Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2018 00:27:29 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood: Part 14

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Chapter 14 - Double Trouble


I rested my arms along the edge of the pool, softly kicking in the
water. My goggles hung loosely around my neck as I continued gazing upon
what I had not expected to see.


"Come on, Sebastian. Let's get going," I heard what was unmistakably my
mother's voice. My erection that had been throbbing as I made made my final
cool down lap was gone. My evening with Coach Scott was not going to happen
today. My dad, who promised he would pick me up and take me somewhere where
we could be alone, was not here. My evening with him was likely not going
to happen today either.


I pulled myself out of the pool, splashing water along the concrete. I
slumped passed Coach Scott and my mother as I made my way to the changing
room.


"Does he always have to stay late?" my mother asked.


"Sometimes," he responded amiably. "I like to do one-on-one conditioning
for swimmers that could..." he trailed off as I got further away, rounding
the corners of the locker room.


"Coach didn't want you today?" I heard a familiar voice say from the
showers. I spun around finding Bowl Cut standing behind me, toweling off.


"No, my mom's here, I have to go home," I said, monotonously, slipping off
my Speedo, kicking it into my bag.


"Mm," he grunted, tossing his towel at my feet. I averted my eyes, slipping
my briefs and shorts on. "Too bad," he sighed. "Maybe I'll get some extra
practice in," he shrugged, grabbed the Speedo from his bag and slipped it
back on. I gritted my teeth, throwing my shirt over my head. I grabbed my
bag, swung it through my arms, and walked away. "Hope he doesn't work me
too hard!" Bowl Cut shouted after me, giving a small laugh.


As made my way back outside Coach Scott was standing by himself.


"She's waiting for you in her car," Coach said, his arms folded.


"I'm sorry," I said, sheepishly. He smirked.


"Just wish we coulda got more practice," he said.


"Me too," I said, sadly. Some silence went by, just the sound of pool water
splashing in the distance.


"Well, I'll see ya tomorrow!" Coach said, chipperly, obviously not feeling
the same thing I was.


"Bye, Coach," I said, then left through the exit toward my mother's car.


The ride was uncomfortable. My mother didn't like listening to the radio,
so all that I could hear was the sound of the road, and the air
conditioning.


"How was school?" my mother asked, tersely.


"Fine."


"Like all of your teachers?"


"Yep." I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling into the
parking lot of a local restaurant--"Louie's" a neon sign glowed in the
growing night. "Why are we here?" I asked.


"I thought we would have dinner together," she said, sighing, grabbing her
purse and pushing open the door to her car. I kicked my bag aside and
followed her into Louie's.


The inside looked like a standard Applebee's sort of place with old
pictures and car parts on the walls. The waiters sped-walked wearing blue
vests with buttons pinned all over them. Booths were pinned along the seams
of their vests.


"Hi! Welcome to Louie's!" A girl wearing a visor and a ponytail bounced up
to us. "How many?"


"Two," my mother said not looking at her, but digging through her purse.


"Right this way!" she squeaked and led us over to a booth near the end of
the of restaurant, a couple of families sitting around us. "Your waitress
will be right with you," she chirped and walked away, leaving my mother and
I by ourselves. I looked down and noticed that she gave me a kid's menu and
some crayons. I rolled my eyes and pushed the crayons away.


"Can I order off your menu?" I asked. "I'm really hungry." My mother opened
the menu, covering her face from mine.


"You do childish things," she said. "You can eat like a child," she
finished, coldly.


I sighed. "I'm sorry for what I did," I said solemnly. I glanced around at
the other tables.  An elderly couple sat silently spooning mashed potatoes
into their mouths, sipping on iced tea. The table in my closest eye shot
was a family of four. Wife, two little girls, and a husband.


"Mommy, I don't like fries, I want FRENCH fries," one of the girls said.


"Those aaa-re French fries," she said encouragingly.


"How come she got fries and I got tater tots," the other little girl
said. "I wanted fries, too!" she pouted.


"Well," said their father, "how about we switch?"


"NOOOOO!" they both screamed. Their dad threw his hands away rubbing his
eyes. I ran my eyes across their dad. He had soft looking brown hair,
unkempt stubble, thick around his upper lip. Thin, lean, yet hairy arms
that sprang out of a faded purple T-shirt. He looked like a worn-out
father, that just wanted a break from all this.


He finished rubbing his eyes and looked over at our table. He had dark,
heavy bags under his eyes. The pain of not getting fucked by not only my
dad and Coach Scott was sending my cock into a frenzy. My hole clenched and
contracted wishing for something to be pushing into it. My hard-on, warm
and eager, stuck to my inner-thigh.


I did my best to meet eyes with him, squirming in my booth seat. He leaned
back in his seat as his girls continued squabbling, his wife doing her best
to calm down. With an exhale he looked in my direction. My eyes lingered on
his scowling gaze. I fidgeted with my erection, trying to soothe my lust.


I pushed my sexual thoughts from my mind trying to slide them like smoke
into his ears, penetrating his imagination. I crawled in his mind, my naked
body writhing against his brain. The dad suddenly jerked his head down to
his crotch, his legs jumping as though I had magically placed a cactus in
his pants. He looked back at me, his eyes wide, his right hand pressing
against his bulge.


"Sebastian were you listening to anything I just said?" my mother asked
impatiently. I snapped back to my mother, who was looking at me
expectantly. "Seriously, Sebastian, I don't even know what goes through
your head these days." I wanted to tell her: being treated like a hat for
dick.


"Sorry," I mumbled.  A waitress arrived at our table and we ordered our
food. A cobb salad for my mother, and a kids chicken fingers for me.


"You know what my organization M.A.T.H. is all about right?" my mother
asked almost hastily.


"Yeah. I guess. I mean, not really," I said, taking a sip of water,
glancing over at the table, checking on the dad who had been locked into my
gaze before. He was looking antsy, his legs bobbing up and down.


My mother sighed before speaking up. "Mothers for the Advancement of
Teenage Health. We try to educate families about abstinence. Waiting until
marriage. That kind of stuff."


"Oh, so like, not...having sex?" I stumbled to say.


"Yes, that's what abstinence means," she responded impatiently. Our
waitress arrived back with our food, setting our plates in front of us.


"So what about it?" I asked.


"Our group needs faces," she said, stabbing her salad. "Examples of what
our message is."


"What do you mean?" I asked, dipping fries in ketchup, glancing over at the
dad in the next booth. He was trying to avoid eye contact with me, but he
was having a hard time. A really hard time.


"We want some kids to be spokespeople for M.A.T.H.," she explained.


"Spokespeople?" I asked confused. I ran my hand along the outline of my
erection, glancing to my left to see if the dad was looking. He was.


"Kids your age and a little older to be in commercials, posters, go to
churches," she trailed off.


"But I don't wanna do that. Why me?" I asked. My mother was silent for a
while, chewing on lettuce and blue cheese dressing.


"M.A.T.H. isn't doing well. Schools are moving to 'safe sex' and
'condoms'," she said with an air of mocking irony. "The money isn't coming
in as it used to. Your father doesn't seem to care," she said, her eyebrows
raising. "So we might have to move again, if we can't fix it." I almost
thought I saw tears welling in her eyes.


"What...what would I have to do?" I asked nervously. She raised her head
almost in surprise.


"You...you want to sign on?" she asked, her fork gripped in her hand
tightly.


"What would I have to do," I asked again. She rattled on the different
responsibilities, and as she spoutted on it was clear that she would be
getting something out of this, too. A raise, or some kind of promotion. I
hated the idea of helping my mother with anything. I also hated the idea of
moving again. Leaving behind this empire of cock that I was starting to
build. "I'll do it." My mother's eyes went wild, before a huge smile spread
across her face.


"Haha!" she clapped her hands together. "That's great! Oh, wait till the
Mom's hear about this!" My mother dug through her bag and found a large
cellular phone. She whipped out the antenna, and pressed a series of
buttons before putting her ear to the receiver. "Melissa!" she shrieked
after some silence. "My Sebastian wants to be on board!....What does he
look like? Well, tan, boyish, the girls will love him." I rolled my eyes. I
looked over at the dad in the next booth who was still ogling at me,
looking at me with pleading eyes. "He has kind of a mophead, but we can fix
that. Photogenic? Sure!"


I glanced at the table, my kids menu and crayons, back at my horny dad to
the left. My mother was still lost in conversation, and knowing her, she
could be on the phone for hours. I grabbed a red crayon, and scrawled
across the maze a message: "MEET ME IN BATHROOM."


"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I said to my mother who wasn't
listening. She continued talking, waving her hand at me as though I were a
fly buzzing around her.


I stood up, limping out of the booth bench, my erection pounding inside of
my shorts. I walked over to the family's booth and dropped my note at the
dad's feet and walked over to the men's restroom. I pulled open the door
and saw that the room was empty. I breathed a sigh of relief. Only the
sound of Air Supply playing over the restroom speakers and the smell of
urinal cakes. After waiting a minute, I heard the sound of the restroom
door being pushed open. I shot my head in its direction to see the dad
walking toward me. Seeing him up close, he appeared much more weathered
from parenthood. Even though he only had to be mid-way through his
thirties, his facial hair was speckled with grey. His clothes sagged on him
as though he'd lost weight. His eyes were wide, he looked as though he was
looking at a ghost.


"Uh...you dropped this," he said somewhat stupidly, handing me the kids
menu. Getting up close I could see the fatigue in his eyes. I could see
that he was worn out. That he needed a break.


I knew why he was here. I knew he was here to get something he wanted, so
there was no point in trying to act coy.


"Want me to suck your cock?" I asked, shrugging as if I'd asked that
question countless times before. He flinched, and took a deep breath.


"W-we...I...haven't had sex in almost a year," he said feebly, almost as
though he were confessing. I took his hand, feeling the hairs that crawled
around his wrist, drawing my fingers along his hairy forearms, and pulled
him into an empty bathroom stall. I guided him to sit down on the pot. I
kneeled down, undid his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his
meat. I smirked at the size of it, especially how it sprang against his
skinny waist. It was thicker near the base, and somewhat thinner toward the
top. His pubic hair was thick and scraggly. His balls were red and velvety,
shaped like ovals, and hung low on top of his boxers. I moaned just staring
at it.


I pounced upon it. My mouth swallowed his cock, allowing half of his shaft
to enter my throat. I stroked his sticky dick strumming him like a
guitar. I pushed myself, gagging all the way, as I began to engulf his
entire cock.


"Ha...haha....hahaha!" he laughed as I fellated him. I looked up at him,
and a smile was on his face, his eyes closed. I went wild with the idea
that I was bringing happiness to his sad man's life. I stood on my feet in
front of him. "H-hey....wh-why'd you stop?" he asked, disappointed. I
kicked my shoes off onto the floor, my socks along with them. I rubbed the
front of my pants slowly, with a look of yearning in my eye.


"What do you wanna see?" I asked him, drool hanging from my lips.


"H-huh?" he asked, confused.


"Do you want me to take anything off?" I asked innocently. He grabbed hold
of his cock, squeezing it, stroking himself.


"Um," he said, his eyes darting up and down my body. "Your shirt," he
whispered. Slowly, I responded, teasing him with my body. I knew that I had
a hold on him, and I wasn't going to let him go. I lifted my shirt over my
head, revealing my tight body to him. My abs flexing as my arms reached
over my head. I tossed my shirt to the floor.


"Hooooo," he shuddered, incredulously, slowly stroking himself.  I ran my
fingers along my skin, circling around my nipples, letting them get
firm. "Ho god," he panted, shaking his head.


"Anything else?" I asked softly, tugging on the waist of my shorts, giving
him a peak of my upper pubic area.


"Take em' off," he said in a low voice. I did as he commanded, shimmying
out of the jean shorts, with my briefs sliding down with them. I pulled and
tugged on the fabric of my shorts until my firm erection sprang between my
waist, flinging a thin strand of precum to the bathroom floor.


