before pulling back, allowing barely a moment's reprieve before he filled the mouth hole again. And again. With their faces barely a breath away Kowalski observed young Lucas, who was becoming as much a looker as his older brothers. The boy's eyes were glazed over with lust, truly in fuck paradise. Although it was quite a while ago Kowalski remembered how it was for him at that age, desperate to shove dick into whatever was available and blow his rocks. He almost envied Lucas's youth knowing how, at that age, he could fuck for hours. Not that Jarek was a man without stamina, but the dick never seemed to go down back in the day. Popping the first load was just a prelude to the next. These young bucks had no idea that these were the best years of their sexual lives. Impulsively he reached out and rolled one of Lucas' tit nubs between his stubby thumb and index finger. Lucas' heavy lidded eyes fluttered open and he moaned appreciatively at the unexpected touch. The Coach's warm breath washed over his face. "Fuck him, boy. Fuck him hard," Kowalski gutturally commanded. And Lucas, attentive student that he was, obeyed. The freakish, pulsing dick shoved up and out of Karl Bowman's ass in deep stabbing thrusts, matched only by the hairy dick tearing up his throat. He panted wildly, even squealed like a hog, almost certain the two would meet somewhere inside his ravaged body. Lucas fucked like a boy gone wild, slamming every bit of his substantial meat deep into the teacher's guts. Bowman's wrecked asshole gaped widely open, its elasticity destroyed, allowing the boy to freely ravage him. With the exuberance of youth, and coaxing by Coach, Lucas delivered. The once-timorous teen took complete possession of Bowman's hot hole. His fuck shoves were so forceful as he drove his monster dick through the writhing ass that Kowalski swore he felt it through his own cock. The kid was on fire! With big thick dick continually battering his prostate Karl's adult dick twitched once too often and jets of cum shot out over his straining chest. "Fuck yeah, shoot that fucking load, you filthy cock slut!" It was Coach egging him on. "Fuck him harder, Baldwin. Fuck all the cum right out of his nuts!" Bowman shouted. He bellowed. He thrashed about on the desk top while the huge dick continued to pound his button, making him squirt more than ever before. Young and randy as he was, with Bowman's insides going berserk on him, ultimately Lucas reached the limit of his endurance. Panting wildly while his slim body quivered Lucas cried out, yanking his dick from the clutching cavern. Youthful cream arced clear across the writhing man's body to splatter against Coach's hairy chest. Coach hastily scooped it up with his sausage-sized fingers and slovenly growled as he devoured it. With his mouth agape and head tossed back Lucas fisted his meat. The meaty lips gaped, producing wave after wave of hot cum. It coated Bowman's torso and comingled with the man's own load. Directing his enormous cockhead to the undulating asshole Lucas plunged himself back in, seeding the teacher with the last surges of his orgasm. Observing the kid's final action set Coach off. Gritting his teeth and squelching his eyes he pulled his heavily pulsating prick from Bowman's tight throat and dropped his load directly into the man's mouth. Hot torrents of man semen flooded Bowman's face hole. Karl greedily swallowed the heady stuff, yet still some escaped the corners of his mouth and ran down his cheeks. Even when Coach had unloaded Karl continued to lick and suck as if afraid he'd miss one precious drop. "Look at you, you filthy whore. You look like a fuckin' cum dump," Coach admonished the teacher. "Get in my shower and clean yourself off!" Relieved of dick from both ends a highly satiated Karl nodded his head and meekly obeyed. Gathering up his clothes, and with one last appreciative look at Lucas, he went off to Coach's private bath. From beyond the blind-covered windows they could hear the gym class filing into the locker room where they would strip down and shower up before next period. Lucas bent to retrieve his jock strap and shorts when Coach interrupted. "Where you think you're goin', boy? We're not done here yet." Knitting a brow, Lucas looked at Coach quizzically. Kowalski came around in front of the desk. Hauling his beefy body up onto the surface Bowman had just abandoned he leaned back, raised and spread his hairy legs and exposed his adult asshole. Fingering it lewdly he commanded, "Now get over here and fuck me with that big dick!"