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Subject: The Fireman's Son Chapter 34

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 34 – Tuesday and Wednesday

	The assembly was held in place of first period classes. Principal
Atkins explained about the program that had been mandated by the School
Board and information sheets that listed the different projects that had
been chosen with general descriptions of what they involved were handed
out. The principal announced the names of some of the teachers who had
already volunteered to be sponsors of the projects, as they were still
calling them. Coach Henderson had volunteered to co-sponsor with
Mr. Jones. The principal also announced the names of some students,
including Steve's, who had already been asked or had volunteered to work
with certain sponsors.
	After the assembly, as they were going to their next class, Roy
Atkins, the principal's son, asked Steve why he had volunteered to be on
Mr. Jones's project. "He's a great guy. He held me back yesterday because
he thought I wasn't paying attention. When I explained that I had already
studied the syllabus so my mind was wandering a little, but assured him I
was really looking forward to his class he seemed really pleased. We talked
some about the course and his experiences practice teaching and I liked him
more and more. Later in the day I was called to your dad's
office. Mr. Jones was there and your dad said he had asked for me to be on
his team. I jumped at the chance and said yes."
	"From the information on the sheet, it looks like his team will be
doing yard work and cleanup and repairs for some of the old folks in
town. You think that'll be worthwhile and interesting?"
	"It oughtta be okay, better than handing out books or helping at
the library or old folks home. Because of my dad's work schedule at the
Fire Department, I take care of all the yard stuff at my house, and I've
helped him with some minor repairs around the place. We've helped out an
old lady who lives down the street a few times. It'll be hard work, but
it'll help keep us in shape. Besides it will be great to get to know
Mr. Jones better and Coach Henderson is a great guy. We couldn't have two
better sponsors. You thinking about volunteering?"
	"Yeah! I think I will, if they'll have me. I'll talk to my dad
tonight."
	"That'll be great. I wonder who else will volunteer."
	Steve was secretly glad Roy wanted to be a part of the team. They
had been friends, not close friends, since junior high. Roy was one of his
classmates he had noticed just yesterday who had grown and developed over
the summer. He had shot up so he was taller than Steve and his muscles were
larger. His cock had filled out and lengthened and there was a noticeable
patch of dark hair in the middle of his chest that ran down his flat
stomach to his bushy pubes. Like Steve he wasn't on any of the teams, but
was good in gym class and pick-up games at the park. He was also active in
the Boy Scout Troop.
	As they parted, Steve was thinking, `I wouldn't mind sucking his
cock. I wonder if he's started fucking yet. I think he was dating a couple
of girls last spring, but I haven't seen him with a special girl. I didn't
see him that much this summer. I think he went to a Scout jamboree and the
family spent the summer away, at a university where his dad was taking some
advanced courses. He may have gotten a steady fuck there, but she wouldn't
be from here.'
	Lunch period came and Steve again ate with some friends his same
age, Roy among them, while Jim sat with the baseball team. After he
finished, Steve made his way to the boys' restroom in the back hall like
yesterday. This time he was the first to arrive. He went into the end stall
where he had sucked Jim's cock the day before and waited. A few minutes
later the door opened and to Steve's surprise Jake Swenson stood there with
his cock hanging out of his jeans.
	"Surprise faggot! Ready to suck some dick? Jim's got tied up with
Cindy Hopper; boy that girl can talk without taking a breath. The only way
to shut her up is to fill her mouth with a big cock. But we know you're
hungry for cock, and we didn't want to disappoint you. Come on out we've
got plenty for you!" He reached in and pulled Steve out of the
stall. Grouped around him were Stephen Jackson, Sammy James and three other
members of the baseball team. "On your knees and open up, cocksucker. We
don't have all day. Suck!" he demanded as he pushed Steve down and shoved
his hard cock into the younger boy's mouth.
	"Watch the door, Walt," he heard Jackson say. "You'll get your
turn."
	For the next twenty minutes Steve sucked one jock baseball player
after another, taking all their loads of cum. It was sort of exciting
sucking on all their big bats in the restroom, wondering what they would do
if somebody came in. When they were all finished and had put their cocks
back in their pants, Steve was still kneeling on the floor.
	"Better get up and get to class, faggot," Jake said as the players
went out just as the warning bell rang.
	Steve made it to his next class just in time. The rest of the day
was uneventful. He did see Jim just as they were going in their different
locker rooms last period. The older boy said, "Sorry I couldn't make it at
lunch time. See you this afternoon after practice?"
	Steve said, "Sure." As he was headed out to the field with his gym
classmates, Coach Thomas stopped him and told him it was okay for him the
report to Mr. Thomas instead of coming to gym the next few days. After a
good, hard game of soccer, Coach Henderson sent them in to shower and
change back into their regular clothes. Some of the boys just went home in
their gym clothes. Steve was glad to see Roy stripping off his shorts and
t-shirt. He wanted to get another look at his classmate's big cock and body
hair.