"Sweet Jesus," the man shuddered, squeezing his dick with all his might,
until it turned purple. I kicked my shorts over to the far wall behind the
toilet to keep people from seeing a pile of clothes pouring out from a
bathroom stall. "God, show me that ass," he sighed. I spun around, leaning
against the door to the stall for support. I pushed my ass toward him,
pulling on each of my cheeks to display my hole to him, hopefully
encouraging him to want to fuck me, if he didn't already.


I craned my neck around to see what he was doing, and sure enough he was
still beating his meat to my naked body.


"I sure hope you'll let me taste it some more," I offered.


"Y-yeah," he whimpered. I spun around, my dick bouncing with each step I
took toward him. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his pants, and
pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles, revealing a long pair of
pale, somewhat skinny legs, matted with dark strands of hair. I ran my
hands along his legs feeling the soft warmth of them, before stroking his
bony hips.  I gazed hungrily at the man's bright pink cock before finally
leaning over and lowering my head upon it once more. I wasted no time
letting his entire cock push its way down my throat, letting his low breath
of relief echo throughout the restroom. His balls rolled against the side
of his dick as I nodded my head along the curvature of his shaft, gladly
sipping on any drops of precum that might have escaped his balls.


"O-oh fuck," he mouthed. I swallowed him with more fervor, feeling the
spongy and firm cork of his dick raking against my tonsils. My throat
closed around the thick bone of his shaft, milking any juice I could out of
him. "Holy....holy shit, you're incredible," he whispered. I sank down as
far as I could on the man's dick, burying my face in his pubes. I shook my
head, letting his dick rattle around between my teeth like a dog does to a
toy. "Hoonngh, yer gon...gonna make me--" his body writhed on the toilet,
legs lifting in the air. "NNNGH. ERRRGH," he grunted through an orgasm,
trying to be as silent as possible. Cum surged down my throat at an
incredibly rapid rate, splashing warm liquid against my esophagus. I shot
my head off of his dick and let the rest of his cum drench my lips and
face. Greedily, I licked any thing I could as I basked in this warm shower
of cum. I lapped up his meat sweetly, nurturing his trembling cock. His
shoes rattled against the tile floor, as he slowly came down from his
orgasm. I wiped my face with my hand, cleaning myself of his cum and
suckling the excess sperm off my fingers. The man melted onto the toilet,
his muscles numb with pleasure. I ran my fingers along his shaft milking
the last tiny drops of cum, and dabbed them with my finger, taking them for
myself.


I figured that I'd been away from my mother for long enough so I decided
that I should probably get going. I reached over and grabbed my shorts,
stood up and began to get dressed.


"W-wait," he said, coming out of his daze. "Y-yer not leaving are you?" he
sounded like a child.


"Yeah, I gotta get back to dinner," I said dejectedly. I could have stayed
with him and let him fuck me for hours, but I could hear my dad's voice in
my head lecturing me about control. There would be plenty more dick in the
world for me to have.


"R-really?" he whimpered. "But..." he looked around as though I'd scorned
him. "I want...more," he said, his cock bouncing to life between his legs.


"Maybe some other time," I shrugged nonchalantly, and whipped my shirt over
my head.


"Wait," he said again, but I was already pulling open the bathroom
stall. "Don't leave me," he whined. "Don't leave me!" I pulled open the
restroom door, heading back out into the bustling diner. I found our table
and sat back down with my mother, who was still on the phone.


"No, I told you, this isn't for charity. I'm offering a service by doing
this," she said with firmness in her voice. I shoved a chicken finger in my
mouth, gratefully taking in a protein that wasn't cum for a change. "What
do you mean 'What service?' I'm providing you a face and voice. That's
going to save us on casting, calls, staff."


I sullenly realized that she was talking about me. A "service." I rolled my
eyes at the thought. Suddenly I saw the man who's cum I just washed down my
throat slowly shuffling out of the bathroom. His face pale and clammy with
sweat. The bulge that I'd seen earlier was still there, but even more
pronounced. I casually kept eating my fries as though we'd never met. As he
sat down, the wife asked if he was okay, to which he nodded. Soon the
family was scooting out of the booth and walking toward the exit. The man's
gaze lingered upon me. He looked into my eyes as though he were saying
goodbye to a loved one. I shifted my attention back toward my fries not
wanting to make a scene.


I felt bad for the man, and hoped that he would find happiness someday. My
mother hung up the phone, and I knew that if we had stayed in that restroom
any longer, I would have been in trouble. The man turned away and left.


*


As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed that my dad's truck wasn't in the
garage.


"Where's Dad?" I asked as we walked inside.


"He's back at the old house," my mother said impatiently. "Few of his
friends are helping transport some equipment that was apparently left
behind. He'll be back tomorrow," she said while tossing the keys onto the
kitchen table. My mother instructed that I needed to get any homework
finished that I had from today and go to bed. Glancing at the clock, it was
only 8:30. Rather than object, I figured that I should just stay on her
good side since I didn't know when Dad would be back. I slumped upstairs
and headed to my room. I noticed Lisa's door was shut already. Probably
listening to music, I thought. Stepping close to her door, I could hear the
soft buzzing of her headphones.


I shut the door to my room, tossing my backpack to the floor. I fell into
my bed, the springs squeaking beneath me.  My cock throbbed inside of my
shorts. "Man, I wish that guy could've fucked me," I whispered. My hole
buzzed with need.  I rolled over in frustration and found the journal that
my sister gave me from their trip. I flipped open to the nearest blank page
and figured that I could write to pass the time. I dug a pencil out of my
backpack and began jotting down my records of the day.


"Man! What a crazy first day of school. There are so many people, it's
crazy that anyone could even remember anyone's name! Curt and Paul were
there, and I guess Paul isn't avoiding me anymore, which is good. Maybe we
can hang out again soon. I wonder how that will work since Paul's dad isn't
really comfortable with me. I guess I understand how he feels. I wouldn't
mind getting fucked by that long dick though!


I like my teachers okay. Mr. Flores is really cool. I really like him. I
answered a hard math question in class today, so I think I'll do pretty
good. This girl in my English class, Shirley gave me her number so that I
could help her with math sometime.


My mother's been really annoying lately. Today, she picked me up from
swimming practice just so she could ask me to help her with her job. It
sounds boring, but if it helps us get to stay here and stay at my school,
I'm okay with it. Because of that, I missed out on getting fucked by Coach
Scott!


Dad's not home either. I can't wait for him to be back. I've been so horny
lately. I just want---"


Before I knew it my journal was tossed to the floor. My legs were flipped
over my head. My fingers were stuffed in my ass. My cock was dangled inches
away from my home.


"Mmph, mmmph, mmmmm!" I whimpered, as precum drizzled on my face like
syrup. "Annngh! MMMPH!" I squeaked. One hand was furiously masturbating,
the other was driving fingers in and out of my hole. "ANNGH!" I yelped, as
globs of cum dumped onto my lips. My legs flopped back down to my bed, my
knees shaking with my sudden orgasm. I licked my lips as I sunk into my
bed, tasting my salty and sweet jizz. I rolled over and grabbed my journal
from the floor.


"--my dad back." I finished writing and fell asleep.


*


My mother dropped both me and Lisa off at school in silence. Lisa was
listening to music the whole time. As we pulled into the drop off zone my
mother let me know that I would have my first meeting next Saturday, and
that I would have a photo shoot in three weeks.


"On Saturday again?" I asked, nervously.


"Well, yes. I don't want to pull you from school," she said as if this was
common sense.


"I have a swim meet on Saturday. Do you think I can do both?"


"We'll see. These things take time. You might have to miss that one."


"But...I can't miss any meets. Or else I get kicked off the team."


"I'll check the time, but just ask your teacher, or coach, or whatever. He
probably won't care that much," she said as Lisa took her headphones off.


"Why are we just sitting here," Lisa said cattily.


"We'll talk about it later, Sebastian. Have a good day at school," she
sighed, checking her bangs in the rear view mirror.


I pushed open the door and stepped out of the car, swinging my bag over my
shoulder. School was starting in a few minutes so I made a quick walk to my
locker. I checked the wadded up schedule in my pocket and saw that I had
Mr. George again for Science. I smirked a little with excitement since he
was definitely a teacher that I'd like to experiment with. I missed
basically his entire class yesterday because I was in the principal's
office.


When I made it to Mr. George's classroom, he was already talking to a
couple of students and didn't see me. I made my way to a table near the
back where no one else was. The bell rang, and everyone else shuffled to
attention.


"Glad to see all of you today," his voice boomed over the rest of us. "Some
of you were in my health class yesterday, so hopefully you don't get sick
of me by the end of the year." He looked in my direction as he said it.


I was feeling frisky, but also in a bad mood from the car ride with my
mother. I took his eyes into mine. I didn't even care if he walked over to
me right now and fucked me on this table.


"Come on, Mr. George," I whispered in my thoughts as I held him in my
gaze. "Come over here with that hulking body and plow me into tomorrow." I
squinted my eyes pushing my lustful brain to its max. "Fuck me,
Mr. George. Show me how powerfully that massive frame can destroy my tiny
body." I bit my lip seductively from across the room.  My cock throbbed in
my shorts. "Come on! Fuck me! Stuff me full of cock! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE
AND FUCK ME!" I screamed in my head.


"So while health class is more about protecting yourself from an unhealthy
life, science is all about discovering how the world and space works." I
rolled my eyes with frustration and put my head on my arms.


"Today we're going to start with an experiment with--"


"Mr. George?" A voice buzzed over the intercom.


Mr. George sighed in response in irritation of the interruption.


"Yes?" he asked reluctantly.


"Can you please send Sebastian Smalls to the principal's office?"


"Are you kidding me?" he said softly. "On his way," he said louder. He
signaled to me to leave. All the students looked in my direction, some of
them snickering quietly.


As I walked to the office, I tried to imagine what it was that I was going
to have to do this time. School had only been in session for five
minutes. Hardly enough time for me to have gotten in trouble.


I entered the lobby where that same tired woman was, working on a word
search.


"Don't know what you did this time, but six minutes into the day? That's a
record," she said, pointing toward Mr. McCook's office. My heart jumped a
bit. I couldn't imagine what it was he needed already. I made my way toward
his office. I knocked on his door.


"Come in," I heard his voice say. I pushed open the door, and found him
sitting behind his desk his right arm awkwardly crossed in front of
him. "Sebastian," he whispered, jumping up from his desk. His cock was
already sticking out of his dark gray slacks. My eyes widened, seeing my
target swaying between his legs. "I-I," he stammered rushing over to me. I
closed the door before anyone could overhear him. As he got close to me, he
fell to his knees. "I can't...I can't stop thinking about you," he
whispered frantically. His hands ran along my body, brushing my bare legs,
the outline of my hips and my chest. He gripped me by the ass, firmly with
his big hands.


"I...I could hardly sleep," he whimpered gruffly, his eyes looking into
mine with a weary need for sex. For another orgasm. "All I could..." he
licked his lips, "all I could think about is your ass around my dick." He
shook his head slowly, furiously jacking off, thrusting into his hand.
"P-please," he begged-, his eyes shiny with tears, his jaw twisting with
pleasure. "My hand isn't as good as your mouth. Not as tight as your ass,"
he whispered.


I stared at this man who was supposed to be in charge, and I was suddenly
realizing that I was the one who was in charge of him. A sly smile spread
across my face.


I tried thinking of something to say that would keep him wanting
more. Something that would make him feel special. "I haven't stopped
thinking about you, too," I said sweetly. "The way you fucked me
yesterday," I continued, "I've never felt anything like that before." I
lied. I'd felt that euphoric feeling of fire sweeping over my skin from the
sensation of a cock slamming into my prostate many times. But he didn't
know that. "I stayed up all night jacking off about you," I said, biting my
lip.


"Ho-ooooo," Mr. McCook shuddered, his hands sliding up my shorts, groping
my smooth thighs. He pinched and prodded at my sore muscles from
yesterday's fun.


