Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2019 17:28:48 +0000 From: Tiao Wu Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 17 This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincidental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy. *************************************************************************** Chapter 17 - Exhibition Heat. Intense, uncomfortable, unbearable heat. Like curling up inside of an oven. Like resting upon a hot sidewalk. Sweat ran down my neck. Humidity clouded my vision. I ran the back of my head against something firm and soft. Something familiar. Was it my father's stomach? No, firmer and more industrial. If only I could just open my eyes to see. "Nhhhh," I groaned. My mouth was like sandpaper. I felt completely dehydrated. Hungover. My head throbbed. I made a meager attempt to lift my arm to my forehead. My forearm ran across the bridge of my nose. I felt the slick sensation of sweat. Not like sex-sweat, but like yard-work sweat. Suddenly I heard the faint noises of men speaking in the distance. "...care what he said or did. You shoulda known better than to..." My vision slowly was starting to return. Four watery silhouettes shimmered in front of me like ripples in a lake. "...just gonna have to learn how to..." My dick ached. In one facet, because I'd just finished having a marathon weekend of raw sex. First, an all-nighter with my dad, having my brains fucked out in every room of my childhood home. Then, by all of my dad's friends. The "uncles" that babysat, watched over me, and watched me grow up. Dale, my dad's go-to yes-man. Woody, the strip-club addicted toilet-comedian. And Earl, the man made of marble who longed for me, longer than I even knew. Those boys used me for all I knew how to give. My dick ached for more. "...hope this doesn't mean good-bye..." My head swam with need and lust. I tightened my hole, feeling it stick with old cum and sweat. Like a baby to a bottle, I wondered when my next feeding would be. Would it come like clockwork? Or would I have to go out and hunt for it? In the end, it didn't really matter. Cock was becoming like the sunrise. Inevitable and expected. "...take care and be sure to..." I began to wonder how the rest of the day was going to go. Would the men just continue taking turns with me? Or would it be like in the garage--hands grabbing every which way, trying to get a piece of my ass whenever it presented itself. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a truck door opening, the rocking of a chassis, followed by the slamming of the door once again. Then silence. "Nnngh," I groaned once again. "Yep?" my dad's voice entered my ears, bringing me back to life. "D-dad?" I asked weakly. I turned my head to face him. I now realized I was sitting in my dad's truck. In the summer heat, it had been cooking me for who knows how long. "Y'alright?" he asked, switching the keys in the ignition, causing the truck to rumble with energy. The manufactured air of the truck hit me like a wet sponge. "I...what happened?" I felt the truck backing up. "We're heading back home," he said. My heart sank with disappointment. I understood why we had to leave the old house. But for all the reasons in my head--non-stop fucking, endless supplies of dick--why did it matter if we went home to our family, to school, back to responsibility? "Is everyone mad at me?" I asked nervously. "Ha," my dad chuckled as he put the truck into gear. With the windows rolled down the cool air was a much-needed refreshment. "Quite the opposite, son." "Wh-whaddya mean?" I asked. "Dale, Woody, and Earl want to start making regular visits to Birchwood. Can hardly say they're mad at you." I smiled weakly. Sounds good to me, I thought. When can I pencil them in? "Obviously I'm...I'm beside m'self." Dad ran his hand across his face, stroking his facial hair. "Feel like I...started a wildfire." "A wildfire?" I asked. "Threw one measly cigarette into a pile of dry brush and now the whole neighborhood up in flames," he said somewhat distantly. Somber. "But Dad," I said, "I don't see it like that at all." "Oh, really?" he said, not really hearing me. "Yeah. It's been so great since you introduced me to sex. I can't explain how it's been different, but...it's been..." "C'mon, Seb, you don't have to explain. Gettin' yer rocks off is fun. Nothin' more than that." "No, it's more than just fun! I feel like I've...changed..." I didn't know how to tell my dad the truth. Having cock in my ass, cum in my mouth, and my balls put to the test was becoming my way of life. And if he thinks that eventually my influence would spread through the whole neighborhood, then maybe it would. Let every house burn with lust for Sebastian Smalls. "Well, maybe it was wrong of me to get you hooked in so early," he retorted. "I'm worried that yer gonna get hurt." His eyes focused on the road as we entered the highway. "I won't get hurt, Dad. I promise." Dad shook his head. "Can't promise that, Seb. I can't watch over you all the time." "But Dad, I wanted Dale, Woody, and Earl to fuck me," I explained, trying to sound rational. "God dammit!" he said pounding his steering wheel. "Don't you hear how wrong that is?" "You're the one who told me that you wanted to let me be free, not like how you grew up! So, what is it, Dad?" "But not like this!" Dad shouted back. "You just want to be the only one who gets to fuck me. You just don't wanna share me with anyone else!" I screamed. The truck went silent. Nothing but the sound of the truck rolling along the highway. Dad rolled up the windows to keep the sound of the wind from growing too loud. We sat in silence for a long while. Eventually, dots of rain began to speck the windshield as we continued to drive underneath a grey sky. "I don't want to discuss this any further," my dad said. "Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked. "I said, I don't want to talk about this anymore, Seb." "Why, Dad?" Dad went silent again, gripping the steering wheel. "It's hard for me, Seb." I watched my dad clench his jaw, almost as though he needed to chew up his sentence before saying it. "To see the boy I raised...being...treated like that. By my own friends. At first, I thought it was all them. But when I found out that you instigated?" "What's that mean?" I interrupted. "That you...that you're the one made it happen, Seb. It made me...it made feel..." "What, Dad?" I coached. "Strange." "Strange how?" Dad searched for the right words. "Well, at first, I was mad, like any father would be. Then I was...turned on?" he said begrudgingly. Dad was turned on by the idea of his friends fucking his son? Perfect! I thought. This seemed like a no brainer. We can all just be one big happy fucking family. I can see it now. A nice house where we all get our own room. Everyone gets their chance to fuck Seb whenever they want. "And I don't think that's right, Seb. I shouldn't be excited to see you getting fucked like that. That could get dangerous." "Why? That's awesome, Dad! Why don't we have Uncle Earl, Woody, and Dale over every weekend? We can go camping! Everyone can have a chance to fuck me and--" "I said, Seb. I don't want to talk about it." And that was that. I glanced down at my dad's waist and saw his erection in his jeans as firm as ever. I knew it wasn't a good idea to reach over and grab it, despite how tempting it was. I decided to just rest my head against the window, shut my eyes and get some rest. Maybe by the time I woke up, we'd be home, and I could put this weekend, even as much fun as it was, behind me. ** Suddenly, I felt my temple vibrate against the glass of the truck window. Feeling jarred, and still groggy, I woke up. It was considerably darker, probably thirty minutes after sunset. We had pulled off onto a back road. I saw fields of brush, cactus, and long dry grass illuminated by the trucks headlights. "Mmhm, where are we Dad?" I asked, still not quite awake. "Pulled over for sec. We're about thirty minutes from home," he explained. "Well, if we're almost home, couldn't we just...keep going?" We sort of just sat still in the truck, the engine humming, moths spinning around the brightness of the headlights. "Seb, yer my only son," he finally said after a while. "Y-yeah?" I said, somewhat stupidly. "So when I say that I want you to be safe, I mean it. The idea of losing you...it's unimaginable t'me," he