	"You hittin' the showers?" Roy asked as he stepped out of his strap
and picked up his towel.
	"Yeah, want to get this sweat and grass off me." It had been a
rough game and all the boys had spent time on the grass.
	The two boys walked together into the shower room. There were a
dozen or so of their classmates already there. The usual horsing around was
going on, grab-assing, cocks flopping, ribald remarks, joking invitations:
"anybody want to suck my cock," "wanna feel a real cock," "I'll get it hard
for you."
	"Listen to those clowns. You'd think they were still in junior
high," Roy said as he and Steve took two showerheads away from the others
and began soaping their sweaty bodies.
	"Yeah, they'd probably shit if anybody took `em up on it," Steve
said with a chuckle as he discretely stared at Roy's big cock. It almost
looked like it was plumping up some. `No, that couldn't be,' he thought as
he turned his back on the other boy to rinse the soap from his front, fully
aware of the rising state of his own cock. He sensed movement behind him
before he felt hands on his shoulders.
	"Here let me get your back, then you can do mine." Steve relaxed as
he felt Roy's big hands massaging the soap into his back, down to his ass
with a quick swipe down his ass crack and then, as the other boy squatted
down, his legs and feet. "There! Now rinse and you can do me. That's one of
the things we learn in scouts: Always be ready to help out a buddy."
	Steve finished doing Roy and the two boys rinsed a final time,
grabbed their towels and left the showers. There were still three or four
boys horsing around in the corner. Steve was curious. `Was there anything
going on between those classmates.' The two went to their lockers and
toweled off, exhibiting their taut, young bodies without a thought of
embarrassment. Just as they were getting into their clothes, Coach
Henderson came into the locker room.
	He was dressed in a pair of skimpy nylon shorts that left nothing
to the imaginations of the two boys. His trim muscular body was covered
with a nice layering of sandy brown hair that matched his crew cut. He was
still damp from the shower he had taken in the coaches'' office. Under the
thin fabric of the shorts it was easy to see the outline of his big cock
and floppy balls. "Good!" he said. "You two are ready to go. All I have to
do now is corral those jackoffs in the showers and get them out of here so
I can go home. See you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, glad to have you two on
the team with Mr. Jones and me!"
	The two left and headed for the bicycle racks. "I see you're still
riding, too."
	"Yeah, I could ride with my dad, but this gives me more
freedom. With my older brother in college and needing a car to get to his
job we can't afford another one, even on a principal's salary. He's trying
for a scholarship. If he gets it he won't have to work, and the car might
come home but I don't know if I'd want to drive it to school."
	"I like riding my bike. I think my parents might be thinking about
getting me a car, but like you said, a bicycle lets you go places you
couldn't go in a car and, besides, it's good exercise."
	"Yeah, that too. See you tomorrow."
	Steve watched Roy ride off in the opposite direction. He knew the
Atkins lived on the other side of the school. Then he headed for the
park. When he got there, he made for the concession stand, eager for the
two cocks that were waiting for him there. He could see Greg and Officer
Jones behind the counter. The policeman wasn't in uniform. As he got closer
he could see the young man was wearing a skin-tight t-shirt emblazoned with
the logo "The Police Are Your Friends – Help Them Protect You."
	Steve parked his bike in the rack and walked up to the stand. "What
can we get for you, little man?" Jones asked with a grin, as he leaned over
the counter.
	Steve responded with an answering grin, "I'd like two big sausages
in a bun."
	"I think we can accommodate you with that, if you will just crawl
under the counter. Two big sausages coming up! You will have to provide the
buns, though."
	"I can do that," Steve said as he got under the counter and was
confronted by two big hard cocks sticking out from the two men's
flies. "But first let me test the flavors." He took Greg's cock in his
mouth and sucked, slurping around with his tongue. "Uhmm gooood!" he said
as he pulled off. "Now let me test the other one." After sucking on the
young policeman's hard club for a few minutes, he pulled off and said, "I
think the buns are ready, which sausage is going in first?"
	"Bosses first," the younger man said as he opened the door to the
back room. The man and boy went in and Jones closed the door behind them.
Steve immediately dropped his trousers and stepped out of them.
	"It's not busy today. You got time for a slow one?" Greg asked.
	"Sure," Steve said as he pulled off his shirt and bent down to grab
his ankles. "Whatever you want."
	Greg went down on his knees and pulled the cheeks of the boy's ass
apart. "Oh, yeah, been wantin' to do this. Pretty pink hole. Just wisps of
curly hair. Just like a young girl's pussy." He pressed his face into the
cleft and kissed Steve's asshole and then poked it with his tongue. "Clean
and sweet. You must have just showered."