"Ha...huhhh," I quivered at his hands running across my skin. I felt his
fingers slipping beneath my underwear, plucking against my stiff prick.
"Nnngh," I whimpered sharply. Mr. McCook softly headbutted the top of his
head against the bulge in my shorts, wiping his face along the front of my
waist. His eyes rolled with satisfaction, as though just being close to my
dick by proximity was giving him pleasure. "Ohhhhhh, Mr. McCook," I
whispered, my knees shaking slightly. "Onnfff, I...I wanna suck yer cock
again," I hissed.


"Oh, thank Christ," Mr. McCook said, jumping to his feet, his tie brushing
against my nose as he moved. I wasted no time, scooping up my principal's
dick into my gullet.


"AH!" Mr. McCook barked, as I swallowed his meat thankfully, playing with
his balls in my hand. I made slow slurping sounds, diving deep onto his
dick, letting his pubic hair tickle the bridge of my nose. "Hunnngh, yeah,
Smalls. That's it," he coaxed silently. His cock was fresh with his
scent. I gummed on the spongy cork of his head that lodged itself between
my tonsils. I moaned softly as he raked his boner in and out of my
throat. Suddenly, Mr. McCook grabbed my shoulders freezing me in place. We
both heard footsteps approaching the door. I looked up at him my mouth
still around his cock.


"Get up," he whispered. I jumped to my feet, as Mr. McCook hurriedly walked
me over to his desk, practically tossing me beneath it, in order to hide
from whatever was beyond the door. Mr. McCook slumped down in his leather
chair, and scooted forward, leaving me squatting in silence between his
legs, his cock still hung loose from his pants.


Two quick knocks sounded on the outside of the door. Mr. McCook awkwardly
cleared his throat. "Come in!" I heard the door open followed by a familiar
voice.


"Oof, it's a madhouse out there." It was Mr. Sands. I sat frozen, scared of
what might happen next. "Those two eighth grade girls were out by the
bleachers again smoking. I think we out to suspend them by now, don't you
think."


"Uh...um, yes. Yes, just write the discipline report, and I'll send it in,"
Mr. McCook said with a feigned professionalism. "Anything else?"


"Well, yeah. Passing period between 3rd and 4th period is getting a little
chaotic. Teachers aren't in the halls watching the kids like they're
supposed to. And after school..." Mr. Sands continued listing off
issues. Under Mr. McCook's desk, I was bored. And a firm dick was hanging
less than a foot away from me. Slowly I propped myself up on my knees and
reached over and took Mr. McCook's dick in my hand.


"...with lunch, I think we ought to see if there's someone else who can..."


"Mm...mmm-hmm." I groped my principal's thick tool between my fingers,
squeezing it softly at first, but then more firmly, trying to milk any drop
of precum that I could.


"...and for the bus drop off I was thinking that maybe we could have
numbers 1-19 meet on the other side of the school, to make it less
congested."


"Ah!" Mr. McCook jumped as I snuck between his legs and swallowed his cock
once more, storing it in its rightful place.


"You think? Yeah, I was thinking it would make things less busy over
there."


"Y-yessss," Mr. McCook groaned softly in response. I engulfed his cock as
far as I could. "Unngh...keep going," he said.


"Uh...okay. Um, Brian, are you alright?" Mr. Sands asked. I felt
Mr. McCook's cock twitch and pulse in between my tonsils.


"Hooo....yeah, don't stop," he responded in a trance.


"Well...I don't think there's anything else," he said tepidly.


"Mmmmm, y-y-yessss." I felt Mr. McCook lean back in his chair, and slowly
start fucking my mouth. His ass tightened, thrusting his cock deeper into
my my mouth enjoying the warmth of my throat taking him on a journey of
ecstasy.


"Mr. McCook, what is going on?" Mr. Sands walked around to the other side
of Mr. McCook's desk, as he rounded the corner he froze in place. My eyes
shot in his direction. I knew that he could see me.


"Wh-what the...Mr. McCook, what are you doing with that student?" he said
panicked. "I-I...I can't be here, I have to--"


"Stop right there, Sands," Mr. McCook ordered. "Leave this room, and you're
fired," he said slowly. My mouth froze on my principal's dick, unsure of
what to do next. "This boy here," he said, cupping his hand behind my head,
pushing his dick back into me, "is someone who I want you to meet."
Mr. McCook backed away so that I would follow on my knees, continuing to
swallow my serving of dick. I worked his cock passionately with my hand and
my mouth. Gulping him down as though he were water. I looked over and saw
Mr. Sands just watching in horror.


"Sebastian," he said, giving me a signal to come back up for air, "go meet
Mr. Sands," he said offering a hand in his direction. I lifted off his
cock, and turned to face him, my lips shiny with spit. I crawled over to
him and sat on my feet, looking up into his eyes. He was wearing a tight
purple button-up shirt that showed off his muscular frame. I was dying to
know what was beneath that fabric. Tailored black pants with a shining
black belt and a pair of black shoes.


I sifted my thoughts through my brain, sending them to Mr. Sands as clearly
as possible: "You could use a break. You work too hard." Mr. Sands eyebrow
twitched with confusion. He pursed his lips, that were a shiny pink against
his dark brown beard.


 I licked my lips. "Hi," I said aloud.


"We've met," Mr. Sands said tersely.


"What do you think of him?" Mr. McCook asked tactfully.


"I...he seems like a normal student. That should be in class right now,"
Mr. Sands said, carefully.


"Really?" Mr. McCook pressed. "What were you saying to me yesterday? 'He
seems different from the rest', 'He made me feel something odd as he walked
past me.' Now what was that all about?" he asked coyly. I glanced back at
him, and he had his cock in his hand slowly stroking himself as he sat and
watched me and Mr. Sands. "Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Sands, he is
different. I know firsthand how different he is, and I'm not ready to give
that up." His voice was serious and also sharp with lust.


I turned back to Mr. Sands, looking him in the eye, fixing my thoughts into
him. "You can both share me. I'm both of yours to use and enjoy. Give me
your cock. Your cum." My thoughts begged for him. From the second I saw
Mr. Sands strut in front of us on the first day of school, I knew I wanted
that powerful man behind me, fucking me silly. My eyes ran down his chest,
to his waist where I saw a bulge forming in his pants.


"Oh, Jesus," he whispered, clenching his eyes shut.


"See?" McCook tempted. "You want him, too," he finished.


"Oh, Jesus," he whispered again. He peered through his eyes at me. I turned
on my knee to face Mr. McCook again. I decided to show my vice principal
that I knew what I was doing. I crawled over to my principal and climbed up
his legs once again, and buried my face into his crotch.


"Haa!" Mr. McCook yelped. I swallowed every inch of him whole. His dick
swam in my saliva filing my head with the buzzing sensation that I always
get when I conquer an entire cock. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling
the soft firmness of his thighs. I rested forehead against his stomach, as
I tightened my throat around his dick. Mr. McCook laughed and moaned all at
the same time.


I ran my hand along my ass, tugging at the waist of my shorts, showing
Mr. Sands what was underneath.


"Come closer," Mr. McCook offered. I heard the soft shuffling of footsteps
behind me. I lifted off of my principal's dick and continued to stroke him
with my right hand. I turned around, to see Mr. Sands standing closer to
me. My heart began to race as I examined the bulge in Mr. Sands's pants
that extended almost beyond the beltline of his pants.


"Can I touch it?" I asked softly, looking into Mr. Sands's eyes. He looked
down at his feet, and back to me.


"God damn," he whispered, looking away. I continued stroking my principal's
erection, but with my other hand I reached forward and placed my hand on
Mr. Sands's bulge. He took a sharp uncomfortable breath and looked away. I
ran my fingers along the taut fabric of his pants, moving my hand up and
down along his tough shaft. I could tell that he was massive, and I wanted
a closer look. I looked up at him, but he still was looking away. I let go
of my principal's cock, leaving him in a deflating exhale of pleasured
relief. I used both hands to undo Mr. Sands's belt, pulling it slowly until
it was done uncoiling him like a snake. After tossing it to the floor, I
unhooked his fly, and slowly unzipped his pants.


"Give it to him, Sands," I heard Mr. McCook coaxing him, as though I were a
dog with a bone. "Look how bad he wants it," he hissed excitedly. After
peeling away his fly, I already could see the head of his cock sticking out
of the waistband of his silver compression shorts. Everything seemed so
form-fittingly tight around Mr. Sands, that it was no wonder he was so high
strung. I coaxed his pants to slowly fall to the floor, and admired the
erection that was waiting for me behind his shorts. I ran my fingers along
his thick shaft once again and as they travelled to the tip, a small bead
of precum sprouted from the cockhead. I smirked. I took his hand in mine,
and had him take his index finger, and dab it on his own cock. Then, I
slowly guided his finger to my lips, and let him feed me his precum, which
was sweet like honey. I tenderly sucked on his somewhat hairy finger while
I continued to look up at his face. Slowly, he turned his head back over to
me, looking into my eyes. Seeing his face made me want to rip my clothes
off right away. I wanted to clamp my legs around his neck and defile that
perfectly groomed beard with my taint, balls, and hole.


"See?" Mr. McCook said. "It's not so bad," he encouraged. I took my fingers
and gripped his waistband, slowly peeling his compression shorts from his
hips, revealing a shortly groomed patch of pubic hair. As his shorts slowly
came off, his bulky and hairy thighs became more revealed. Around mid
thigh, his massive penis swung free, bouncing only inches from my face. He
was definitely bigger than Mr. McCook. Thicker, too. Almost like my dad's
except lighter in color. My eyes widened at the sheer size of it. I looked
up at Mr. Sands and I smiled.


"Oh, Jesus," he said once more. And then I was part of him. I took him in
my mouth slowly at first, sliding the first five inches in my mouth,
getting his cock head acquainted with the back of my throat, but it didn't
take me long before I was rocking back and forth and swallowing most of his
dick with accelerated speed.


"Oh-hoooo Jesus Christ," he whimpered, his thighs quaking slightly.


"That's right, Sands. Let the boy treat you right," Mr. McCook cheered. My
mouth devoured Mr. Sands cock as though he held the last cock I would
taste. With each slurping thrust I took of his into my mouth, his moaning
became more and more earnest.


"Ohhhhngh, God. Hunnngh," he whined furiously. I fumbled to my right,
searching for Mr. McCook's cock as though looking for a light switch in the
night. I heard the sound of Mr. McCook's chair rattling as he stood up from
his chair. As I felt him near me, I lifted off of Mr. Sands's cock and
transferred over to Mr. McCook, his dick salty from having his hands stroke
it.


"Mmmmph," I moaned as I took Mr. McCook all the way into my throat.  I
furiously stroked Mr. Sands letting my spit serve as a slick lube for him.


"Hungh. Hungh," he whimpered, like a dog wanting to be let loose. I
extended my jaw, diving deeper onto Mr. McCook's dick.


"Awww, fuck yeah," he growled, burying his meat into me. I sipped upon his
precum that leaked and ran along my tongue, milking him steadily with my
right hand, as I beat off Mr. Sands with my left. Mr. Sands inched closer
to me, almost as though he were signaling that he was ready for me to give
him some more. I launched off of Mr. McCook's dick and switched to
Mr. Sands, diving back onto his shaft, taking him into me once more. I used
my left hand to feel his ass, firm and fuzzy, and pushed on him,
encouraging him to thrust into me. It didn't take much coaching for him to
get the idea before his was bucking his hips at a steady pace, fucking my
mouth with his massive cock.


"Hmmph, hmmmph," I whimpered, looking into his eyes as I continued to
manage jacking off my principal at the same time.


"God, Jesus fuck," Mr. Sands groaned as I played his cock like an
instrument. Precum was slowly flowing down my throat, quenching only a
small bit of my thirst. "Oh god. Oh Jesus," he whispered more
rapidly. "I...I-I think..."


"Hunnnngh," Mr. McCook bellowed over him. "Shit, shit, kid, I'm cumming!" I
lifted my head off of Mr. Sands, still continuing to stroke him, as I tried
to reach Mr. McCook in time. By the time I turned my head, cum was already
spewing from his dick, hitting me right on the nose, and dribbling down my
lips and chin.