confessed. "Yer not gonna lose me. I don't wanna lose you either, Dad," I said tenderly. "Promise me that you'll be careful. You'll take care of yourself," he said solemnly, looking me in the eye. "I promise, Dad." "And if anyone comes along that you think fucks better than me," he added. "Come find me, and I'll remind you what it really means to get fucked, y'understand?" he said with a mix of seriousness and humor. "Haha, yes sir," I said with a makeshift salute. "Now," he said adjusting his crotch, squirming in his seat. "Wanna fuck in the back of the truck before we get home?" "Yes sir!" I said excitedly, practically jumping out of my clothes. Dad switched off the truck so that we were engulfed in darkness. We both exited the truck and headed to the bed behind us. Dad undid the tailgate and lifted me up so that I was sitting on it. His face came to mine, and without any hesitation, his tongue was in my mouth, and we were making out. Our gruff breath fed one another's lust. The harder one of us pushed, the more violently the other pushed back. It seemed so open out where we were, accompanied by the warmth of the night as well as the sounds of cicadas hissing in the distance. Fireflies danced leaving a meteor shower of gold. One of the signs of summer coming to a close that I always remembered as a young kid growing up. Dad's hands ran up my shirt, feeling my chest, my stomach, rounding his fingers around my firm nipples. "Mmmmph," I whimpered into my dad's mouth as we continued wrestling our tongues against one another. Dad started running his hands up my shirt, pulling the fabric over my head, balling it up and tossing it to the back of the truck. Dad's mouth left mine and he started bathing my torso with his tongue, taking in every taste that I had to offer him. "God you taste so fucking good, Seb. Mmmph," he growled, sinking his teeth into my nipples, chewing on my tough skin. "Errrrgh, yeah Dad," I whimpered. Dad ran his tongue wildly along the length of my abs, spitting on my chest, and then licking it back up. Finally, he lobbed the wad of spit he'd slung against my stomach and brought his tongue back to my mouth, letting me drink his mix of sweat and spit. Dad's hands gripped my thighs, clawing their way underneath my briefs and gripping my firm prick. "Annngh, yeah," I whispered. His head was inches from my face. I ran my lips along his sweaty hair, my eyes rolling back in my head at the noxious scent that he always radiated. I wish I could bottle it and smell him whenever I wanted. My lips grazed against his scalp, taking in the sweat that collected on his skin from this humid summer evening. Dad used his hands that were in my shorts to lift and shove me further back in the truck, giving him room to let himself climb in the bed with me. Dad's body was firmly against mine, and naturally, I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting his bulge rub against mine as he rocked his hips back and forth. I hooked my hands under dad's wifebeater and peeled it off of his skin. That initial feeling of my dad's hairy body against my smooth skin always sends chills through my body. Dad grabbed hold of the waistband of my shorts and started yanking them off of me. My dick flopped against the base of my stomach with a loud slap. I remember fondly of being completely naked and feeling vulnerable and afraid, but with Dad, I always felt the most at ease. This picture-perfect sundown was making everything that much better. "Nnngh, Dad," I whispered hoarsely. I felt his scraggly chin near my cock. "Ready for me to suck it, Seb?" he asked. A smile crept across my face. "Oh yeah, Dad, suck my dick," I whined giddily as I felt his warm mouth engulf my prick. "Mmmmm," I hummed. Dad gripped his hands on my hips and pulled me into him, guiding me into his throat. His thumb pressed against my taint at first and then explored deeper until naturally it sunk into my hole. "Annnngh," I grunted as I felt my dad's thumb pressing against my prostate. The sound of crickets chirping and cicadas hissing blended with the sound of my sharp inhales of pleasure. My dad smacked his lips as he pulled away from my cock. "I wanna eat that hole, Seb," Dad grumbled. My cock raged with excitement. I laughed softly, eagerly kicking off my shorts to the side of the truck bed as my dad pushed further into me so that my dad's legs were fully on the truck, running the extent of his denim waist against my bare ass. Dad gripped my ankles with his strong hands and pushed them backwards so that my spine ran against the bed of the truck and my exposed hole was at his mercy. Dad took no time in diving into my ass as though it were a swimming pool. I felt his facial hair first but then his piping hot tongue prodding against my asshole. "Rrrragh!" I squeaked, as I felt the slipperiness of his tongue driving deep into my ass. "UNnnngh!" My cock bounced and buzzed with lust. At this point, my body was used to having the cum fucked out of me, one maybe two times. So to be tortured by the sensation of my father's mouth pressed against my hole, was almost too much to bear. My dad's voice grumbled with lust, chewing up my hole and even spitting it out, back against my skin, slurping up his own spit. It was almost as though seeing his son spit roasted, fucked to and fro by his friends unleashed a newer side to him. Not to the extent to where he was Woody, treating me like I was a whore he picked up off the street, but a canvas that he could experiment with. He muttered a soft laugh as his jaw grinded against my asshole, chomping my rectum as though it were a dish. I could almost read his face as he experimented with his private part of my body. What if I slapped my hand against him right here? "NNNGH!" I whimpered, and then responded by encouraging him to go further with my own grinding of my hips. What if I spat against his balls and suckled both of them at the same time? "RAAAAGH!" I growled and slammed my hand against the back of his head, gripping his damp hair, to show that I enjoyed it intensely. "Mmmm," I whimpered. "Dad, I want you to fuck my face," I pleaded. And with that request, Dad stood to his feet, and within ten seconds, kicked of his boots, jeans, and underwear, in his hands gripping a thick hard-on waiting for me. I crawled to my knees and took my dad's cock in my hand. I stared at it in the thick fog of night, and it took me no time at all to dive onto my father's dick into my mouth and push his meat to the back of my throat as far as it could possibly go. I held his entire dick in me for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of his meat pulsing between my lips, teeth, tonsils, and throat, excited to be pleasuring my dad the way that I was. I took my dad's hand and encouraged him to grip the messy locks of my hair behind my head. He took the cue without needing much direction and proceeded to fuck my skull. My dad's cock warped in and out of my head as though it were nothing, using my face as though it were nothing but a source of pleasure. My balls jumped to the base of my cock, as though I were primed and ready to cum right away. "Mmmmph. Mmmmph," I whimpered as my dad's thick dick drove in and out of my face. I gripped the base of my cock, almost as though I were holding my cum inside. I shuddered from my shoulders to my ankles as I squatted before my dad's bucking waist. "Mmmmm! MMMMPH!" Despite my best efforts, I couldn't hold it. Dad continued slamming his dick against the back of my throat, and without even thinking, cum started spewing from my prick like a kinked-up hose just getting let free. "MMMPH! MMMPH!" I squealed, feeling the surge of seed spew from my prick, an orgasm just from having my dad's dick in my mouth. My ankles quaked with fatigue. "Nnngh, Seb, I'm gonna fuckin'...I'm gonna fuckin' CUMMMM!" Dad roared into the night before I felt his cock pulse in between the prison of my jaw. Savory and sweet cum surged from my dad's cock, into my guts. I tried to savor each drop, but the tip of his dick was too far into me that all I could feel was the familiar sensation of hot liquid sliding down my throat. Dad slowly continued pushing his cock deep into my head, grabbing handfuls of hair, twisting my locks with his fingers, letting the final drops of cum seep into me. As he pulled away, I saw him lift his shirt over his head revealing his perfectly sculped and hairy body. The