	"Yeah, after gym class. You like my pussy? Some of the guys I know
like to eat my pussy. They say, if you fuck it, you gotta eat it."
	"Smart guys. Eatin' pussy's one of my favorite things," he said as
he began kissing, sucking and slobbering all over Steve's little bud. Then
his tongue hardened and he pushed it in, fucking in and out as he sucked.
	"Oh fuck! That feels good," the boy moaned.
	After a few minutes of savoring Steve's sweet cunt, Greg stood up
and dropped his shorts. Taking hold of the bent-over boy's hips in his big
hands, he lined his hard ramrod up against the spit-slick, relaxed hole and
pushed in forcefully. "Oh fuck! What a tight hole! Shit, I wish my wife's
pussy was this tight! I don't know how you keep it so tight with all the
fucking you do. Have you been fucked today?"
	"No this is my first one today. School sort of cuts down my
opportunities. I did suck off some of the baseball players at lunch, but no
fucking."
	"You're gonna get fucked now! Fucked good, rough and deep! I'm in
the mood to really tear this ass up!" Greg growled, and he proceeded to do
just that. Hard, deep thrusts of his thick pole, followed by grindings
around deep inside the boy's welcoming body, the big knob battering the
walls of Steve's guts as at the same time the man's coarse bush scrubbed
across the sensitive lips of his ass-pussy. Over and over again the invader
demanded accommodation and searched for new crevices to explore.
	"Oh yeah! Fuck me, Greg! Fuck me with that big rod! Fuck! It feels
good! Rough fucker! So strong! I bet you don't fuck your wife like this!"
	"Fuck no! Only a little faggot slut like you gets this treatment!
Yeah, a man needs a whore like you every no and then to give him what he
really needs!"
	With an explosive burst of cum, the man began to fill Steve's
insides with his load. "Feels good! Fill me with your cum. I can feel it
pumping out into my guts. You must've needed it bad."
	"Yeah. It was a slow day. I was getting' bored. This tight ass is
just what I needed. But I bet Perry is anxious to get into it, too" Greg
said as he pulled his softening cock out. Steve immediately whirled around
and dropped to his knees to take it into his mouth and clean it off. "He'll
find it nice and lubed ready for his big fucker. He told me the other day
he likes seconds. Likes plowing his club into a hot, tight cunt already
full of another guy's load. He and a couple of his buddies on the force
like to screw the same cunt together. He figures they'll like a tight
asshole just as much."

	His cock cleaned and tucked back into his shorts, Greg opened the
door and after looking for any customers said, "He's all yours, lubed up
and ready for you."
	Officer Jones took his place at the door, "Thanks, mate. Be back in
a few," and stepped in closing it behind himself. Steve had turned around
and was on all fours with his head down and his cute round ass up in the
air. "Just like I like my cunts," the young policeman said as he opened his
jeans and pushed them down to the floor, "all ready and lubed for my big
cock. You ready to get fucked by a randy policeman?"
	"Oh, yes, sir. Fuck me with the big cock club of yours. Greg's got
me all warmed up for you. Ram it in! Ram it in all the way, hard!" Officer
Jones did just that. Skinning off his t-shirt and getting on his knees
behind the begging boy, he aimed his hardon at the swollen pink pussy and
jammed it in; squishing through the still-hot load Greg had just finished
depositing and bottoming out deep inside the moaning teen.
	"Shit! That's good pussy! Work it! Work that pussy on my big
cock. Show me how much you like it! Squeeze that ass! Make me welcome in
there!" the young cop demanded as he bent over and reached around to pull
Steve up against his hairy body. Running his big hands over the boy's chest
and down into his crotch, he grabbed hold of his hard cock and balls. "Nice
one. You oughtta be fucking with this nice hard dick, but instead you're
getting' fucked. This is what you like, isn't it? This is what turns you
on, a big man's cock fucking you up the ass."
	"Oh, yes, Officer! This is what makes my clit hard, a real man
fucking my pussy."
	"Your clit? Is that what this is, your clit? It's the biggest clit
I every felt. Does it make you hot to have a man play with your clit like
this? Do your men ever chew on your clit? Lick on your hard clittie and
make you cum?"
	"Sometimes. Sometimes when they're eating my pussy they'll lick on
my clit. They don't make me cum, but it makes me feel good, makes me want
them to fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck my pussy hard and deep!"
	"Hmmm, maybe we'll try that sometime. Maybe sometime I'll give your
clittie a real working over," he said as his hands moved up to Steve's
chest and cupped it, his tough-skinned palms rubbing against the hard
little nipples. "Does that make you feel good? A man's hands on your tits,
cupping them, playing with them?" he said as he pinched Steve's nipples
with his thumb and finger, pulling them out and rolling them around. "You
like to have your titties played with? Just like a girl?"
	"Oh yes," Steve moaned, his head thrown back on his fucker's
shoulder.