"NNNNNGH!" Mr. McCook gritted his teeth firmly as rope after rope of cum
landed on my face, with me frantically trying to catch it in my mouth.


"ONnnnngh!" Mr. Sands trembled, "I'm cummmminnnngh!" he grunted. I spun my
head in his direction as a sprinkler of thin cum sprayed my like bullets
before a thick stream of jizz oozed from his cock like icing. Mr. McCook's
cum mixed with Mr. Sand's along my forehead, nose and mouth. I lapped up
the noxious mixture hungrily. Jumping back and forth between my principals
as though they were flowers, as I tried to savor each drop that they
produced. In the end, I was a mess, my face dripping with cum.


"Fucking hell," Mr. Sands whispered. As he swayed on his feet. I was
distracted by cum, wiping it from my face, and then stuffing it in my mouth
as quickly as I could.


"What did I tell ya?" Mr. McCook said between breaths. "This isn't even the
half of it." I tenderly kissed the two cocks that hung before me, sending
life into them with my lips. I sunk my mouth around Mr. Sands once more.


"G-g-good God," he whined.


"Mmmm, he's still hungry," Mr. McCook observed, flicking his cock in my
direction. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands scoop me from under my arms, and
spin me around so that I was leaning against the front of Mr. McCook's
desk. Mr. McCook stood in front of me, lifting my shirt over my head,
shaking his head in wonderment as my body became exposed. He latched his
finger in my fly and ripped open the button and zipper holding back my
erection. My shorts sank to the floor with ease, and my briefs shortly
after, leaving me naked except for my tennis shoes. With a firm push of my
chest, I fell back on to the desk, flattening any supplies that he might
have had organized before the day had begun.  I propped myself upon the
desk, my erection waving to and fro from my waist.


My principal rested his forearm across my stomach as he plunged upon my
prick taking it in his mouth, his mustache scraping against my shaft.


"Ahhhhhh," I sighed, a smile spreading across my face, my arms floating
above my head, stretching and tightening my chest. Mr. McCook slid his
tongue along my shaft, working my cock in his mouth, as though to return
the favor of me juggling he and Mr. Sands's cocks only a couple of minutes
earlier. "Mr. Sands," I called, as though asking a question in class. "Can
I suck your cock some more?"


"Uh, I..." he responded sheepishly, watching his boss suck off a student
that was supposed to be under his watch. Under his protection. I licked my
lips, full of need. I laid back with my mouth agape, showing him that I
wanted it. His dick still swung as hard as ever from his waist, his tight
purple shirt still draped across his hips. He walked around Mr. McCook's
desk, his dick swinging between his legs, his balls sticking between his
thick and hairy thighs. Finally, he arrived at my head, his dick draping
across my face. I parted my lips for him, giving him a place to store his
dick. I glanced down at Mr. McCook who was focused more on my cock than
anything.


"Give it to me," I whispered. Mr. Sands shook his head incredulously, and
sank his hips down, letting his cock fill my mouth. I warmly accepted it,
letting it clog my throat, stifle my breath. I welcomed his flesh into my
mouth, and was pleased with how perfectly his cock planted itself into
me. I reached over my head, and fondled my vice principal's ass, groping
him as he thrust into my face.


Mr. McCook lapped up my meat and ran his tongue across my shaft. With his
hands he fondled my balls, rolling them in his fingers. With his suit
straped shoulders he pushed my legs apart spreading them widely, giving him
access to my asshole.


"Hrmmmm," groaned Mr. McCook, as he gave my shaft small kisses, kneading my
sensitive cock between his thumb and index finger. Eventually his mouth
reached my asshole, his tongue entering me, the warm eeriness caused chills
to run through my muscles. My toes curled and my chest jumped with
excitement.


"Errrrrrrrm," I moaned, sending vibrations into Mr. Sands's dick. My heart
fluttered as the realization that my hole was being plugged by my
principal's tongue as my mouth was being crammed with my vice principal's
cock.


"Hoooooo, fucking Gawwwwwd," Mr. Sands sighed as he plunged his cock down
my throat.  His balls, fuzzy and heavy, bounced along the bridge of my
nose, giving me a chance to admire the hairy underside of my vice
principal. His dark brown hair, though dusted along his pubic area, was
thick and bushy along the crevice of his ass.


I crunched my stomach, lifting away from the rock hard dick that was lodged
in my throat. As Mr. Sands's dick popped out of my mouth, it left behind a
web of saliva across my face. I leaned forward, grabbing the back of my
principal's neck, lifting him to my face, planting my lips onto his. Our
tongues lashed against one another's frantically. I bit and tugged at his
mustache, causing him to flinch and yelp, but then ram his lips back into
mine once again. His hand crashed against my hole, a finger sliding with
ease into me.


"Guhhhhh!" I groaned, my head thrown back in ecstacy. "Errrrgh, yeah,
Mr. McCook, fuck me with--ermmm," as I spoke, Mr. Sands lodged his dick
back down my throat. My eyes rolled in relief and pleasure. Mr. McCook
stroked my dick while tickling my prostate, and Mr. Sands slapped his hands
across my chest as he drove his dick down my throat once again.


I shook my head free from my vice principal's cock, letting out a pleasure
filled roar. "ERRRGH," I yelled in frustration, while crashing the palm of
my hand against Mr. McCook's shoulder, thudding against a thick padding of
his blazer. I sat up and rolled my body over, so that I was facing
Mr. Sands. I pulled Mr. Sands's tie so that he was leaning closer to me. In
a frenetic frenzy, my hands loosened Mr. Sands's tie, and I began
unbuttoning his tight shirt. With each button that I unfastened, a rich
pallet of hair and muscle burst forth. Mr. Sands shook his shirt to the
floor, leaving him naked except for his low hanging necktie. I marveled at
the body standing before me. Mr. Sands's body was full and powerful from
his years as a marine, but softened by a carpet of body hair. I stared
closely into Mr. Sands's eyes our bodies inches from each other. My lust
was being driven into overdrive by my principal poking and prodding me from
behind, causing precum to drizzle upon the plane of Mr. McCook's desk.


"You wanna taste my hole?" I whispered. I lunged my hand forward and
gripped Mr. Sands's cock in my hand, stroking it firmly. "You wanna taste
my ass?" I taunted.


"Y-...yeah..." Mr. Sands sighed exasperatedly, shaking his head
deliriously. I leaned forward, resting my chest against Mr. Sands's hairy
pectorals, his firm nipples pressing against my ribs. I parted my lips
slightly, inviting him to make out with me, which without thinking he
did. His beard scraped and scratched against my skin. His lips were
surprisingly soft and rich against mine. I yanked and pulled on Mr. Sands's
cock, inviting soft and gruff moans to tickle my throat. I pulled away from
his lips, admiring how sheen and deep pink they were against the dark hair
of his beard which was already starting to look slightly unkempt from our
morning's fun.


I pulled away from Mr. McCook's fingers and spun around on my knees so that
I was now facing the other direction. My ass was pressed against
Mr. Sands's rugged stomach, and I leaned forward into my principal's mouth,
my tongue flicking inside of his lips, tasting the starchiness of his
breath, which held faint notes of coffee and cinnamon. My breath was
quickened and it was all I could do to keep from cumming just from the
heightened amount of physical attention I was getting. I pulled away from
Mr. McCook's lips, gripping his face with my hand, spitting into his mouth,
just like Coach Scott had done to me, before stuffing my tongue into his
mouth once again lapping up my warm saliva. Mr. McCook groaned wildly,
loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the ultra hairy body
that I fell in love with just a day ago.


"Gyaaaaah!" I squeaked, in response to Mr. Sands shoving his prickly face
into my hole, pushing me into my principal's body, my hairless torso
flattening itself against my principal's ungroomed and scratchy body
hair. My arm whipped around my backside, gripping the back of Mr. Sands's
head, gripping the back of his neck, encouraging him to drive his tongue
deeper into me. I looked back to Mr. McCook, his eyes were bloodshot with
lust.


"You fucking angel," he whispered. "You goddamn fucking angel," he said
again, shaking his head, his lips pressing against mine once again, his
mustache scraping against my upper lip as I warmly accepted his breath into
my lungs. His hand lurched forward, gripping my throbbing cock. He pulled
away from my lips. "I want..." he found himself torn between speaking and
wanting to use his lips to taste more of me. "I want to..." his tongue
plunged deep into the furthest corners of my mouth, licking my molars, the
roof of my mouth, my uvula. I slid the unbuttoned shirt and suit jacket off
of Mr. McCook's shoulder's revealing the rest of his body. His pillowy
chest, his brambly back hair, his firm gut.


"Suck my dick," I whispered, pulling away from his lips. Mr. McCook didn't
question me. His lips hungrily sucked and chomped on my tiny nipples, my
stomach, until finally, his lips coiled around my dick. Mr. Sands's mouth
chomped my asshole; Mr. McCook gagged on my cock. My body sandwiched
between two voracious mouths.


I was in heaven.


"Hungh. Hungh. Oh...oh man," I whimpered. "I'm..." Mr. McCook's tongue
slurped and savored my dick; Mr. Sands's lips smacked and scrubbed against
my tight hole. My balls latched against the throbbing shaft of my dick,
full of cum, ready to spill, ready to feed my principal my cum. I ran my
fingers through my principals' hair. My left hand messing up Mr. Sands's
haircut, my right running down Mr. McCook's scalp and around his neck. "I'm
gonna fu...errrgggghhn!" I cried as my hole tightened around Mr. Sands's
tongue. Fire spread through my skin, color swirled in my vision as my eyes
widened like a maniac. With each thrust I powered against Mr. McCook's jaw,
cum dumped into my principal's stomach. "ERRRRGH!" I wailed, pounding
Mr. McCook's face, fucking his mouth, my ass practically aflame by
Mr. Sands's beard scraping against me.


Worn out, I doubled over, my chest falling over Mr. McCook's shoulder, my
right cheek rested on his sweaty back. My cock popped out of his lips, as
he propped me back up, letting me drift drunkenly to his lips. The pungent
scent of my cum drifted into my nose. Mr. Sands lifted his face from my
hole, running his tongue up my spine, kissing my shoulder blade, my neck,
and finally, tearing me away from his boss's lips, pressed his mouth
against mine, getting his fill of my boyish tongue.


My cock continued to bounce and pulse as these adults took turns tasting
and groping different parts of my body. The three of us were beginning to
lose track of who each other was. At one point, I saw Mr. McCook's hands
run across Mr. Sand's powerful arm, and I was sure that I saw, Mr. Sand's
lips suckle on Mr. McCook's finger.


Overhead the sound of the bell signalling that class was over buzzed above
us. I had the Pavlovian urge to grab my things and head to my next class;
however, I had my principal panting heavily as he groped my chest and
sucked on my nipple, and I had my vice principal squeezing and tasting my
ass, humming with delirious excitement as he took in his fill.


"Should...mmmph...should I go to my next class?" I asked, my voice
practically drowned out by the sounds of lips taking in skin, and hands
brushing against muscle.


Mr. McCook smiled at my question. "What do you think, Sands?" he asked
peeking around me. "Should we let him go back to class."


Mr. Sands lifted his lips from my lower back, his face a sweaty mess. His
eyes gave the torn impression that he wanted to follow the school rules,
knowing that this whole interaction was a violation of everything he
believed, but couldn't bring himself to let me go.


"I-I..." he stammered. I looked behind me in his eyes, looking at him with
a yearning need for more. I wanted that powerful body to break me in every
way. I pulled apart my ass for him, showing him my slobbery and shiny hole
to him once again. He took a deep exhale and shook his head. "It's just so
perfect," he commented, dumbfounded. His tongue hung from his lips.


"Wait till you fuck him," Mr. McCook said. "Nothing like it in the world."


"'Fuck...him' sir?" he responded, uneasily.