moonlight shone on his chest. Sweat hung on his body hair like rain on tree branches. "Hooooo," my dad exhaled, pressing his cock against my cheeks, eyebrows, painting my forehead with my residual slobber. Dad squatted down so that he could clean the mess of jizz that I'd left on the bed of his truck, dabbing my semen with his fingers, and then tasting me. He approached my face with his tongue slightly hanging out, cum swinging from his lips. I parted my mouth slightly, allowing my dad to fit his tongue and lips between mine. I sucked the leftover cum from his tongue and gratefully swallowed it for myself, letting my dad carry me away with his passionate lips, making out with me in the humid open air. Dad's body pressed against mine as he carefully inched across the bed of the truck until we were both fully hidden by the metal surrounding us in the back of the pickup. My hands ran along his back, feeling his skin against mine. I gripped the sides of my dad's firm hips with my legs, grinding my boy prick against my father's body. Dad's cock pulsed against mine as he humped against me. I could feel his core muscles rippling with each frustrated yet excited movement. "Nnngh, I wanna taste that ass, Seb," Dad grumbled before his hands ran against the backs of my thighs, lifting my legs over my head, practically flipping me over. My stomach tightened with excitement as I felt my tender hole exposed in the open air, Dad's hands pushed against the small of my back, supporting me from falling over. My neck ached as my dad held my like this, but any discomfort disappeared as I felt my dad's lips taste first the backs of my legs, sending quick tingles through my body. Then his lips travelled to my ass, lapping up my skin with his tongue. Finally, I felt his tongue press against my hole, sinking its way into me. "Annnngh," I whimpered. Dad's chin scraped against my soft skin as he chewed my hole violently, as though my hole were a meal for him to sustain. Dad's arms were a vice that rested along my stomach and my back, his hands pinching and groping any muscle that was near. Dad's head shook with crazed lust as he buried his face deeper into my ass, his tongue snaking inside my hole. "Annnnngh! Y-yeeah, Dad," I groaned sensually. My arms were splayed to my side, unable to reach my dad's head, but if I could, I would have been forcing him to go harder on me. That didn't matter, though. Dad seemed to want more. He smeared the entire length of his face along my hole. I was treated to his sweaty and smooth forehead, his prominent nose, his unbearably rough beard, his wet tongue. Dad's hand slammed against the side of my ass like a whip. "NNNNGH!" I cried. Precum was seeping from my dick like honey, drizzling my face. Dad's tongue went back to digging through the canal of my ass, sending fierce electricity though my already trembling body. "Unngh, D-dad," I whined. My balls jolted to the sides of my dick. "Yer gonna...gonna make me c-cum again..." I sobbed. Dad sucked on my ass even more fervently than before. His muffled voice rumbled against my hole, encouraging me to cum. "UNNGH. ANNNGH! AGHHHHH!" I squealed as cum began to rain along my face, piping hot from my prick. My mouth opened, catching a good helping, but I couldn't control the way my dad was making me violently spray. I couldn't believe what my body was doing. I was cumming as though I hadn't busted a load in months. It was as if my father was able to tap into my needs unlike any other. Dad slowly guided my body as he let my legs fall to each side of his hips, my hole resting on my dad's erection, my shoulders and upper back still on the truck, but my lower back and thighs rested against my dad's knelt legs. My chest rose and fell with weary fatigue, but I knew that we weren't finished, and I was ready for anything. "Damn, Seb," Dad said wiping my face with his hand, helping himself to my cum as he licked his fingers. "Twice already?" His hips slowly gyrated, his cock running along the length of my asshole, teasing me for what I knew I wouldn't be able to resist. "Got any left in there?" he asked playing with my cock. "Nngh, yeah Dad. Plenty more," I said with a smile on my face. Dad's gaze ran along my limber body, admiring the way I was able to athletically manipulate myself into anyway that he could want me to. Dad's hands travelled from my neck to my hips, stroking me. His left hand groped my ass, while his right found my cock, gripping it tightly. "Mmmmph," I squirmed at the sensation of his touch. Dad's thumb sank into my hole, pressing deep into me. "MMMM," I arched my back at as Dad prodded my hole with his finger. Precum leaked from my prick, signaling that I was eagerly wanting more. Dad drove his thumb inside of me, twisting his wrist, pressing his bone against my prostate. "Grrraaah," I groaned, my voice heavy with lust. "Feel good, Seb?" Dad asked, coyly. "Nnngh, yeah, Dad. Yeah, I want you to fuck me so badly, Dad," I whined. "Mmmm, fuck yeah," Dad growled, retreating his hand from my ass. Dad adjusted himself so that he was more grounded, spreading apart his thighs, resting on his knees. With a seamless force, Dad lifted me from the small of my back, and slowly began to lower me onto the tip of his cock. I felt the firm sponginess of my dad's cock ease into me, that initial sharp surprise of something of that size moving into me, waved over my body quickly like a curtain. "Annnnngh," I whispered, shuddering with excitement. Dad's cock began easily sliding between my ass, with each inch my jaw dropped in pleasure until finally I had my father fully lodged inside of me. "NNNGH!" I cried, a smile swept across my face. I leaned back against my bent arms and tightened my stomach. I began lifting myself from my father's shaft feeling the entire length of his dick run against the walls of my ass. Once I could feel that I was maybe an inch of him leaving me, I slid back down his pole, reexperiencing the whole journey of ecstasy all over again. "Unnnnnnnngh!" I groaned with satisfaction, feeling my dad fuck me in the open air, nothing but the sounds of frogs and insects to interrupt our sounds of love-making. Instinctively, I began bouncing on my dad's dick, riding the length of his shaft, feeling his meat raking against my insides, making me dizzy with pleasure. "Ngh, fuck yeah, Seb, ride that cock," Dad said as he rocked along with my rhythm, forcing his dick into me even more firmly. "Anngh, yeah, Dad! YEAH! Fuck meeeee!" I wailed as Dad's cock slammed into me. A fiery sensation swelled at the meeting of all of my joints as Dad continued fucking me. Precum pooled at the meeting of my belly button as I bounced wildly on my dad's massive cock. Our roaring voices harmonized with one another as our bodies clapped and thudded against one another in a symphony of skin, muscles, and bone colliding together. At one-point Dad leaned back and just allowed me to ride him, fucking myself with his python. My movements were so quick, I pictured sparks flying from my dad's dick. "God damn, Seb. Yer so fuckin' perfect. Fuckin' ride that dick, Seb," Dad whispered, his breath heavy as it rolled along my sticky skin. "Hmmmph, hmmmph," I grunted as I struggled to keep up this intense core workout. The only thing motivating me was the sensation of cock flying in and out of my hole, pulverizing my insides, milking me closer and closer to the aching orgasm that I so desired. Out of fatigue, I allowed by body to collapse, sending Dad's dick all the way into me. "Gahhhh!" I roared, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I felt the quick pulsing of my father's cock inside of me. I writhed and squirmed, encouraging Dad's cock to grind against my prostate, sending electric pleasure deep into my bones. Dad slowly rocked his body back and forth, teasing me from the inside. Dad slowly began to pull out of me, and as his cock popped from my ass, he guided my legs to the side, encouraging me to get on my hands and knees. Facing away from him I grounded myself, preparing for my Dad's dick in probably my favorite way: driving into me from behind. I felt my dad's hands on my ass, spreading apart my cheeks. Dad's cock pressed against my hole, and after maybe an initial resistance, Dad's cock slid into my hole, almost like a vacuum was drawing it in. "Rrrrrgh!" I grunted, uncomfortably at first but as Dad's cock drew itself into me, I became soothed