	"You're one of my girls, aren't you? A sexy little girl with my big
cock fucking into her pussy, my hands playing with her clit and teasing her
little nips. You like being my girl?"
	"Oh, god yes," Steve moaned. "Treat me like your girl, fuck me,
play with my clit and titties."
	"I bet you'd like to be a girl for some of my policeman
buddies. Would you like to be put in the back seat of my patrol car and
fucked by me and my buddies? Taken to the woods and bent over the hood of
the car and fucked. I got some buddies I share with. Would you like me to
share you with them?"
	"Oh yeah! Anything! Anything you want."
	"What about if we took you to that abandoned restroom in the woods,
Oh yeah Roger told me about that! and gangbanged you? How many cops do you
think you could take on?"
	"Anybody! However many you wanted."
	"Did you like getting gangbanged by those basketball studs back up
there in the woods?"
	"Yes! Yes! I loved it!"
	While this questioning had been going on, Officer Jones had been
fucking Steve as he held him up against his chest, playing with him, giving
him the third degree. Short strokes deep inside then halfway out, jabbing
his hard cock in and out, stirring up all the cum Greg had
deposited. Tiring of the game, he pushed the boy down and started a full-on
hard fucking; ramming all the way in and then pulling out until only his
glans was still inside. A few times he pulled out all the way, his entire
cock popping out before he rammed it forcefully back in.
	"Umuph! Umuph! Fuck! Here it comes! Another load to fill your cummy
whore cunt," he shouted as he rammed full in and began to shoot huge spurt
after spurt of hot cum cannoning into the prone boy's ass chute, deep into
his guts. Ended, he slumped down on top of Steve, pressing him into the
floor and the puddle of his own cum he had shot as he was being filled with
the young cop's load.
	Recovering, Officer Jones stood up and reached down for his
shirt. Steve immediately rose and turned around and, like a good whore,
took the policeman's softened cock in his mouth to clean it off.
	"That was good, boy. Here, take this rag and clean up the mess you
made on the floor and wipe yourself off," Jones said as he pulled on his
jeans and left.
	Steve cleaned up and went out. "Thanks, guys. I gotta get home," he
said as he slipped under the counter and went to his bike.
	Arriving at his house, Steve took a quick shower and clean-out
before sitting down at his desk to do his school work. A little while later
his phone buzzed, and it was Jim.
	"Mom is at a Library Board meeting and Dad's working late, can you
come over. I'm so horny I'm about to bust."
      After calling his mom and being reminded that his dad would be home
later in the evening, Steve headed over to Jim's. Like before his best
friend met him at the kitchen door nearly naked. Steve immediately went
down on his dominant friend. As soon as Steve had his buddy's cock in his
mouth, Jim took complete control, grasping his head in his strong hands and
ramming his cock all the way in and down into his cocksucker's throat. He
set up a fast pace, fucking in and out of Steve's mouth and throat, only
letting up slightly when he sensed the boy kneeling before him was fighting
for breath. Soon, he tensed up as he began to shoot directly down Steve's
throat into his belly. After the first couple of spurts, he pulled back
slightly so he shot the rest of his load into his friend's sucking mouth.
      After shooting the last of his cum into Steve's mouth, Jim continued
to hold onto his head. His softened cock was just resting on Steve's tongue
as he looked down. Their eyes locked, and he said, "Sunday you wanted this,
you want it now?" Steve just barely nodded. "Okay, cocksucker, here it
comes." He relaxed and his hot, salty piss began to flow and then gushed
into the sucking mouth of his best friend who swallowed every drop. As
Steve continued to suck, Jim pulled out and shook the last drops on the
upturned face of the boy kenneling before him.
	"That was good, buddy. I'm glad you wanted to do that. Now let's
get upstairs. I want some more of that tight ass."
	For the next couple of hours, Steve taught Jim how to fuck him in
every position he knew of. Jim was a fast learner and before they quit, he
had filled Steve's ass with three loads of baseball player cum.
       During one of the intervals when the older jock was recharging, he
said, "Jake told me about the guys making you blow them at lunch time. They
set me up with Cindy Hopper, so I couldn't get there. Did you like that?
Did you like having to suck my teammates' cocks in the restroom instead of
mine?"
       Steve's head was bowed as he listened to his friend. "No! No! Jim!
I'm your cocksucker. I always will be! I want to suck your cock more than
anybody else's. I did like sucking Jake, Jackson, Sammy and the others, but
if you tell me not to, I won't suck anybody else's unless they make me and
I can't help it!" he cried.
       "Don't cry, Steve," Jim said as he pulled the younger boy into a
hug, cradling him in his strong arms. "Don't cry. I told you I didn't care
who else's cock you sucked, and I don't care whoever else fucks you. As
long as you don't get hurt, I want you to do whatever you want as long as
you remember that you're my best buddy, my special cocksucker."