"Would you like that Smalls?" Mr. McCook asked me. I nodded my head with
fervor, taking Mr. McCook's thick cock in my hands, stroking it. Without
even being asked, I spun around on my knees so that I was facing
Mr. Sands. I gripped the edge of Mr. McCook's desk, with my ass in the air,
ready to take him into me. In little time at all I felt the spongy tip of
my principal's cock slowly beginning to enter me.


I locked my gaze on to Mr. Sands, my face twisting as each inch slid into
me. Twisting into this painting of wincing discomfort followed by sheer
pleasure. Once I felt Mr. McCook's shroud of pubes pillow against my ass,
his dick lodged between my legs, the head throbbing against my burning
prostate, I knew that I had him.


"Nnnnnngh, yeah," I whispered. My hands pawed against Mr. Sand's stomach
who only could watch in shock and horror as he watched his boss penetrating
a student before his very eyes.


"Ho man," Mr. McCook said, trembling. He began slowly receding from me, his
cock raking against the lining of my ass. Then he made a slow push back
inside, my eyes fluttering as electric tingles sparkled around each of my
joints. Precum drizzled a crystal-like thread all over Post-it notes,
invoices, stray pens. I was leaving my mark.


"Oh, fuck me," I whined, gripping Mr. Sands chest hair in my hands, feeling
its moist humidity along my fingertips. His trunk of a dick swung,
twitching between his sturdy hips.  I rocked back and forth to my
principal's rhythm as he was beginning to pick up speed, my hand drifting
to Mr. Sands's cock, squeezing it's meaty firmness in my fist.


"Yeah...yeah, boy," Mr. McCook's warm breath spread along my sweaty
back. "Suck his cock, kid," he gruffly ordered me. I stooped over and took
Mr. Sand's cock in my mouth once more. I heard his soft gasp as my tongue
slid around his shaft; it tasted of cum and sweat. Mr. McCook continued his
slow treatment of my hole, his cock digging deeper inside of me. I moaned
deeply, sending vibrations down my vice principal's cock. I pushed myself
deep down on Mr. Sand's dick, feeling his meat sliding down my throat,
cutting off my air supply, but I didn't care. This feeling of being plugged
from both ends was exhilarating.


"Should I fuck him harder?" I heard Mr. McCook ask behind me.


"Mmmph," Mr. Sands moaned in response, relaxing his thick hairy thighs so
he could fuck my mouth a bit easier. Before long I had meat charging in and
out of my hole and my mouth at the same time. Mr. McCook's thighs slapped
against my ass while Mr. Sand's balls swung against my chin.


Mr. McCook began powerfully thrusting into me, filling my eyes with stars
and color, my chest jolting with each sturdy thrust, my elbows buckling
from the force.


"MMMRMMMMPH!" I roared in response to my blood beginning to boil with
lust. I grunted with each thrust from my principal. The noxious smell of
sweat filled the office room.


"Ho fuck...fuck yeah, take my cock boy..."


"Oh gawwwwd, your mouth feels so good..."


"Errrrgh, yeah, you love my dick inside'a you?"


"Jesus Christ. Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ..."


"Sands...hoooof....you wanna try this? I want my cock sucked. Give 'm a
taste of his ass, see how he likes it." I felt the excruciating sensation
of Mr. McCook's cock leaving my body. My mouth left Mr. Sands's dick, the
beautiful bright golden color shone brilliantly with my spit.


"Oh, Mr. Sands, I want you to fuck me so badly," I whined, resting my chest
against his, his powerful muscles practically engulfing me. I laid my lips
on his, letting his tongue treat itself to mine. I felt Mr. McCook's
fingers slipping inside of my hole.


"Oh yeah, he's nice and tight for you," he whispered excitedly.


I squatted back and rested on my feet before falling backward, my head
pressing against Mr. McCook's stomach, his cock draped across my
shoulder. I scooted closer to Mr. Sands, giving him access to my hole once
more. Leaning back I took Mr. McCook's cock in my mouth once more, tasting
my ass on his skin.


"Yeaaaaah, suck that cock," my principal encouraged, shoving his dick down
my throat. I spread my legs a bit further, inviting Mr. Sands to give his
cock to me. Mr. McCook's dick popped out of my mouth. I saw Mr. Sands in
his naked glory standing before me, but not doing anything. Looking
hesitant.


"It's okay," I said playing with my principal's cock. "I want it. I want
you to fuck me."  I wriggled my hips a bit, letting my legs sway to and
fro, my cock rolling along my stomach. My balls bounced lightly along my
taint which was shining with sweat and spit. My slobbery hole winked at him
eagerly.


Mr. Sands looked around the office as though he was waiting for someone to
see him. Finally he stepped forward, approaching me. I felt the head of his
dick rest against my hole sending shivers through my skeleton. I found
myself bracing for what I knew was going to be a massive dick. Bigger than
anything I'd had in a while, maybe since the farmer. My principal and I
both watched him, the sound almost sucked out of the room. I assume
Mr. McCook wanted a partner in this violation of almost 100 of the school
rules, a risk to their careers. Someone he could confide and enjoy this
flesh with. All I wanted was this thick log of meat running in and out of
me.


Mr. Sands's rested on my thighs, and I watched how ever so slowly, he eased
forward, slowly disappearing into me.


"Ha-ahhhhhhh," I sighed. "NGH!" I winced as I felt the tip of his dick pop
into place. My chest rose and fall with frantic breath, tears welled in my
eyes, but my dick couldn't have been more hard at that moment.


"Are you okay?" he whispered nervously.


"Y-y-yessss, keep goin'," I whined giving my cock a firm squeeze, soaking
my hand in precum.


Mr. Sands continued his push. My face contorted with pleasure and
bewilderment as I felt his dick stretching me open. His head shoved against
my insides, sending hypnotic waves of heat across my skin.


After his dick was halfway inside, I felt that phenomenal and eerie feeling
where it wouldn't matter if his dick was nine inches or nine feet long, I
could easily take the rest of it.


"Ho, God," Mr. Sands whispered. And almost as though through magnetism, he
sank the rest of his massive cock into my body. "RuhhhAGH!" he bellowed, as
his hips connected with my ass.


"UNNNNNGH!" I squealed, my entire body locked in place. Looking down I saw
a small pool of milky white sperm collected in my belly button. I might
have had an orgasm, but it definitely didn't feel like that. Maybe
Mr. Sands was so big that my body couldn't help itself but to cum.


"Hmmmmm," Mr. McCook, hummed, gratefully sending a finger to collect my
deposit. Happily he snacked on my loose cum, smacking his lips delightedly.
Mr. Sand's hands were frozen in the air, almost unsure of what he needed to
do next. Sweat trickled down his neck, getting lost in his furry chest. His
cock felt like a baseball bat lodged inside of me, just having it sitting
there was enough to cause me to leak cum. I could only imagine what it
might feel like to be reamed by my vice principal.


"Keep going," I whispered, demanding Mr. Sands to make a move. "Fuck me," I
coaxed, grinding my hips slightly. Mr. Sands's eyes looked to Mr. McCook
for guidance.


"You heard'm," he said as he stroked my chest, his cock hanging only inches
from my face. Suddenly I felt the slow and agonizing retreat of Mr. Sands's
cock, his thick cock feeling like he was taking the rest of my bones out of
my hole with him.


"Ah..HA...HAAAAUNGH," I yelped, my toes curling. "Hunngh...ahhhh," I sighed
in relief. "Hahaha," I giggled. Mr. Sands pushed himself back in, with
quicker progression than before. "NNNNNGH," I moaned.  My muscles
contracted and spasmed tighter than I'd ever seen. My abs which I'd noticed
some softer definition when I would check myself out in the mirror were now
tight like a washboard.


"Fuck," Mr. Sands whispered, a vein pulsed on his forehead.


"How's it feel?" Mr. McCook asked. Mr. Sands continued his slow pace of
pushing and pulling, my body basically dragging along the top of the desk
with him.


"Feels...warm...tight...nnngh...amazing," he said almost shocked with
himself. "Feels...amazing," he repeated. His pace began to increase, and I
found myself having to work to keep up with him. As his cock would push
inside of me, I would relax my muscles, and as he would pull away I would
contract them. Mr. McCook pulled and yanked on my tiny nipples, watching
his underling fuck one of the students at his own school.


"Yeah, Sebastian. You look like you're liking that," he whispered
maliciously. I looked up at him and nodded my head deliriously.  "Why don't
you tell him? Tell him what you want," he suggested.


I looked forward at Mr. Sands. I was struggling to take this massive plug
of cock, but I knew I would be able to take control in a moment. Mr. Sands
on the other hand looked as though he was going to bust any second.


"Fuck me, Mr. Sands," I commanded. "Fuck my ass." Mr. Sands took a deep
sniveling inhale, wiping his sweaty face with his forearm, revealing his
patch of armpit hair. His pace became more quickened. It was like an iron
pole, jackhammering into me. With each thrust I saw stars pulse in my
eyes. "F-fuck me...fuckkkkkkkk," I frothed at the mouth for more. "H-hungh,
harder," I whined. "Harder, Mr. Sands," I wailed as his thrusts became more
purposeful. More intense. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! FUckgglblb."
Mr. McCook's cock planted itself into my mouth, gagging me with meat as I
took Mr. Sands's cock in my ass.


My balls rolled against my taint, as I could feel a boiling hot load ready
to blow from my dick.


"I'm...I'm gonna shoot," I heard Mr. Sands say. I looked in his direction
and saw his face twist, sweat pouring down his
face. "I'm....erggh...I'm...HUNNNGH!" His chest bounced and shook as I felt
my ass inflate with hot cum. I spat Mr. McCook's salty dick out of my
mouth.


"NNNGH. Keep FUCKING me! KEEP FUCKING ME!" I roared as he continued
slamming his cock into me. Mr. Sands slammed his hand onto my chest,
cracking a huge slapping noise in the office. He ran his hand down my
chest, continuing to pump himself into me, his face contorted with
oversexed ecstacy. His hand gripped my dick and with a couple seconds of
rapid strokes...


"HANNNGH!" I wailed, as cum sprayed from my boy prick, spritzing first my
own face and then my chest, thicker ropes of cum landed on my
stomach. Mr. Sands leaned forward, his cock thrusting all the way into me
causing my entire body to writhe and reel on Mr. McCook's desk. Mr. Sands
lapped up the cum that was on my stomach first, then ran his tongue up my
neck. His hairy and sweaty body almost suffocating me with the amount of
humidity and heat that was rising from him.


"Hey, save some for me," Mr. McCook whined.


"G-get yer own," Mr. Sands said almost in a trance. "I made his cum
h-happen," he uttered gruffly.


"Well, get off 'em, and let me have some, too," Mr. McCook ordered.


"N-no," he responded, slowly fucking me once more, churning his load that
was still in my ass, pushing it deeper into me. "I want more," he
whispered.


"Hey, asshole. I'm the one who brought him to you. You should be thankin'
me," he barked back, almost like a child.


"I-I don't care!" Sands spat back. "I...I need more," he said, thrusting me
more carelessly. Less restrained.


My body tingled at the idea that these grown men were fighting over a piece
of me. As though I were a swingset on a playground, and the two of them
both wanted a turn.


"Let me fuck him," Mr. McCook demanded.


"No," Mr. Sands shot back.


"Let me!" he said pounding his fist on the desk, startling me.


"Fuck off!" Mr. Sands shouted, plowing into me. Mr. McCook spat a huge wad
of spit into Mr. Sands's beard.  Mr. Sands lunged forward gripping tightly
onto Mr. McCook's nipple twisting it fiercely. I was brought further back
so I was now between Mr. McCook's legs, his heavy balls dragging across my
face. Their hands pushed and slapped against each other's bare skin,
barking, snorting, spitting, growling, at one another like animals. All the
while, Mr. Sands's cock was still plunging in and out of me. It was like a
whole other section of heaven I'd never knew I would love. Men fighting
over me. My hole.


All of a sudden, the farmer's words shot through my brain: "You'll be able
to take 10 dicks at once if you want, but you'll always want more." I had
an idea.