by it. "Mmmm, yeah, Dad," I whined. It didn't take long for Dad to take the reins and begin fucking me like the animals that I knew we were deep inside. "Rrrroaagh!" Dad roared as his cock slammed into my ass, without any regard for how it was affecting me, just for the purpose of busting a load. "MmmMMmmMMMm!" I whimpered, my voice cracking with each of my dad's powerful thrusts. My hair tossed and whipped from side to side from the sheer force of my father's pounding into me. SLAP! "GYAH!" Dad's hand slapped the side of my ass unexpectedly. "FFFFFUGGGG!" I whined. My voice trembled at the sensation of Dad's dick slamming into me. The echoes of our skin slapping together rang throughout the empty landscape. "Fugggg me, fug me!" I droned on miserably, encouraging my dad to feed more dick to my ass. Dad's arms scooped me from under my stomach pulling me toward him. I craned my neck back, finding my dad's face. His lips met with mine as he made out with me while fucking my brains out. My cock was bouncing against my stomach, a crystal web of precum dangled from my shaft to my abs, a frothing mess of need and want and bewilderment. Dad pulled his lips away from mine. "That cock feel good, Seb," he asked, his voice shuddering with exertion as he continued pounding me. "UNnnngh, yeah, Dad," I whimpered. Dad's hands ran along the length of my tight chest and stomach, before finally gripping my dick. "Ahh!" I gasped. "Yeah yeah yeah, fuck me, Dad. Fuck me!" I hissed. Dad hugged me closely as he slowed his pace, to a disappointing slow back and forth. Suddenly Dad allowed himself to roll backward, bringing me with him so that I was sitting on his cock. My eyes widened as I bellowed out a sharp groan as Dad's dick surged as deep as it could go with little warning. Dad's hands pulled me by my waist, encouraging me to lay back along his bare chest. "MMmmmm," I smiled as I moaned through my nose. Dad's cock was basically swimming in my ass, sliding in and out of me slowly. Dad's arms wrapped around my chest and waist, treating my body as a tool for his cock. Dad's tongue snaked into my ear, tenderly kissing my earlobe as he continued grinding his cock into me. "Fuck yeah, Seb," he whispered, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. "Take that cock. Take it," he grunted. My voice sang pleasure-filled groans into the night. I rolled my hips along my dad's waist, guiding his cock into me even deeper. A fire burned at the base of my cock, and the need to cum was growing greater and greater. My back slid easily along my dad's sweaty chest, making riding my dad in this way a breeze. I stared at the night sky, the brimming moon cut by a humid haze. I wished that Dad and I could stay like this forever. Never having to go home. "Mmmm, Dad, yer getting me so close," I whimpered. Precum flooded my dick as my balls rolled against the base of my prick. "Yeah, I wanna make you cum, son. Let me make you cum," Dad wheezed into my ear. I tightened my legs and arched my back so that I was lifted a few inches off of my father's cock. Dad took the hint and began plowing into my ass once more, at a breakneck pace. "NNNNNNNGH!" I groaned wildly as Dad's cock slammed against my prostate, sending a fiery energy throughout my veins. "YEAH DAD!" I screamed. I glared at my cock, almost as though it were an enemy, as though I were demanding it to obey me. I focused my attention on it. "GRRRRRR!" I squealed, spit flying from between my gritted teeth. "AhhhAHHHH!" Dad groaned, clapping his skin against mine. "I'M...I'M FUCKIN' CUMMING, SEB," Dad screamed wildly. "FUCK ME, DAD! FUCK THE CUM OUTTA MEEEEEE!" I roared. I felt Dad's hot cum spilling into my ass, painting my insides, coating my guts with hot semen. As Dad continued pounding me, cum began to rocket out of my cock, splashing the both of us in a seemingly endless spray of jizz. One. My face and lips. Two. Dad's forehead and shoulder. Three. My stomach and chest. Four. Dad's left nipple. Five. Six. Seven. Dad didn't stop. It was as though we couldn't stop this perpetual motion of pleasure. "HA! HAAA!" Dad yapped like a dog, as he continued shoving his meat into my hole, uncontrollably. "GYAHHHH!" I cried as the final pumps of cum oozed from my prick. I fell against my dad's body, exhausted from my orgasm. It was as though he knew that this would be our last time for a while and was holding on as long as he could before having to go home. "I...mmmmph...I love you, Dad," I said between labored breaths. "Ha...I...love you too, son," he said, just as tired. We rested for a moment in the heat of the night, Dad's slowly limping cock still locked in my hole. "Do we have to go home, Dad?" I asked innocently. Dad laughed at this. I was serious. Why couldn't we just escape together, survive off each other's dicks. It didn't seem that unreasonable. "Yeah, we probably better," he grunted. "Yer mother's probably panicking that we haven't made it home yet. Dad coiled his long arms around me. I turned to him again, looking deep into his eyes, glowing from the moonlight. He pushed his lips against mine for a long kiss. I could feel his dick twitching at the base of my ass. He pulled away, and almost like a part of me was leaving my body, Dad's dick fell from my ass. My ass tightened as though maybe it could grab onto his cock like another limb of sorts. But nothing was there. I rolled off of my dad, peeling his sweaty skin from mine and over to the side of the truck bed, hunting for my clothes. Dad hopped off the truck finding his discarded jeans. Once we were dressed, we got back in the truck. "Y'ready?" Dad asked, somewhat somberly. "Yeah," I replied. Dad switched on the ignition and after putting the truck into gear, drove forward kicking up a cloud of dirt behind us. * It didn't take us too long to get home. By the time we'd arrived, any evidence of our sex was dried or hidden. We both just needed showers, which was the first thing I did when I got home, after avoiding my mother. The next morning, it was business as usual. Me and Lisa fought over the bathroom, her reminding me that she only had two more years before she could finally have her own place and life. I reminded her that she had to actually to graduate first, which caused her to chase me downstairs. At school, I had my routine down pretty nicely. I had to make an agreement with Mr. McCook that I really wanted to stay in my classes on "A" days, but I lied and told him that at my old school I already learned everything I needed to learn for my last period, History with Mr. Lucas. Honestly, Mr. Lucas seemed like was tired of teaching the subject, and it was a lot of copying notes and vocabulary from the book. If there was a class I could miss, it was that one. So, on "A" days, I got to take math with Mr. Flores still. I would either go straight to Coach Scott's office to get fucked during 2nd period or ask to use the restroom so I could go see him and get my morning dose of cum. Honestly, I don't know how Ms. Lewis kept letting me leave her class. Sometimes Coach would fuck me well into lunch. She had to know something was up. I stayed in Mr. George's class for health since I liked looking at him. Watching his powerful arms passing textbooks to each of us. I often day dreamed about what he looked like naked. How big his dick could get? I considered him my next "target." I'd be getting him to fuck me before September ended. Then in history, Mr. McCook would make up some excuse to have me come to his office, where I would get fucked again for the second time. Mr. McCook wasn't satisfied with every other day, though. On "B" days, he actually got my schedule changed from art to office aide, claiming to Ms. Ensalada that I needed to be taught character and responsibility. So I still went to science with Mr. George first period, but then I got to visit Mr. McCook right after, and usually I was hard and ready to be pounded. Sometimes Mr. Sands would be free, and he would get his dick wet, too. I still had athletics at the end of the day, which more often than not, Coach Scott would find a moment where we could be alone, and I'd get another helping of cock. It was a good schedule, but I found myself still trying to figure out how to cutout any unnecessary time out of my school day where I could fill it with more fucking. On Friday, my last class of the day was athletics. I was looking forward to messing around