       The two boys laid together, the older one holding his younger friend
tightly in his arms until Steve had a good cry, a cry of happiness. Then
the baseball player rolled over so he was on top of his buddy, his muscular
thighs spreading his legs wide. "Time for some more fucking!"
       Finally, after a couple more fucks, Jim allowed as how he was
drained dry and Steve realized what time it was. Reluctantly, he left.
	When he got home his mom was finishing up preparing dinner. He set
the table and helped finish up. His dad got home about eight o'clock and
they had a happy family meal. Steve talked about his first two days, his
classes, his teachers. Thanks to the phone they gave him, he'd been able to
keep them posted. He had already told his dad about him and Jim and
everything about Mr. Jones, but he said to his mom, "My English teacher is
new at Lee this year, and he's a good friend of Matt Sims. They were in
college together. They were in the same fraternity, the same as Dad and
Mr. Sims. His wife is pregnant with their first baby, and they're just
getting settled, but he's anxious to meet Matt's dad. Mr. Jones asked
Principal Atkins to let me help him get his school things organized and
also be a part of his team for one of these community service projects
they're starting like it said on the info sheet I brought home."
	"Well, that was a lot of information," his mom said laughing. "I
don't remember when we've heard such a spate from you! I did glance at the
sheet you left on the counter. It sounds like a good thing." She turned to
Steve's dad and said, "The school board has mandated that high school
students participate in community service projects. I'm glad Steve is so
excited about it."
	"Sounds like a good idea. This new teacher sounds like a good
thing. I'd like to meet him when he contacts Jerry."
	"You seem to be really taken by this new teacher," his mom said
with a laugh. "Maybe we better have him and his wife over sometime."
     "That would be great, but I don't know if his wife is going out. He
said she's not having a good time right now, and they're having a hard time
getting settled in their apartment. He'd like to meet Dad. I told him Dad
and Mr. Sims are best friends.
	After dinner Jim told his mom he would clean up so she and his dad
could be together. They went into the den, and Steve could hear them
talking as he cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. When he
finished, he stuck his head in saying, "I've done all my school work. I'm
going down to do a few exercises."
	"Don't overdo," his dad said. "We're going up in a few minutes. See
you in the morning."
	`Yeah, they're going up,' Steve thought as he went down to the
basement. `Dad's probably already up and rarin' to go.'
	He did a light round of the exercises his dad had taught the last
few weeks of the summer after they had bought the equipment and had it set
up back in July. He was reminded of the two studs who had delivered and set
it up. One of them was a hot college guy and the other one, Andrew, was a
football player at Steve's school who had recognized Steve as Tony
Alvoretti's "friend." He wondered if he would run into him. The exercises
had already toned up his body and grown his muscles. Coach Thomas had
commented on the change and pointed it out to Coach Henderson, "Looks like
Andrews has been working out over the summer."
	When he went upstairs, he tiptoed up to his parents' bedroom door,
carefully avoiding the squeaky floorboard and listened. `Yeah, Dad's
puttin' it to Mom,' he thought as he listened to the grunts and moans and
sounds of the bed movements. His thoughts weren't disrespectful of his
mother, whom he loved. He was glad she was getting the pleasure a wife
deserved. He just hoped, knew, he'd be getting some of the same over the
next few days while his dad was off-duty. He was only sorry he would be in
school all day.
	He went into his room, stripped off and threw himself onto his
stiff cruddy sheets. Lying on he stomach, he began humping into the dried
cum that stiffened his bedding, thinking about his dad's big cock, thinking
about it fucking his mother and, hopefully fucking his ass. It didn't take
long `til he was shooting another thick, hot load between his body and the
bed. He quickly fell asleep enjoying the sticky wetness under him.
	Steve had no idea how long he had been asleep or what time it was
when he felt a big rough hand down between his legs, reaching under to grab
his cock and balls. "Feels wet down here. You been shootin' off in your
sheets again, slut?" he heard the gruff voice of his dad whispering in his
ear. "You better've saved some of that energy `cause I've still got a
couple of loads saved for my faggot son," he said as he turned Steve over
and pulled him up. "But first I got a present for you," he said, holding up
two tied-off cum-filled magnum condoms. "Open up and suck your mom's pussy
juices off and then drain those cum-bags," he commanded as he forced both
of the miniature balloons in his son's mouth. "That's right. Suck
`em. Taste what Daddy tastes when he's eatin' Mom's pussy. It may be the
only pussy you'll ever taste! That's a good boy. Lick `em good. Suck! Now,
chew `em. Break `em open and drink Daddy's cum that he saved just for you."
	Steve bit down, broke the latex sleeves open and sucked, swallowing
down his dad's delicious still-warm sperm offerings. "Good boy!" the big
man said as he pulled the slimy, limp rags of rubber out of his son's mouth
and dropped them on the floor. "Now, open up and take your old man's cock
in." Captain Andrews' cock was only half-hard when he shoved it into his
son's open mouth and down into his throat.