"Wait!" I interjected. The two men froze above me. Mr. Sands's hands were
one, on Mr. McCook's left nipple and gripping his nuts. Mr. McCook's hands
were behind Mr. Sands's neck, one pulling on his ear, his teeth were
gnashed inside of Mr. Sands's beard. It was certainly a sight to behold. "I
think you both can fuck me," I said trying to keep the piece.


"We don't wanna take turns," Mr. McCook said, releasing Mr. Sands.


"Yeah," Mr. Sands responded, his dick still lodged inside of me.


"Here," I said, getting myself back up on my elbows. Mr. McCook backed
away, practically pouting, rage painted along his sweaty face. Mr. Sands's
cock plopped out of my ass, landing on the desk with a heavy thud. I
scooted forward toward Mr. Sands, falling from the desk and landing on my
feet. My knees quaked a bit, as I regained my footing.


"Mr. Sands, you go there," I pointed to the desk. "Sit on top of it," I
told him. His heaving muscles sank as he rested himself a top the desk. I
honestly could have just jumped on top of him right then and there, but I
needed to make sure that Mr. McCook felt included as well. "Mr. McCook, you
come here," I pointed to the front of the desk. He sauntered over, his dick
bouncing and swinging from his hips with each step. Once I had them where I
wanted them, I walked over to the desk and climbed up top, standing over
the two men. Mr. McCook looked up at me, as though he were witnessing
something holy before him. I squatted down so that I was still facing
Mr. McCook, but my ass was searching for Mr. Sands thick cock. I slowly
sank down on Mr. Sands' cock until he was completely buried in me.


"Ahhhhhhhhh," Mr. Sands moaned as though he was sinking into a hot tub. My
face twisted with a pleasured purpose.


"What the fuck is this?" Mr. McCook whined. I positioned myself so that my
back was resting on Mr. Sands's hairy chest and stomach, his cock fully
inside of me. I lifted my legs so that they were wide in the air again,
giving Mr. McCook a view of my plugged asshole. I panted and shook with
eager excitement. Finally when I knew I was ready I looked Mr. McCook in
the eyes.


"Your turn," I said, breathless.


"Wh...what?" he responded. "A-at the same time?" I nodded my head in
response.


"Y-you can do that?" Mr. Sands said softly into my ear.


"I...I think so," I said, somewhat confidently. Mr. McCook stepped forward
excitedly, and rested his dick against my taint, preparing to stuff himself
inside. "This is how you both can fuck me," I said. Mr. Sands's shifted his
position so that it would be easier for Mr. McCook to join him inside of
me.


"Y'ready?" Mr. McCook asked, his face stern, like a principal's once
again. I nodded in response. Without missing a beat, Mr. McCook pressed his
cock against Mr. Sands's easing it between the already tight fit that my
hole had left for him, and Mr. Sands's meat.


"Ahhhhhngh!" I squeaked, in euphoric agony. Mr. McCook's cock continued
forward, slowly swallowed by the force of my asshole. My breathing
quickened, precum leaked from my prick like honey, my thighs quivered at
the amount of dick that I was holding inside of me, until finally--


"I'm...I'm in," Mr. McCook said, belabored and weary. The both of them. My
principals, imprisoned by my hole. Behind me, a former marine, a brick
house of hair and muscle, in front of me, a principal, a lonely husband,
connected by one thing, my semen stained boy-hole.


"Annngh, I...I can feel you," I whimpered. "I can feel both of you. I
tightened my ass feeling the stiffness and uniquenesses of both of their
dicks. Mr. Sands's thick monster, and Mr. McCook's veiny tool. My own dick
was buzzing and bouncing wildly at this attention.


"Wh-what do we do?" Mr. Sands's asked.


"You both wanted to fuck me," I said, stiffly. "So, fuck me," I said,
glaring with lust into Mr. McCook's eyes. And so they did. Awkwardly at
first, which caused a whole tornado of sensations in me. Mr. McCook would
start to pull his dick away as Mr. Sands would, causing there to be a
displaced positioning. Mr. McCook at one point had his dick come spitting
right back out and had to stuff himself back in. Even though they weren't
skilled, I was living in the clouds. Each small motion they made I could
feel my balls tighten, ready to bust another load.


But finally they developed a rhythm. As Mr. McCook would pull away,
Mr. Sands would thrust forward, and vice versa.


"Oh fuck yeah, mmmmmmph," Mr. McCook whined. "I can feel your dick rubbing
against mine," he commented.


"Jesus Christ," Mr. Sands whimpered in my ear, my body running against his
hairy chest and stomach, soaking me with our mixtures of sweat. "This is
fucking nuts," he whispered, his tongue lashing against my ear has the both
of them continued fucking me at the same time.


"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I whined, as these men charged their dicks in and out of me,
growing more confident. When one would push hard, the other would push
harder. Perfectly in sync. "UNnnngh, fuckkk, nnnnnnnngnh!" I whined. Cum
surged from my cock involuntarily, painting my stomach with white
milk. "FUUUURRRRRRRRGHHHH!" I roared. "Ke-eeeeep fuckiiiiiiiin me-e-e-e-e!"
I cried.


"He's cummin," Mr. McCook announced. "He's...cummin!" Mr. McCook wiped his
hand through my mess and started lapping it up. Mr. Sands did the same
thing, both of them getting their fill of semen.


"Keep...ungh...fucking...mmpph...me," I said in a complete daze, the two
thick cocks continuing to drive themselves in and out of
me. "Keep...unghhhh," I whined.


"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum again," Mr. Sands whined. "I'm gonna....I'm gonna
cum..." I turned to face Mr. Sands, landing my lips on his as he drove
himself deeper into me. My body practically aflame from the amount of power
that had punched against my prostate. Mr. Sands whimpered into my mouth as
I felt more of his hot cum filling my ass.


"Oh shit, I can feel your cum around my dick," Mr. McCook whispered as he
continued to fuck me, Mr. Sands making one final push inside of me and
leaving himself parked as deep as possible. My eyes rolled as I felt his
monster of a cock plunge into my insides.


I left Mr. Sands's lips. "Keep fucking me, Mr. McCook," I whined. "Keep
goin'." My cock bounced and buzzed with each push my principal made into
me. Mr. McCook's hand rested on my cock, gripping it softly. Mr. Sands also
reached across my hips and took my cock in his hand. Both men stroked and
fondled my dick as Mr. McCook continued his wild ride inside my asshole.


"Ohhhhhh gawwwwd," I whined, my head thrown back, the back of my neck
resting on Mr. Sands's shoulder. Mr. McCook and Mr. Sands moaned
deliriously. Mr. McCook from the tight tunnel that he was drilling into,
and Mr. Sands from feeling Mr. McCook's cock run against his own, leaving
him twitching from oversensitivity. "I'm...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum
again," I whimpered. "I'm....fuck...cum...I'm...cum," I shuddered weakly,
completely zombified through pleasure as sperm oozed from my cock, tangling
inside of the two men.


"I'm....I'm cumming, too-ooooorgh!" Mr. McCook roared as more hot fluid
exploded into my hole. The two men whimpered simultaneously as their dicks
swam in each other's cum. Mr. McCook fell against me, leaving me sandwiched
between the two sweat soaked men, the two dicks pulsing like a purposeful
heartbeat inside my ass. My hearing was drowned by the sounds of heavy
panting, hot breath swarmed around my ears. Sensory overload, was what it
was. I couldn't have enjoyed the moment enough.


Slowly I felt Mr. McCook's weight leave my body, his cock slipping out of
my ass. Similarly, I felt Mr. Sands's dick ease out of me. I felt the warm
trickling of cum leaking from my hole. I shifted my weight trying to roll
away from the comfortable bed of muscle and hair that I'd been laying in. I
glanced at the clock. We were about halfway through second period. If I
left the office now, I could get my things from Mr. George's classroom and
make it to Art just before lunch.


"I..." Mr. Sands said through his labored breath. "I don't think I've been
this..." he paused searching for the words. "...at ease in years."


"I'm tellin' ya," Mr. McCook said, exhaustedly hunting for the remnants of
his clothes. "This boy's the solution to all our problems." My feet finally
hit the floor. My legs were like jello. Tired and sore from keeping up with
juggling two men and their lust-fueled needs. Cum dripped from my ass to
the floor, leaving a speckled trail on the carpet of Mr. McCook's office. I
thought about just digging out the wad that my principal's left behind, but
something about seeing it trickle to the floor, and feeling it burning
still in my hole, made me feel even better.


"Should I go back to class now?" I asked, as I slipped my underwear and
shorts over my still hard prick. The two men looked at one another, as
though the thought of grabbing me back toward them and taking me for one
more spin instantly was crossing their minds.


"We better let him back, Brian," Mr. Sands said dejectedly, reaching for
his compression shorts. The room reeked of sex. The three of us still
shining from sweat and smeared cum.  The three of us once we were fully
dressed still looked bedraggled, unkempt, and drained.


"Stay outta trouble," Mr. McCook said as I reached for the door.


"I will," I replied. I left Mr. McCook's office slightly limping, a
swelling in my chest that I had just spent the first two hours of school
getting fucked senseless by two men. A part of me was stressed by the
amount of class I had missed, but if this was what I could expect from my
day to day, I couldn't really complain.


I made my way back to Mr. George's room, the warm sensation of my
principals' collective cum still sitting inside of me. Sweat matted my hair
to my forehead, and the weakness in my legs made me look ridiculous as I
walked. I peeked through Mr. George's window to his class and didn't see
him inside. I pulled on the door handle and found it to be open. The
classroom was eerie without anyone inside of it, so I walked quickly to
retrieve my things which were still at the lab table that I had been
sitting at earlier.


"Glad to see you made it back alright," I heard a voice say from the back
corner. I spun around to see Mr. George at one of the cabinets. I figured
he must've been organizing something, and I didn't notice him.


"Oh, y-yeah," I said awkwardly. "Well, see ya tomorrow." I headed to the
classroom door.


"Whoa whoa whoa," he called after me. I watched as his chest bounced under
his school athletics shirt, instantly my eyes glazed over imagining what he
would look like without a shirt on. What he would look like as he's fucking
me. What his favorite positions were.  "I feel like you keep getting called
out of my class for a reason," he said, trying not to assume anything.


"Sorry," was all I could think of to say.


"Is everything alright?" he asked hesitantly.


"Yes! Yes. Everything's fine," I replied. His eyes checked me up and down.


"You look like you've been through hell," he commented. "You sure you're
alright?" he asked.


"Yeah, it's just real hot outside," I said, shrugging.


"I guess you're right." We stood there a while. My eyes shifted around
uneasily. I was doing anything I could not to think about him. Not to think
about his beefy muscles breaking me in half as he rammed his gigantic
schlong inside of me. Not to think about what his face must feel like
running against my asshole. Not to think about the taste of his tongue. Not
to think about--


"Well, hopefully we have an interruption-free day tomorrow," he said.


"Heh, yeah," I said stupidly and turned to leave. "See ya," I called behind
me, and pushed open his door.


The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. Art was just wrapping up, and
everyone was in the middle of drawing a self portrait of themselves with
crayons. The teacher seemed flustered as I arrived, perhaps with the idea
that she had another student to add to the class. Lunch was
uneventful. Spanish was a joke, but the teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, reminded
me of a cheerful grandmother.


I'd been looking forward to athletics, to hopefully make it up to Coach
Scott for yesterday with my mother arriving to practice earlier than I'd
told her. He seemed more focused on keeping all of the students in line,
making sure he had all of us doing stretches properly. The class was 65
seventh graders. Much bigger than our 25 swimmers on the team that I was
used to. I was only able to catch him making small glances toward me, or
small nods of approval if I did something right. Nothing to make me think
that today was a good day for any special time together. As class was
wrapping up, I couldn't even talk to him afterward because he was
disciplining two students who wouldn't stop messing around during class.


The bell rang and I was supposed to report to my mother at the car pick-up
immediately. When I saw her, she was already locked into a conversation on
her cellphone.  Lisa was sitting in the back seat with headphones on,
looking out the window with an annoyed glare on her face.