with Coach Scott. Of all the people at school, he was easily my favorite to fuck me. The way he would disregard my limits, but also make sure I felt good. It was as though he really knew how to reach all of my spots and make me come crawling back for more. We all got dressed out, ready for a standard conditioning exercise--laps around the football field, bleachers drills, or just long-distance practice We had our first swim meet tomorrow, so Coach Scott didn't want us doing anything that was going to get anyone on his team injured. I checked for Coach Scott in his office and didn't find him there. So I went back to the gym and sat up in the stands with everyone else. "Man, I don't wanna run today," I heard Curt whining. It had been a long week for the students at my school. Classes were starting to get serious. Homework was getting assigned more regularly. We were all feeling the strain. Finally I saw Coach Scott emerge from the gym entrance. Walking behind him was a familiar face: Dr. Amar. "Alright, listen up," Coach Scott's voice boomed over our chatter. "Some of you might remember, Dr. Amar," he said directing an arm his way. Dr. Amar was wearing a green striped button up and slacks. Very different from his doctor's coat. In his hand was a leather bag, with what I could only assume were supplies. "Hi, boys," Dr. Amar said, waving his hand slightly. "Don't worry, none of you has cancer," he said jokingly. A buzz of chuckles sounded from the crowd. All I could think about was what was beneath Dr. Amar's slacks. "Now, some of you and your parents have failed to get your physical paperwork turned in on time. In most cases, you'd be out of athletics, and put in P.E. with the slackers. We're lucky to have Dr. Amar here today to get you taken care of." I looked around to see who might be embarrassed. I worried myself if I was one of them, but how could I forget my physical? Dr. Amar gave me one of my first anal orgasms. I remember his dark cock, sliding in and out of my mouth, his cum on my lips. "As you are doing your conditioning today, we're going to be finishing up physicals in the locker room," Coach Scott explained. My eyebrows went up. He would be in there, too? He then went through instructions for how we were supposed to exercise. It was all routines that we'd done before, but there seemed to be an extra weight on following directions, and that there would be consequences if we didn't follow through. "Alright, line up outside of the locker room in this order if we call your name: Anderson, Clemons, Jefferson..." with each name a few laughs or "ooohs" would sound, and the boys would dejectedly head to the outside of the locker room. As the boys passed him, he seemed to have his eye on me. I wondered if he realized how much his examination meant to me. Or how I still have dreams of him operating on me. "...Russell, and Smalls." I almost jumped at the sound of my name. I went and joined Russell at the end of the line, as the rest of the boys got up and started their drills. Everyone in line was talking about how they had forgotten to tell their parents about getting a physical. I chimed in with my own made-up story about forgetting as well, so I would blend in. I tried my best to think about anything else besides the idea of Dr. Amar, his cock, Coach Scott, his cock, anything. My cock was stirring in my gym shorts and I did my best to conceal the erection that was forming, which was hard to do considering the material was so thin. One-by-one, the boys went into the locker room, and back out in seemingly five minutes. It seemed like a pretty rapid-fire check. I wondered if I would be doing the same. As Russell went down into the cave of the lockeroom, leaving me alone, I watch the rest of the athletes running laps around the gym, doing burpees in one corner, doing squats in another. It was organized chaos. "Yer up," Russell said as he bounded back into the gym. My heart began to race as I turned to go down into the locker room. Coach Scott and Dr. Amar were already talking. "...yeah, he's probably the best I've had," I heard Coach Scott say. "That's exciting. Can't wait to--" as my footsteps approached Coach's office, I saw a lab table with a pillow on it. "--Mr. Sebastian, so good to see you again!" Dr. Amar said greeting me. "We were just talking about you and how you're making yourself out to be quite the swimmer," he continued. "Thanks," I said sheepishly. "I'm gonna go check on the boys upstairs," Coach Scott said, turning to leave. "Have fun, Smalls," he said, lifting his eyebrows a bit. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but before I could ask him, the door swung shut, leaving me and Dr. Amar in private. "Well, Mr. Sebastian, would you mine stripping down for me so we can get started?" he asked. I practically was naked before he could even finish his sentence. "D-Dr. Amar. I thought I did complete a physical. Why do I have to do another one?" I asked, kicking my gym clothes off to the side. "Actually, we're not doing a physical today," he explained, putting on a new pair of gloves. "We're not?" I asked nervously. "Coach Scott has told me a lot of things about you, Mr. Sebastian," he explained. "He told me that you have a pretty strong affinity for anal stimulation, which I remembered from our appointment a month or so ago." My cheeks turned red from this. What all was Coach Scott telling him? Who else knew about us? "U-uh...okay?" I continued awkwardly. "Your ability to withstand that much anal pressure and stimulation is fascinating to me, so I wanted to see if we could do some tests," he explained. "Tests?" I asked. "What kinds of tests?" I pressed. "I mainly want to see the extent that your body is able to withstand. Don't worry, I won't push you too hard, unless you ask me to stop. We don't even have to do the tests at all. I also want to quantify that volume of your ejaculate, as well as number of ejaculations over the course of 90 minutes." "Wh-what is this all for?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel excited. Basically Dr. Amar was going to make me cum over and over again. What could be so bad about that? My dick at this point was completely hard. Probably what Dr. Amar was wanting. "Human beings have what's called a refractory period. It's a period of time between orgasms where the body needs to recharge before it can feel any kind of stimulus or desire. Most humans have a period that lasts up to maybe 4 hours or even a day or two." "A day?" I asked almost shocked. "Haha, yes, most people can only have sex once a day. Some don't need that kind of attention for longer." "Wow," I whispered. I couldn't imagine going more than a day without sex at this point. It would be torture. "Coach Scott tells me that you are able to ejaculate sometimes five times in one sitting? Is that accurate?" he asked. I felt sort of uncomfortable talking about this with Dr. Amar, but I also was hard thinking about this attention I was getting. "Yeah, sometimes," I said. Dr. Amar grabbed a clipboard and began jotting down notes. "And, do you experience any pain or discomfort after the second or third ejaculation?" he asked. "No, it just feels normal, I guess," I said. "'Normal,'" he said fascinating. "And are you able to ejaculate without any other kind of stimulation to your penis?" "Uh..." I wasn't sure what he meant. "Can you cum without touching yourself?" he said in laymen's terms. "Oh. Yes," I said, shifting my weight nervously, and anxiously. "And if you were to describe your state of sexual arousal right now--0 being not aroused, and 10 being completely aroused, what would you say?" I had an erection bouncing from my waist, so I would say that I was pretty aroused. I guessed that a 10 would be that I was on the verge of cumming, so I decided to aim lower. "Uh...ah...6?" I guessed. "Really? Interesting," Dr. Amar said, a smile growing on his face as he continued scribbling notes. "Go ahead and hop up on this table for me," he said, patting the lab table that had been brought into Coach Scott's office. I perched my hands on the edge and hopped onto the side, swinging my legs around to the end of the table, and then rested my head on the pillow. Dr. Amar went over to his leather bag and set it on a nearby table opening it. "Now, what I am going to do Mr. Sebastian, is I'm going to implement a series of tools in your anus and study your