	"That's it! Take it all the way! Work on that daddy cock. Get it
hard. Show your daddy you can still take his big cock down your faggot
throat. Show me how you sucked that new teacher you're so crazy about. A
friend of Matt Sims! Is he as tough as Matt? I'm playing golf with Jerry
tomorrow, or rather today. I'll have to get him to call the school and
leave a message for your Mr. Jones to call him. Maybe the three of us can
get together. How would you like that, slut? Jerry and me and your new
teacher! Too bad Matt's not here, or Jimbo! You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Four men working your pussies!"
	All the while his dad was spouting this dirty talk; Steve was
sucking on the hard, thick rammer that was raping his throat. It was hard
to believe the man could be so forceful after fucking his wife twice and
probably feeding one or two loads in her mouth, but he was always
especially horny when he came off duty even though Steve knew there were
cocksuckers at the station house who serviced his father and the other
straight firemen.
	He had told Steve his mom loved sucking his big cock and drinking
his cum. They had started doing it in high school and she still liked
it. She wasn't as good as Steve though and couldn't take it down her
throat, but she could get him off in her mouth.
	Soon, the hard shaft was fucking forcefully in and out, the big
round glans reaming out Steve's throat. "You want it in your belly or in
your mouth?" Steve managed to indicate his mouth so his father pulled out
`til just the top three inches were left resting on his boy's tongue as
spurt after spurt of hot daddy cum pumped out for Steve to swallow gulp
after heady gulp. When the final drops of cum drained out and slid across
his tongue and down his throat, Steve restarted his sucking as the man
above him pushed a couple more inches in.
	"That's a good faggot. Get me hard again. I'm gonna get me a piece
of that hot pussy ass. Who's fucked you today?" he asked as he pulled his
semi-hard out. "Did Jim fuck you this afternoon? Your mom told me you were
over there."
	"Yeah. He did, Dad. I'm so glad I finally told him the whole
truth. I'm teaching him all the ways to fuck."
	"Ha! Can he keep up with you, you little whore? Or do you wear him
out?"
	"Yeah. He can keep up! He's horny all the time. I've sucked him
once at school, but it may not be a good idea. It might not be safe. There
are guys that know about me who might want to horn in."
	"I'll have to see what I can do about the time when you're at
school. Maybe your Mr. Jones could help out," he said as he flipped Steve
over on his belly and pulled his ass up into fuck position. "Here I come!
Take it, pussy!" he grunted as he slammed his man-rammer all the way into
his son's open and welcoming ass. After filling it with his second load,
Captain Andrews went back to join his wife in their bed.

Wednesday

	Next morning Steve joined his mother in the kitchen for
breakfast. As usual, his dad was sleeping in. After she left for work,
Steve went back upstairs and opened the door of his parents' bedroom. His
dad was propped up in bed stroking his hard, thick cock.
       "Good boy! I figured you'd be up for some of Daddy's dick to start
your day. Come and get it!" Steve climbed up between his dad's outspread
legs and went down in the big club. "Yeah! My pussy boy faggot son! You
know what Daddy likes in the morning. Make me proud. Suck Daddy's cock like
a good whore and get a bellyful of Daddy's cum to carry with you to
school."
       It didn't take long before Captain Andrews was flooding Steve's
mouth and throat with his morning load. As he continued to suck on the big
cock as it went down, the captain asked, "You want my morning piss, too?"
When Steve nodded his head yes, he felt his dad relax and his mouth was
flooded with the hot yellow pissed his dad's bladder had stored up during
the night. He swallowed and swallowed, not a drop leaking out of his
mouth. When the flow finally lessened and then came to a stop, the satiated
boy let the flaccid monster drop to his dad's flat belly. He gave it a few
loving licks before getting up from the bed.
       "Don't forget to brush you teeth and rinse out your mouth," his dad
said with a laugh. "Don't want your teachers smelling cum and piss on your
breath!"
       Steve quickly did as his dad suggested before he headed off for
another day at school.
       At the end of first period, Mr. Jones reminded him to meet back
there at last period. The day went without incident. He and Jim had agreed
they wouldn't try to meet, and Steve stayed in the lunchroom visiting with
his classmates during lunch period. Roy Atkins told him that his father had
put him on Mr. Jones's and Coach Henderson's team.
	Last period Steve reported to Mr. Jones's room to start "helping"
him out. Each classroom in the school had a back room that functioned as
the teacher's office and a storeroom. They were fairly large and most
contained a sofa and chairs as well as a desk. In addition there were
shelves and filing cabinets.
	Most teachers kept the classroom door and the door to their office
open before and after school so students could come by and ask questions,
but during their free periods the doors were closed and could be locked so
the teacher could work undisturbed.