"...yes, I already told you that...yes, I read the research...What do you
want me to do? Go to the condom factory and poke holes through every condom
myself?" She pulled the phone away from her ear for a moment. "Sorry," she
said a bit embarrassed.


The drive home was a mix of my mother's agitated voice and my sister's
headphones barking some kind of aggressive beat.


"...And you know what? I bet we can put a spin on how music is...hello?
Hello? Dammit!" my mother hung up her phone and tossed it into my lap. She
had a focused stare in her eyes. "How was school?" she asked. Flashes of my
principal's nuts running across my eyes and nose, of my vice principal's
face twisted into orgasm, of the two of them fucking me at the same time,
ran through my head.


"Fine," I said, as my erection twitched in my shorts.


*


The feeling of my mother's stress was palpable throughout the rest of the
evening. She absent-mindedly put a frozen pizza in the oven with the
plastic still around it, so she decided to just get pizza delivered to our
house. Lisa took a plate into her room and shut the door. My mother just
went to her bedroom to work on the computer, leaving me to be by myself. I
took a couple of slices and sat at the table alone.


I missed my dad. While I had grown fond of many of these men I'd gotten to
meet, it was mainly because I knew they were going to give me what I
needed. My dad, though. We've been together my whole life. He wasn't just a
thick cock or a heaping spoonful of cum like everyone else. I was beginning
to realize how I'd taken his affection for granted. When he returned, I was
going to make sure that I cherished those moments more. Not the ones where
I was getting fucked by him, or swallowing his cock, but the normal stuff,
too.


I tossed my paper plate in the trash and went up to my room. I stared at
the ceiling while laying on my bed. My mind drifted between thinking about
swim practice, school, sex, and how all of those things were starting to
melt into one.


Suddenly I heard the familiar rumble of my Dad's truck outside. The hum of
the garage door opening. My heart began to race. I remained still trying to
listen. I heard the thud of doors opening and shutting and a garbled mix of
men's' voices. I jumped to my feet and dashed downstairs to the garage. As
I opened it I found my dad with three of his closest friends from back
home. Dale, Earl, and Woody.


"He-eeeeey, there he is!" my dad beamed as he met eyes with me. I ran over
to him to give him a hug. I knew it had only been a day, but it felt like
forever with the icy nature of my mother being the only parent in the
house. I ran my cheek against his wife beater, feeling his muscle rub
against my face. Taking in that musk that I'd grown so addicted. "Good
t'see ya, Seb."


"You, too," I said softly.


"Damn, Gary, who the heck is his?" I heard Woody's voice call from
behind. Woody was probably my dad's most recent friend from back home. His
face and neck, no matter the season, seemed to be red from sunburn. His
strawberry blond hair was somewhat oily, yet still soft, and styled into a
mullet. He stood somewhat stoutly, only maybe half a foot taller than me.
Due to his sleeveless Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt, I saw his "Mom" tattoo, as well
as a confederate flag on his muscular shoulder. Despite his strong arms,
his stomach curved into a solid keg of muscle, which pooched out from under
his wifebeater. His boots clack against the concrete of the garage floor as
he walked up to me.


"Hey, Woody," I said sheepishly. He liked to tease me back at home, always
saying my hair was long like a girl's.


"Looks like yer growin' out that hair even longer. Want me t'braid it for
ya?" he laughed loud and dumb at this. I rolled my eyes.


"Hey 'nere, Semmassh'n," I heard Dale's tiny voice pipe from the
truck. Dale was a tall, skinny, idiot who only knew one kind of fabric for
his clothes: denim. His denim Wranglers, despite his tall height--6'
9"--still clung to his legs as though he were full of muscle, and his denim
shirt always had a couple buttons missing at the top revealing a smear of
chest hair. Above his upper lip was a thick black mustache that covered
practically his whole mouth. "Gee you sure are gettin tall," he said.


"Comin' from you?" my dad shot back, which made the boys laugh.


"Alright, are we ready to unload this truck or what?" I heard the somewhat
croaky voice of Earl call from the driver seat. He stepped out of the truck
and swung the door shut. Earl's completely bald head shone in the soft
light of the garage, the shadow of a vein crawled up his temple. He and my
dad were about the same height, and had about the same tight and muscular
body, too. Earl was definitely not as hairy, and the one time I saw him
without his shirt on at the lake, I noticed that he liked to buzz his body
hair, stating that the ladies like it a lot more that way--cue lots of
"baldy" jokes from the peanut gallery. Today, though, Earl looked a lot
bigger. As though he'd been working out pretty seriously. Something that I
know my dad hasn't been doing. Earl and my dad have been best friends since
kindergarten. They can get on each other's nerves, but in a loving almost
brotherly way.


"Geez, Earl, you've been whippin' us all week," Woody whined. "Give us a
break!"


"Hey, no one asked you to come with," he shot back.


"Yeah, but they got that strip club in town, I heard so much about. We
still goin', right?" Woody asked desperately.


"We ain't goin' nowhere with all this shit to do," Earl barked.


"Hey watch it," my dad shot back. "What the language."


"Sorry, Seb," Earl said, dejectedly, holding his arm out. I walked over and
gave him a hug, feeling his powerful arm swing around me. I could feel the
sweat of his underarm touching my ear. "Just tired from drivin'," he patted
me on the back. "Good t'see ya."


"You, too," I said.  The men all got into work mode, grunting and huffing
and puffing animalistically as they lifted things like lumber, tool cases,
chairs, and worked to get the garage more organized. I did my best to help,
too. Trying to show that I wasn't just a little kid anymore. Not many
people would work this hard on a summer weeknight, but I guess it just went
to show how well-liked my dad was.


Finally the garage was all set up.  All the clutter that was inside at
first was now arranged neatly along the walls, leaving a nice wide open
space in the middle.


"Hooof!" Woody said, wiping his sweaty forehead. "I need a beer. And a
cigarette. And a lapdance. Hahaha!" he shouted.


"I can help with beer. Maybe cigarettes. Definitely not that last one," my
dad said as he retreated to the kitchen to grab beers for the guys. Woody
lit a cigarette and pulled up a crate and took a seat. Dale grabbed a tall
stool and sat down catching his breath as well. Earl pulled up a rolling
office chair that happened to be tucked away and offered it to me. I sat
down comfortably, feeling tired myself.


My dad came back in holding a couple of six packs of Bud Light.


"Dig in boys," he announced.


"Yeehaw!" Woody screeched.


"Alright alright, keep it down, the missus is sleepin'" my dad interjected.
The boys didn't keep it down though. After a half of a beer they were back
to hooting and hollering about good times and old times. I just sat and
listened, smiling with them. Eventually my dad handed me a beer, and I
gladly took it. Tasting it, however, was a pretty jarring. It tasted like
sweat and salt and potatoes. I grimaced and the boys all laughed at me.


"Seb's all grown up now!" Dale squeaked and laughed his little hillbilly
laugh. "Y'all remember the time at the ol' lake. Seb musta been only
four. Lost his swimmin' trunks in the water, and came bustin' out all
runnin' around like his tail was on fir'. His lil' willy bouncin' around,"
he hiccupped and laughed some more. I barely remembered these stories, but
it made my eyes light up to see how these guys remembered me at an early
age.


"His little behind was brighter'n the sun!"  he continued chuckling.  I
felt my dad's hand on the back of my neck gripping it softly. I leaned into
his grip slightly, feeling a warmth buzz through me. I couldn't drink the
rest of my beer, so I handed it to Woody who laughed at my expense.


For the first time in a couple of days, I felt totally at ease. Like there
wasn't anything cloud my consciousness. Maybe it was having my dad by my
side, uninterrupted. Maybe it was just being in the midst of all of these
men that made me feel comfortable. I wasn't sure.


"Gary, close that there garage door. Bugs are gettin' in!" Woody piped
in. My dad let go of my neck and got up to shut the garage door. As the
door slid the rest of the way down, I heard my mother calling from
inside. I rolled my eyes, and to my surprise my dad's friends all seemed in
on the same joke and started yelling "Uh-ohhhh!" and making sounds that
resembled a whip cracking through the air.


"Better get in 'ner quick, G," Dale squeaked, laughing his thin laugh.


"Yep, you don't wanna get eaten by the dragon, do ya?" Woody called after
him as he stood up toward the door, smoke pouring from his mouth as he
joined Dale in laughter.


"Man, y'all give the man a break," Earl said, crossing his arms, looking
irritated. "Y'all know he's the only one of us four gettin' any tonight."
Dad waved his hand at us, as though none of what was being said bothered
him. He left through the side door, leaving me with the three men.


"Don't be so sure," Woody piped in, "I'm all sortsa fired up," he said
gripping his belt. "I'll be we can find us some loose ol bitties out here,
just as well."


"Aw now, come on, we said we weren't gonna leave Gary behind," Dale took a
swig of his near empty beer, grabbed another one from the cooler and
fidgeted with the cap.


"Yeah, Woody, if you wanna walk the streets at night lookin' for tail, be
our guest," Earl said. The three of them talking about having sex was
getting me hard. I was just imagining the three of them naked. What they
might look like with no clothes on. All three of them, choking me with
their dicks. Stuffing me full.


"Sorry, Seb," Earl said sheepishly. "Shouldn't be talkin' about this stuff
around you."


"It's okay," I said shrugging.


"Yeah, Earl, he's old enough!" Woody teased. "Bet he's got some crazy
stories. C'mon Seb, tell us all about it," he laughed, taking another long
drink of beer.


"Shut up Woody. Seb's just a kid," Earl said defensively. I don't know what
made me say anything, and I probably should have just dropped it, but
something about needing to be part of the group made me.


"I've had sex lots a times," I said folding my arms.


"Ohhhhhhhh shit!" Woody said drunkenly. "Y'hear that Earl? Even Gary's SON
is gettin' more pussy'n you! HA HA HA!"


"Would you just shut the fuck up?" Earl shouted back.


"Guys, guys, guys," Dale held his arms out. "No reason t'get fresh," he
said peacefully.


"Nah man, I wanna hear more about how Seb's had sex LOTSA TIMES. Was she
hot? What? Was she third grader? HA!"


I kept an emotionless smirk on my face, trying to find Woody's eyes. They
were squinted closed, tears streaming from them with laughter, his whole
face red with booze. Finally I caught a glimpse, and tried sending him the
answers to his questions.


"I wasn't getting the pussy, Woody. I am the pussy. I'm the nicest piece
you're ever gonna get. Just you wait."


"Haha! Ha...I bet Seb's got a monster, too," he laughed, taking a long
sniff and wiping his face with his bare arm. "Just a big ol' donkey dick,"
he laughed softly.


"Somethin' like that," I said coolly.


"Dammit, Woody. What the hell you even talkin' about?" Earl snapped.


"Ha, fuck, I dunno. Heh heh, it's...just a lil hot in here, I guess," Woody
said, shaking his head.


"That's right, Woody. My dick makes men cry. Makes men do things they would
never think of doing. I know you want to see it.


"Just tryin' to see what the kid's workin' with," Woody explained, gulping
down more beer. "Kids're always bragging about their dingalings to each
other."


"That's weird though, man. That's Gary's kid," Dale interjected. I turned
my head toward Dale, locking my eyes with his.


"That's right, I'm Gary's kid," I thought loudly. "And Gary knows that I've
had sex. He knows first-hand. I've had my dad's cock inside of me many
times. Maybe you'd like to be part of the club?"


"So why don't you just drop it, Woody. Let's change the subject," Dale said
diplomatically.


"But Dale," I said, standing up. I turned away from the three men, undid my
shorts. Propping one knee on the rolling chair, I showed a bit of my ass
right in Dale's direction.


"Whoa, Nelly!" Dale said, slapping his hand on his knee. "What in Sam Heck
y'think yer doin'?" I slid my hand down my shorts, revealing a bit more of
my ass.


"Does it look like you remember in your story from the lake?" I asked
innocently.


"Man, look what you gone done and started," Earl said exasperatedly.