responses." "Okay," I said, a smile spreading over my face. I parted my legs slightly as Dr. Amar brought over the first tool. It looked like a small metal probe. Dr. Amar brought the probe up to my asshole. It was cold at first, which made me wince. But as he pressed the probe against me, and I felt it begin to sink into my ass, that familiar feeling of warmth began to sweep across my skin. "Mmmmm," I hummed softly. My cock bounced at the sensation of something, anything pressing into my ass. "How are you feeling, Mr. Sebastian?" he asked, slowly pushing and withdrawing the metal tool from my ass. It felt nice, but I'd definitely felt better. "Uh...mmm...good?" I said, weakly. "And out of ten?" he asked again. "Umm...mmmmph...maybe uh...maybe a seven?" I said, trying to make sense as Dr. Amar continued fucking me with this probe. "Would you say that you need something more substantial?" he asked. "Bigger?" he simplified. "Y-yes," I whispered. I felt the metal probe beginning to leave my ass. Dr. Amar wiped it with a cloth and placed it back into his bag. He then pulled out a distinctly phallic shaped item. It was rubbery, almost as though he'd chopped off someone's dick and kept it. It wasn't too big, maybe six inches, but the resemblance to an actual dick--veins, wrinkles, a head, balls--was uncanny. "Let's try this," he said, pressing it against my ass. I spread my legs further for Dr. Amar to get a better look at my hole. Dr. Amar began pushing the rubbery dick into my hole, slowly at first, but then with a steady force. "Ahhhhh," I sighed. This was much better, as the dick plunged into my hole, precum began to sprout from my dick. Dr. Amar twisted and navigated the cock into me with surgical precision, monitoring my every reaction. He found that if he moved the cock in a certain way, more precum continued to sprout from my dick. "Nnnnnngh!" I whimpered. My stomach tightened as Dr. Amar dragged the dick along my prostate, sending electricity through my bones. "How is this tool compared to the last?" Dr. Amar asked. "B-better," I stammered. A small dime sized puddle of precum was now glimmering on my stomach. "Out of ten?" he asked. "A-an 8," I cringed as he pushed the dick all the way in. "We still aren't there are we?" he said. "Let's try this one." He pulled a much bigger copy of the dick he was using. It must have been about 8-9 inches. Around the size of my dad's. Dr. Amar pulled the smaller cock out of my ass and began to replace it with the larger one. As he began to push, fire shot through my veins. His new tool was twice as thick as the first one and much longer. My toes curled at the sensation. "ANNGH!" I gasped. My cock jolted feverishly as Dr. Amar continued to press this cock into me. Instinctively, I grabbed my cock, which urged more precum to leak from me. "Mr. Sebastian, I'm going to ask that you try not to masturbate. Remember, I'm trying to determine what kind of anal stimulation brings you to orgasm without using encouragement from touching." I removed my hand, in agony wanting to touch myself so badly. Dr. Amar continued his work, pulling and pushing this massive tool and out of me. "MMMmmmmm!" I whimpered, clutching the sides of the lab table. My balls were rolling beneath my shaft. My Precum drooled from my swollen boy prick. I needed to cum so badly. "Nnngh...mmmph," I whined. "It seems like size is important to your need for stimulation. Would you agree? The bigger the tool, the more stimulated you've become?" he asked. "Y-YES!" I shouted. My chest tightened as I felt the pressure of this cock pushing in and out of me, with careful and precise force. "And how are you feeling out of ten?" he asked. "N-nine...t-tehhh...n-nnnnngh...." Dr. Amar continued fucking me with this massive tool. I could feel his knuckles knocking against my taint as he pushed the tool in with more and more of his might. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sebastian. Was that nine?" he asked. I felt a clenching pressure behind the base of my cock. The tool was sending me over the edge, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My breathing began to quicken, my balls reeled beneath the base of my cock. "RRRRNGH! T-TEN!" I squealed as cum began to surge from my dick, splashing my chest and stomach. "GRRRRRR!" I grumbled as Dr. Amar continued pushing this tool into me, monitoring how long my orgasm was seeming to last, fixated on various parts of my convulsing body. My hips squirming, my arms tightening, my chest rising and falling, my cum coating my stomach. Dr. Amar continued his pace, not slowing his pace, unrelenting in his push for my further pleasure. "RRRRRRRRRRGH!" I whined. My ass left the surface of the table as my back began to arch with an agonizing wave of pleasure of overstimulation, my prostate practically a second heart beating fervently, pumping cum out of me. Finally, with a series of shaky spasms, I floated back to the surface of the table. A smile crept across my face, as I let a full breath from my lips. Dr. Amar slowly withdrew the tool from my ass; I cringed as it escaped the grip of my hole. "Would you say your orgasms usually last that long?" he asked. "Ehh...ahh...long?" I asked in between breaths. "Yes, you continued demonstrating an extreme level of sexual stimulus for over fifteen seconds. Much longer than most people, Mr. Sebastian," he said, writing on a clipboard. I glanced over at him. My trembling naked body coming to a slow, relaxed state of mind. I noticed in his tan slacks, a long bulge running down his left thigh. Please fuck me next, Dr. Amar. I thought, hopefully. "How many times do you typically ejaculate per day? he asked, stepping closer, remaining inquisitive. "I...I don't know," I said, shrugging. "It's normal for boys your age to ejaculate multiple times a day. Two, maybe three. Even four," he said encouragingly. "Ha," I laughed to myself. "Is that funny, Sebastian?" "No. No, it's not. I just," I thought deeply about the most times I would have cum in a single day. I thought of the tumbleweed of my father and I, alone, for a whole day. Sex from sun up to sundown. It was never just three or four times. "I think the most was maybe ten?" I guessed. "Ten! Wow," he scribbled wildly on his clipboard. "Where do you keep it all?" he asked laughing. I knew he was joking, but I couldn't help but wonder myself. How does my body keep up? How does cum continue to leak from my cock as though from a tap? "Now, I recall from our appointment a couple of months ago," he said, setting down his clipboard. He began rolling up the cuffs of his shirt. "You also had an interest in the penis, as well as anal stimulation." I blushed at the sound of this. I wasn't ashamed, but it was awkward to hear a doctor talking to me about my "interest in the penis." "In fact," he continued, "I recall you responding orally to my own penis." "Uh...yeah," I continued. My cock was bouncing against my cum spattered stomach. I locked eyes on his bulge, noticing a steady twitch beneath the fluorescent lights of Coach's office. I looked back at Dr. Amar's face. His forehead shown slightly with humidity, and in the single button undone of his shirt, the slight traces of body hair. Dr. Amar continued walking closer to me, so that his waist was eye-level with me. I could practically smell cock on him. "If you don't mind," he continued, gripping the bulge in his slacks. "I think I have a specimen that I would like for you to try. For testing," he explained. Dr. Amar hooked his thumbs into his belt, flipping the brown leather away from him with a snap. After unbuttoning his fly, his hand fished out the dark log of meat from his boxers. A dark brown cock flopped near my face, with a rosy pink tip. The cock that had entered my many dreams. I had permission to have it. I reached over and took it in my hands. It was heavy, thick, and long. My three favorites. I slowly stroked it in my hand, watching it bounce to life. I gazed deep into Dr. Amar's piss slit, seeing a sheen of precum that might have sprouted here during my first two tests. Leaning forward, I took a couple of licks of Dr. Amar's cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. I dropped my jaw, and slowly allowed Dr. Amar to sink his cock into my mouth. Inch by inch, I swallowed him, feeling his cock fill my mouth. His scent filling my lungs. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, his cock halfway into me. Letting my spit wet his meat. Slowly I continued bobbing up and down Dr. Amar's cock. I savored his meat, feeling him beginning to reach the back of my throat. "Mmmmmmh," he moaned. "Yes, I can see that you've developed your skills since our physical." I took pleasure in pushing Dr. Amar's dick past my tonsils, widening my throat, allowing to shove his cock deeper into my skull. "Unnngh," he whined. "I can...mmmph...I can...I can feel your tongue along my penis. Your...mmmph...uvula dragging against...unnnngh..." Dr. Amar began rocking his hips along with my pace. My cock throbbed, desperate for attention. Dr. Amar's hands, knuckles ashen with black hairs, ran along my body, his fingers coiling around the very base of my cock, his pinky pressed against my taint. "God, yes...your talent is...impeccable. The sensation is...beyond my experience. Beyond...description," he said between pleasure fueled grunts. Dr. Amar continued gripping my cock. Not stroking me. Not jacking me off. Just holding it, as though it were a lever he was planning to pull. My hands began to spider along Dr. Amar's clothes. With a couple of simple tugs, his pants sank to the floor. I fumbled with his boxers, allowing me to see his slightly paler thighs, all of which were covered in a thin coat of black fur. "MMmmmmph, you...you are without restraint...you..." Dr. Amar reached for his clipboard. Once in his hand, he clumsily continued jotting down notes, as though to not forget this experience. "You treat a penis as though it were a tool. Efficient. Selfish, without knowing the selfless pleasure you provide your subject. Nnngah!" He shouted in pleasure. His hand squeezed the base of my dick, his fingers rolling along my balls. I continued my tireless work. Stealing tastes of precum, letting his fluids roll down my throat like nectar. "Oh yes...I can see now...I understand completely," he whispered, the sound of his pen scratching at an unavoidably loud level. I slowly relinquished Dr. Amar's dick, letting his meat spill fromy mouth in a slobbery mess. I tenderly licked along his shaft all the way to his balls, where I sucked one into my mouth like a vacuum, playing with the saggy skin with my teeth and tongue. "Nnnngh, yes," he said. His cock lay across my cheek, sticky, like a melting popsicle. "You are fascinated by the male anatomy. Oooof..." I ran my tongue along his shaft again. His voice cut through the room like velvet. I glanced up at him. His wise and handsome face gazed back down at me. His brow furrowed, much the same as how I would have imagined him studying medical texts late at night. His lips were pursed, taking sharp sips of air as I teased his senses, rolling my tongue along his cock. "Unngnh, y-yes," he shivered. "Yeah, get back on it, Mr. Sebastian. Suck on my penis," he whispered, practically melting. His eyes rolling with exasperation. Dr. Amar's hand released my cock, and slowly made its way to my asshole, tracing little circles around it before lightly sinking into my ass. As I engulfed Dr. Amar's cock, his finger slowly was engulfed by my hole. "Oh yes," Dr. Amar continued rocking his hips back and forth as his finger played with my insides. "Oh yes, Mr. Sebastian. I can feel your anus closing around my finger." I worked more fervently on Dr. Amar's cock, hoping that it could encourage him to fuck me with more esteem with his finger. Perhaps feeding my hole with another finger. I whimpered as Dr. Amar's finger hooked into me, prodding against my prostate. Sweat began to roll down my neck as my body flooded with eager excitement. Dr. Amar's other hand began to scoop a handful of my hair as he supported my head. Dr. Amar had full access to my throat, and he wasn't holding back in using my skull for his deepest need. "Mmmph. Mmmph!" I whimpered. I could feel my cock swelling with pleasure. Dr. Amar rewarded me with a second finger hooking into my hole, twisting inside of me, controlling me like a puppet as he fucked my mouth. Sweat began to stain his light blue button up. He released my head from his left hand and began to unbutton his shirt. Slowly he revealed his soft, yet sculpted body. Dark skinned with dark hair cascading down his torso. Hair especially gathered around his nipples, like dark rainclouds. He finally reached his final button, showing off his slightly tight stomach. Black hair snaking down his navel to his pubic hair. Dr. Amar's fingers continued their objective. Twisting and prodding my hole. Precum glistened at the tip of my head. My mind was dizzy with pleasure. I felt my balls lurch against the base of my cock, ready to release another full load of cum. "Unnnnnngh," Dr. Amar groaned as his balls swung against my chin. Fucking my mouth. "I...I would very much mmmph...enjoy observing you...nngh...consuming a sample of semen...nnnnngh!" I swung my hand around the thick shaft of Dr. Amar's cock. Unrelenting, despite not being sure what he was asking of me. All I knew was that I wanted-- "Oh...Mr. Sebah...I'm gonn...I'm gonna cum," he whimpered, his voice almost foreign. His thighs began to quiver. "I'm...NNNNGH...I'M GONNA...I'M...FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUGH!" Dr. Amar's cock inflated like a kinked hose as cum spilled into my mouth, spewing out the corners of my mouth. I dove further on to him, ensuring that the remaining drops of his load would fill my mouth. "HMMMPH....HMMMMPH!!" Dr. Amar's groans rattled my ribs as his cum dumped into my stomach. The familiar wafts of cum filled my head with enraged lust. "MMMMMPH!" I squealed, tightening my hole around Dr. Amar's fingers. Cum flung from my cock as though I hadn't came in days, much less fifteen minutes. Dr. Amar's trembling body shook as he observed his next orgasm. His eyes glazed over as his drove his fingers deeper into me. "Hmmph," I whimpered, lapping up Dr. Amar's cock of any access cum, before allowing his cock to fall from my mouth. Dr. Amar took some deep breaths as though he was needing to come to from some kind of trance. He shook his head as sweat formed along his neck. His fingers continued to swim in the warmth of my hole, fondling about, examining me deeply. "I must say, Mr. Sebastian," Dr. Amar continued, his fingers retreated from my ass. He took his clipboard in his hand and sloppily scratched a few more notes onto the page. "I have never encountered a specimen quite like you before." His eyes ran along my body in a crazed and excited way. He shuddered, breathlessly: "Your affinity for the male sex organ, for anal stimulus...it's as though you are never fully satisfied. If you were to rank your level of arousal right now, what would you say?" "Eight or nine," I said in a huff. I wanted to jump from the table and clamp my hole around Dr. Amar's wet dick. Have my ass torn inside out by him. I reached out and took Dr. Amar's cock in my hand and continued stroking him. Impatiently, I rotated my body so that I was kneeling on the lab table approximately eye-level with Dr. Amar. I yanked on Dr. Amar's cock, pulling me into him, and allowed my lips to fall against his. My tongue plunged into his mouth, drinking in the heat of his breath. My bare chest pressed against his set of firm pecs. My dick pressed against his stomach, slid against his sticky skin. My hands folded themselves beneath the fabric of his shirt, peeling his shirt away. His long arms revealed themselves as his shirt melted away. His dark skin glistened in the light of Coach Scott's office. Dr. Amar kicked off his shoes as he kissed me back just as ravenously as I had come into him. "Ummmmph," he groaned as I ran my tongue along his teeth. The thin traces of stubble near his lips chapped my own. Dr. Amar shook his pants off of his ankles, revealing his entire naked body to me. I sucked on his full lower lip, causing Dr. Amar to pull away. I tugged harder on him watching his lip stretch as I held him in my mouth. Finally, I let him go and watched his face snap back to the gaze of a lust-drunk man, hypnotized by his own horniness. He lunged toward me, taking my face in his soft hands, practically swallowing my mouth with his as he continued making out with me. His hand played with my genitals frantically, his fingers practically magnetized to my skin. Eventually, he pulled away as though he were underwater for too long, taking in gulps of air. His soft, yet firm chest rose and fell with his gasps