	When Steve got there Mr. Jones was standing beside his classroom
desk talking to Principal Atkins. "Hello, Steve, I was just stopping by to
make sure everything was all right. Coach Thomas told you you could help
Mr. Jones for the rest of the week and next week if necessary?"
	"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I look forward to helping Mr. Jones in
any way I can," Steve said, once more realizing what a good-looking man the
principal was, so distinguished with his short-cut grey hair, and it was
obvious he kept himself in good shape. Steve wondered if his cock was as
large as Roy's looked like it was going to be and what his body hair was
like.
	"I was glad Roy wanted to be on Mr. Jones's team. Did you influence
him in that?"
	"Maybe a little. He asked me about Mr. Jones after the assembly. He
has Mrs. Franklin for English so he hadn't met him."
	"Yes. I'm thinking about having him transferred. That is, if
Mr. Jones wouldn't mind? I think he might do better under a young male
teacher. His grades aren't as good as yours. I'm hoping he will do better
this year."
	Mr. Jones glanced at Steve, who nodded slightly. "Of course, sir. I
would be happy to have your son in my class."
	"I'll give it some thought. I don't want to upset
Mrs. Franklin. She's an excellent teacher. I just think a man would hold
Roy's attention better. Well, I'll let you two get to it then," he said as
he left the room.
	As soon as the principal left, the young teacher said, "Thank god!
I didn't think last period would ever come and then Mr. Atkins came in!
What was all that about his son? Have you gotten it on with him?"
	"No. I haven't `gotten it on' with anybody in my class. The guys
I've been with are all older, some of them as old as you," he said with a
grin.
	"Well, this older man is so horny he feel like his balls are going
to burst! Get in the office and get your clothes off!" he said as he closed
and locked the classroom door.
	By the time he got to the office and closed the door, Steve was
naked and spread wide on the sofa. "Is this what you want, Mr. Jones, sir?
I stopped and lubed on the way. This pussy's yours to command!"
	"Fuck yeah! I wouldn't mind eating some of that sweet-looking
stuff, but since you've already got it slicked and ready..." the young
teacher said as he tore his pants open and pulled out his hard
cock. Grabbing Steve's ankles and bending his knees slightly, he positioned
his big knob against the little hole and pushed his thick hardon in.
	"Oh God yeah! Fuck that big cock in me! Fuck me with the big thick
daddy cock, teach. Fuck me hard! Rough! Just like Matt! Just like your frat
brother Matt!"
	"Hold it down, you little fuck! I talked to Matt last night. He
told me you were a cock hungry little whore! That you love getting fucked
hard by older men! That his dad fucks you, and your dad, too! That they all
three fuck you! That his little brother and a bunch of his jock buddies
fucked you all summer! Who's taking care of you now? Who else beside me is
going to be fucking this tight pussy hole this year? Coach Henderson? He's
a hot looking man. Have you given it up to him yet?"
	"No. No, nobody else on the faculty!"
      "I bet you'd like for him to fuck this tight little ass. I hear in
the teachers' lounge he and his wife have had some problems over the
summer, think he's got a case of the blue balls? He'd probably like to fuck
a hot little whore like you. We'll have to have a team meeting, just the
three of us...or maybe with Roy Atkins. You want to try somebody your own
age? I've seen the way you look at Principal Atkins. You want the principal
to fuck you? Maybe father and son together? You going to tell me who else
has been fucking you?"
       All this time the horny young teacher had been banging away, ramming
his thick, hard cock in and out of the supine boy's tight ass-pussy in long
in and out thrusts, going deep and pulling out until only the heavy round
knob was still held in the stretched hole.
       "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Squeeze that ass! Milk my cock, you little slut!
Make me feel it, begging for my load, pulling it out of me! Fuck! I'm
cumming! Take my load! Suck it into your guts! Fuck! Matt said you were a
hot fuck!"
       As he panted down from his high, Mr. Jones slumped down pressing
Steve into the cushions of the sofa. His cock slowly slid out of the
leaking hole. Steve managed to push him over onto his back and slipped down
to the floor between his legs. He eagerly took the now soft hunk of manmeat
into his mouth and sucked it clean before moving down to lick and suck on
the big balls that were once more hanging loosely down in the hairy
scrotum.
       "Oh yeah! Clean that cock! Suck those balls!" the young teacher
moaned. Sliding down further and spreading his legs farther apart, he
directed, "Get down deeper in my ass! Lick that sweaty taint! Find my hole
with your tongue and give it a bath!"
       Steve happily buried his face between the sexy teacher's thighs,
licking the sweat from below his balls, pushing down and under until his
tongue found the tight knot of his asshole.
       Sliding down more, Mr. Jones ordered, "Fuck yeah! Lick that ass!