"What? I didn't do nothin'!" Woody shouted, but he was still unable to look
away. As I turned my head to check on them all, I saw Woody's eyes wide and
bugging out, Dale's mouth dropped open, even below his thick mustache. Earl
on the other hand was avoiding looking.


"Hey Early," I said. Early was his nickname when I was real young, maybe
three, he stole a glance at me, and while I his attention, I screamed in my
own head.


"I've wanted your dick for the longest time. I used to spy on you in the
bathroom, watching you get undressed. I want that monster cock down my
throat, in my ass. I want to feel run my tongue along that sweaty bald
head. I wanna feel your knuckles punching my prostate. I want to swing from
your dick like the branch of a tree. I want you to FUCK ME!"


Suddenly the side door opened, snapping all of us out of our
conversation. I pulled my shorts back up and sat down on the chair, with a
nonchalant smile. My dad entered the doorway.


"Hoooo-ee, I hope there's a beer left for me. Sorry fellas." But no one
said anything. Everyone just stayed put, trying to ignore what I'd just
done. Dad went over and grabbed a beer. He took a look at each one of his
pals. "What'd I miss?" he asked skeptically.


"N-nothin," Dale said nervously. "Uh...um, how's Lori?" he asked.


"Ah, you know her. She's workin'. Probably gonna be one of her all
nighters. You know how she can get when she's focused," he popped the cap
off his beer, and downed over half of it.


"You know," my dad piped in with his beer outstretched, "movin's really
hard. It's been hard for us these past few weeks. Lori and Lisa, they've
been keepin' to themselves. But for me, and for Sebastian. It's been real
hard. I mean real, real hard," I couldn't help but notice my dad's bulge in
his jeans as he kept saying the word "hard." My boner definitely wasn't
soft either. "So I just wanna thank the three of you. You're all real good
friends." The four of them, raised their beers and took a swig.


"And Seb," my dad held his arm out to me. I stood up and pressed my side
against his as he pulled me in for a mild embrace. "Couldn't a done it
without ya. All the work that we did when we first got here. Puts these
guys t'shame really." The group laughed softly at this. "I'm real proud a
you." I almost felt like this speech was his apology to me for keeping me
so pushed away since my mother came home. Regardless, it felt good in my
heart to hear him say these things. He pulled me in tighter, giving me a
better sense of his manly musk, and gave me a fatherly kiss on the top of
my head.


"Hmm," he sighed softly. I looked up at him. His warm face. The tough
muscles in his face, finally seeming more relaxed. He leaned down and gave
me a kiss on the forehead. When he pulled away, I saw that look of hunger
in his eyes.


The boys continued trading stories back and forth, trying to one up each
other's embarrassment as well as virtue. What would start as stories of
failed dates, injuries, and black-out drunk stories, devolved into
boistrous retellings of sex: "pussy", "poon", and "pieces" were the main
subject.


"Ma-aaan, you don' know what the fuck yer talkin' about," Woody barked
across at Earl, spit flying from his mouth. "I was swimmin' in pussy before
I met y'all. I was like BAM BAM BAM!" Woody planted his beer bottle at his
crotch and thrust into the air, spilling beer on himself and the floor.


"Yeah, right," Dale scoffed, "Maybe yer sisters!" My dad and Earl busted
out laughing, tears in their eyes.


"L'at least I'm still gettin' some," Woody drawled. "Gary, when's a last
time you got any 'tang," Woody asked.


"Oof, he's gotta point there, Gar'" Earl encouraged.


"Let's just say, I've been very, very happy," my dad said, shooting me a
quick glance.


"Y'gotta thaw yer dick out afterward?" Woody blasted across the
room. "Y'gotta--hic--y'gotta dust all the snow off yer balls." Dale and
Earl cackled at this comment. It was obvious that it was a running joke
that my mother was frigid, and from what it seems, not very sexual.


"Yeah, yeah, yeah," my dad dismissed them waving his hand at them.


"D'aww c'mon Woods, yer makin' the boy uncomfortable," Dale said, wiping
his wet eyes with his thumb.


"I only speak the truth," he responded before chugging the final glugs of
his beer. He stood up to stumble toward the cases of beer my dad
brought. His hand reached into the torn cardboard, to pull out one final
bottle of Bud Light. "Wuh-oh," he said jiggling the bottle slightly. "Las'
one," he said. "Guess it's all mine."


"Whoa whoa!" Dale called out. "You've been slammin' 'em back way quicker."


"Yeah, fuck you, Woody," Earl called.


"Boys, boys," my dad interjected. "How many have you had, Earl?"


"Maybe four?" he responded.


"Dale?" my dad asked.


"Four or five. Can't remember," he shrugged, his denim shirt having had a
looser button, revealed more of his lean chest.


"Woody?" my dad asked, inquisitively. Woody froze, almost feeling accused.


"Sheeyit, how'm I supposed t'remember?" he said swinging his arms.


"We could decide this the ol' fashioned way," my dad suggested. I saw the
faces of the three men change almost instantly. I had no idea what that
meant. Were they going to fight? To do a spitting contest?


"Aww, man. A Pecker Checker?" Dale asked somberly.


"You know it," my dad jumped to his feet and started unfastening his
belt. My eyes widened in shock. What was a Pecker Checker? And did it mean
what I thought it meant? My dick sprang to attention at the idea.


"Well, we all know who's gonna win," Woody said, kicking the empty box of
beer. "'Swear this contest is rigged."


"Well, then I guess I'd be takin' my beer then," my dad said.


"Alright, alright," Woody said. "Jesus, with yer kid here an' everything."
Woody undid his belt, unzipped his fly. I adjusted myself accordingly,
shifting my cock underneath the waistband of my shorts. My eyes fixated on
this free look at a whole meat market that I was about to experience. Woody
fished his dick out of his briefs and revealed himself with a heavy
flop. It wasn't bad for a limp dick. I could tell it'd be thicker once it
grow. A fresh pink color, and no trace of pubic hair around his groin
whatsoever. His balls were sizable, heavy, and a rosy beige.


"Aww it's like a wittle baby," Dale said reaching over with a long hairy
arm, tickling the head of Woody's cock.


"Gah! Fuck you man. Shit. Whatever. Woody f'yer fuckin' consideration," he
said, arms outstretched, jiggling his hips a bit, causing his meat to flop
about. The boys all laughed. I threw in a couple of chuckles, too. But all
I could think about watching Woody's cock flailing about was how I wished
that my face was directly in front of it. I could only hope that the
other's would follow suit. "Welp, guess I'm the only one spinnin' my meat,
so I guess I win by default," Woody taunted.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dale said, jumping to his feet, hooking his thumbs in
his waistband. He fumbled drunkenly with his belt and fly. He swayed
side-to-side as his undid his zipper before pulling out his dick. Dale's
cock was a dark brown color, thinner than Woody's, but I could tell that he
had a long tool to work with to go with his height. His balls hung low,
nestling his limp dick in the excess of skin he had for a nutsack. I
spotted glimpses of tight and curly pubic hair that matched the texture
that I saw sprouting from his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

"Hee hee heeeee," he said admiring the fact that his was certainly longer
than Woody's. "I'll take that," Dale reached out his arms, taking the beer
from Woody's hand.


"D'aww man," Woody griped.


"Hold on, boys," my dad interjected. "Still got a few more contenders
here." Dad stepped forward, fished his cock out of his jeans. Watching it
flop over his buttoned fly was like watching a work of art. His velvety
skin swung at his waist, his firm and plump balls puffed beneath the
semi-erect shaft that easily destroyed Woody and Dale's sizes. My cock
thrashed and pounded at the cage of my shorts. I could feel my prostate
pulsing along with my quickening heartbeat.


"Ma-aaan," Woody said, "S'not fair. Look at'm! He's even getting hard!
That's not in the rules! If I'd a known we had to be hard, I woulda fluffed
up before jumpin' in!"


"Ha-ha! Look at Seb's face," Dale said, pointing at me. I suddenly felt
aware of everyone looking in my direction, and from what I felt in the
humid garage, it felt as though everyone could tell that I had a raging
hard on imprisoned within my shorts.


"Well, it's not over yet, kids," Earl said coolly, getting to his feet, and
taking a powerful stance as he walked into the growing circle of men. In a
smooth motion, Earl ripped open his buttoned fly and whipped out a stunning
piece of meat. A soft shade of pink, thick, and glistening from humidity of
the garage, his cock practically sprung to life as he retreived it from his
shorts.


"D-aaaamn, Earl!" Woody mocked. "Must be hard fer you to keep from chompin'
down on all dick yer seein' judgin' by how hard you are already. What,
r'you a big ol' queer?"


"Nope," Earl said, brusquely, his dick bouncing freely in the sticky
air. "Just a man who wants another beer," he said, taking the beer as
though it were a torch from my dad's hands. By now, Woody's dick had
swelled slightly in size, Dale's seemed to elongate slightly as well. My
dad's continued its heavy sagging, but Earl's seemed to be the only cock
that was standing erect. "Guess we know who's got the best pleasure stick,
too," Earl bragged, twisting the cap off the beer, shuffling with his dick
and balls to tuck them back into his pants.


"Whoa, wait a minute," my dad piped in, his voice slightly higher, slurred,
playful. A way I hadn't quite heard before. "We got another player right
here," my dad's hand gestured to me.


Oh no, I thought. I'd known these guys almost my whole waking memory. I
didn't want them thinking I wasn't packing like the rest of them.


"Haha, Sebastian?!" Woody yapped like a hyena. "No way in hell!" Woody
balled up the bottom of his shirt, and wiped his sweating forehead with it,
revealing more of his pink, rotund stomach to me.


"Bet he's still got that lil weiner. Jus' like I remember," Dale cooed,
tugging the neck of his shirt, puffing cool air onto his face.


"Show 'em whatcha got, Seb," my dad coaxed playfully. I looked around at
the circle of men, staring at me expectantly, their eyes revealing no
judgment. I sighed, and got to my feet, my back slightly arched since my
erection was pressing so firmly against my shorts. I unbuttoned my fly,
causing my shorts to fall to my ankles. The boys all hooped and hollered
watching me get down to my briefs. I tugged on my waistband slightly,
causing my dick to spring triumphantly into the air. The boys all roared
with cheers.


"DA-AAAAAMN!" Woody roared, squatting a bit to get a better look, as though
my dick were a praying mantis on a twig. "Look'a that dick!"


"Hooooo-eeeee!" Dale screeched "Guess its hereditary, eh, Gary?" My dad
smiled in return.


"Welp," Earl said, reaching the beer across the circle in my
direction. "Guess we got ourselves a winner."


"Yee-haw!" Woody cheered, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly as
I took the beer into my hands, his cock flopped softly against my ribs.


"Dang, how y'all get this hard after drinkin' anyway," Dale asked, pawing
Earl's firm hard-on, causing Earl to jolt back slightly. "Look even Gary's
pickin' up steam," he pointed at my Dad's now full-grown cock, the object
of my affection. Even with three new cocks to choose from, Dad's was still
the one that I would take in a heartbeat. I licked my dry lips slightly, my
eyes darting to each dick as though I were a frog and they were all flies.


"C'mon, Seb," Earl piped in calmly, snapping me out of my trance, "take a
drink. You've earned it."


I looked at each of the boys. Woody who was busy stuffing his junk back
into his jeans. Dale who was looking at me the way man sees a child who's
all grown up. Earl looked at me expectantly, his cock still bouncing,
tantalizing me. I tipped the bottle of beer, feeling its sparkly and
starchy texture hit my tongue, lukewarm, like dirty laundry.


I gazed at my dad from head to toe, focusing long and hard on his thick
cock. Imagined myself swinging from it. Imagined the full length of it
pounding into me, and then leaving my body feeling empty. Imagined gagging
on the head as it lodged itself in my throat, suckling my mucusy slobber
gratefully from his shaft.


I took the beer away from my mouth and swallowed difficultly. I glanced
down to see a glistening strand of precum dangling from my cock. The three
boys cheered me on as I got the rest of the beer down.


My dad smiled at me with pride.


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