Tongue that pucker! Get in there with that tongue! Eat my shithole! Fuck it
with your tongue, whore! Yeah! That's what I like! A slutty faggot whore
down on my asshole, licking it! Tonguing it! Kissing it! Sucking it! Matt
and the others have taught you good! You're a good little whore, just like
we had taking care of us at the frat house! There're bound to be some
brothers at this school, coaches, teachers, who remember what it was like
and would like to use a hot little slut like you!"
       Reaching down, he grabbed Steve's hair and pulled him up till he was
kneeling between his legs, looking him in the eyes. "Who else knows what a
whore you are? Who else in the school knows how you need to be used? Tell
me now!"
       "No teachers. No coaches. Some of the baseball and basketball
players know about me. They learned this summer. But my dad, he's a fire
chief, and he knows all the coaches and Mr. Atkins and some of the
teachers. He's gonna talk to someone and make sure I'm okay at school. That
no one gives me any trouble. I've told him about you. You'll meet him when
you get in touch with Matt's dad, Mr. Sims. He's the biggest lawyer in
town. I'm looking forward to the three of you using me, just like Matt and
they do."
       "Okay, get back on my dick. Another blowjob and then we've got to
really do some work in here getting my materials in order. You're not here
just for sex, you know," he said with a laugh.
       They worked diligently for the rest of the period. Steve gave the
young teacher one more blowjob and left.
	After leaving the school, Steve went by the park. Officer Jones
wasn't there. He was on duty. Since Greg was by himself, he couldn't go in
the back for the fuck Steve was hoping for, but the boy did get under the
counter and give him a nice long blowjob. Then he went home.
	His dad and Mr. Sims were sitting in the den with a couple of
drinks waiting for him. "It's about time you got home. Who've you been
fucking with since school let out?"
	"I just stopped by the park and gave Greg, the concession stand
guy, a blow job. Officer Jones wasn't there. He was on duty."
	"On duty? What! You got another policeman you're screwing with?
What's his name?"
	"Yeah. Perry Jones, he's a young policeman who's working off duty
helping Greg since Roger went back to college."
	"And what about your teacher? Jones, are they related?"
	"No Mr. Jones isn't from anywhere around here."
	"And what'd he do to you? Did he fuck you? Did you suck him off?"
	"Yeah. He was real horny. His wife isn't giving him any sex because
she's pregnant. He fucked me and I sucked him off twice."
	"So I guess you're too tired to give Jerry and me a little?"
	"Fuck no! I'm never too tired for you guys to fuck me. You want me
here?"
	"No you little cunt. Get upstairs, get naked and assume the
position on that cummy bed of yours! Your mother will be home in a little
while." As Steve ran up the stairs the captain said to his buddy, "The
little whore almost never changes his sheets. He likes sleeping on all the
dried cum. When I went in this morning after his mother, completely
satisfied," he said with a chuckle, "went to sleep, he was lying in a
puddle of still warm cum under his belly. By the time I reamed out all the
cum the teacher had fucked into him and added my load, his bed was
sopping."
	"What about Jim Evans. Has he finally come out all the way to him?"
Mr. Sims said as they walked up the stairs together.
	"Yeah, just this week. He's teaching him all the different ways to
fuck now!"
	"Ha ha! That'd be something to watch!"
	"Yeah. I've been thinking about that. You remember we talked about
bringing in some of our friends who could be trusted to keep quiet when we
first learned about Steve. We sort of got side-tracked what with Matt and
my firemen. We did bring in Ray Alvoretti and his partner and that's worked
out. I remember Henry Evans was pretty much into any kind of sex back in
high school and college. Wonder if he'd still swing on the wild side. If we
brought him in to fuck Steve, then he could maybe bring in his straight
son. That would really be hot, two dads and their straight sons and me
fucking my faggot slut son. You think he'll be at Rotary tomorrow?"
	Captain Andrews always tried to go to Rotary Club when he was off
duty, sometimes when he was on. It was good for community relations. It was
at a club lunch meeting that Mr. Sims had told him about Steve, something
he had recently discovered by overhearing a phone conversation between his
two sons, Jimbo and Matt, and the captain had just found out about from
Harry and Ted, a couple of his firemen.
	"Probably. He's usually at the meetings."
	The two men walked into Steve's room where he was stretched across
bed, his head hanging over one side and his ass splayed open between lifted
and spread legs. They quickly stripped. Mr. Sims took the mouth and Captain
Andrews took the ass. After fifteen or twenty minutes of hard fucking,
Steve's dad looked at his best friend and said, "Want to switch?"
	They pulled out and changed ends, immediately ramming their hard
cocks into the new holes. Soon they were both cumming. As they pulled out,
their cocks still half hard, Captain Andrews asked, "You up for another?
We've got about thirty minutes."
	"I'm always up for another go at these tight holes."
	"Up! All fours, slut! We'll take you like the little birch you
are!"



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