of air. "I...I think that getting to penetrate you will be the conclusion of our..." he said in a daze. I looked longingly into his eyes, my lips wet with his spit. "I...I..." he stumbled with his words, as though he was unsure of what to say. "I want to fuck you, Mr. Sebastian. I want to fuck you so badly," he said, his hand scooped against my velvety asshole, fingers already prodding and sifting in and out of me. His face came close to mine once more. This face that I'd seen in my dreams. My hands gripped and groped at his chest and his legs, feeling the stiffness of his muscles against my fingertips. My bones shook with the amount of pleasure that was coursing through me. I glanced down at Dr. Amar's dick, watching it twitch and swing in the open air of my coach's private space. "Please, Mr. Sebastian. I need to fuck you," Mr. Amar whispered faintly. I rotated along the small of my back, and spread my legs for him, revealing my eager hole, ready for his cock. The curvature of my slightly muscular thighs convulsed with excitement with the prospect of Dr. Amar's long and girthy dick burying into me. Awkwardly, Dr. Amar stood on his tiptoes, wobbling over to me, his cock in hand. I watched his pec twitching as he fumbled with his dick, finding the perfect entry point for his cock. I reeled as I felt his slick skin sliding against mine, his cock running along the length of my hole before finally, I felt him finding his way. The soft firmness of the head of his dick pressed against my hole. With little trouble my lower half began devouring him, as though he and I were a natural fit. "Un-uhhhngh," he shuddered. "Oh...Oh my god," he whispered weakly as inch by inch he became one with me. "Mmmmmmph," I squeaked, my eyes wincing with pain. A pain that quickly became replaced with immense pleasure. "Unnnnngh!" I groaned, gripping the sides of the table. My chest shone with sweat as Dr. Amar pressed himself further into me. "Oh Seb...Sebastian..." I watched his face closely. As his dick easily sank into the depths of my ass, his face twisted and jerked as though he were stepping into a tub of hot water. His body reacting out of his control. "I...I can't believe..." he whimpered. "Nnnnnngh," I whined as I felt the final inches of him splitting my ass apart. "Ho...I...," he muttered as I felt his waist connect with my skin. "I think..." he sputtered out the words trying to make sense of what he was feeling. But nothing was coming out. "Don't think," I whimpered. "Just fuck me, Dr. Amar." With that direction, Dr. Amar didn't need many more words in order for his hips to start slowly bucking into me. I squeaked out minor songs of pleasure for him, but I knew he was capable of more. I took Dr. Amar's hand in mine and placed it on my inner thigh. He took his other hand and placed on my other thigh and pressed down on my legs spreading me apart, gaining a deeper access into my guts. "ANGH!" I yelped joyfully as I felt Dr. Amar's cock plunge as far as it could into me. "UNGH. Yeeeeesssssnnngh," I groaned gleefully. "Fuck me just like that," I whispered. "Hungh..." Dr. Amar trembled, allowing the full length of his dick to plunge as far as it could and then bounce away from me. "This...this body...this boy is superhuman," he groaned. He reached over to his clipboard, lazily gripping it in his hands. He continued bucking back and forth, his firm cock raking in and out of my insides perfectly. He haphazardly scribbled on his notes, the paper gray and splotchy from sweat. "Boy...continues..." he scribbled on the pad, his hips still gyrating to and fro, the head of his dick plucking against my prostate like a snake sliding against a rock. "...to...want...stimulation..." he said aloud. "Produces...an...overwhelming...no...irresistible...no..." his thighs slapped against my ass as he became more visceral in his needs. "...necessary...to...must..." his clipboard shook in his hands as he struggled to continue writing. "Must," he said aloud, not writing. "Fffffuck," he groaned. The clipboard fell to the floor. His hands finally free, flung to my shoulders, gripping my small yet tight muscles. "Nnnnnnnngh!" he growled. Dr. Amar began fucking me for all I was worth, slamming his body against mine. Possibly testing to see what I was able to take, possibly out of control from what he wanted to give me. Either way, the professionalism of being a doctor had melted away, and all that remained was another man unable to contain himself, using my hole for as long as his body would let him. "Yyyyyyyyeeeeergh!" I roared as Dr. Amar started to take a more violent control over my ass. My legs fluttered to the rhythm of Dr. Amar's force. His cock like a fiery prod slammed into me, unforgiving, unflinching, prepared to use me. "Fuck me, Doctor. Fuck me hard," I whispered. My chest bounced as Dr. Amar shook his head, as though realizing the animal beast that he was becoming. KNOCK KNOCK A firm knock ratted against Coach's door. Dr. Amar froze hesitantly, jerking his head around to see who it was. I didn't care. Whoever it was, student, administrator, teacher, I wanted them to see the power of my body, controlling this man. Hardly five seconds after the knocking, the door cracked open. "Peek-a-boo," said a familiar voice. "Fffuck, Scott," Dr. Amar sighed in relief, and continued sliding his cock in and out of me. "I'm surprised, Amar. I thought you'd be on the floor by now. You've got more in ya, than I thought," Coach Scott said nonchalantly, beginning to strip off his shirt. My eyes widened as I watched Coach's pecs rise and fall as he lifted his arms over his head. Precum drooled from my cock at just the sight of him. "Hey, Coach," I said, grimacing slightly from the sheer size of Dr. Amar's cock, resting stagnantly inside of me. "How ya doin' Smalls?" he asked, laying a hand on my chest as he started shuffling out of his warm-ups. His cock once free of his tight jock strap flopped against his rotund belly. "I'm doing great," I beamed weakly. "Can I suck your cock, Coach?" I asked sweetly. Dr. Amar shot a glance at Coach Scott, almost in disbelief in what he was hearing. He looked along my body, possibly wondering how many other mens' strings were attached to my hole. "Sure thing, Smalls," he said, pivoting his weight so that his cock perfectly rested along my upper lip. I craned my neck so that Coach's cock easily fell between my lips, and without needing to move a muscle, Coach gripped a handful of my hair, pulling my head onto his cock as far as it could go. "Ahhhhh, fuck yeah, Smalls." "S-Scott, are the children being supervised?" Dr. Amar asked as he continued slowly allowing his dick to swim freely in my ass. "Mmmmm, yeah Doc, they're fine. Told 'em to run a two-mile since they were fuckin' around up there. That'll keep'm busy at least another thirty minutes. Mmmmmm. Rrrrgh, yeah, Smalls, swallow that dick," he said excitedly. I began to relish this experience, as it didn't happen as often as I thought it should. A dick sliding down my gullet, and another plowing my hole. Coach Scott's cock was still slightly sweaty from the labor of the day, filling my senses with his musk. His smooth waist rubbed along the length of my face as he would shove his entire cock down my throat, grinding his meat into my skull before yanking it away, leaving behind a spider's web of saliva. Dr. Amar's dick continued pumping in and out of my boy hole. His hand tenderly stroked the length of my tight stomach, fondling my cock with his fingers. Fire spread throughout my guts, deep into my bones. My cock twitched and spasmed at the sensation being skewered two ways. "Ha, told'ja Doc. This boy's got the stuff," Coach said wildly, his hips continuing to buck and swing, fucking my mouth. My hands greedily found Coach's chest, groping him, tweaking his nipple as though he was my Uncle Woody. "NNNNNRRRRGH! FUCK yeah, boy. Yeah, y'wanna hurt me? Fuckin' HURT me, Smalls!" he encouraged. I glared at him as I continued tweaking his nipple. "MMRRRMFFFF" I gargled and gagged on my Coach's raw uncut dick, feeding me his light spritzes of pre-cum. "Oh fucking hell," Dr. Amar whimpered. "I'm going to fucking shoot my load!" he whined, continuing to fuck my brains out. "MMMMMMMMPH!" I groaned, my lips wrapped around my Coach's dick. "Yeah, Doc. Fuck him. FUCK his tiny lil' ass," Coach growled. "Fill his belly with your cum. Do it. DO IT!" he spat. "UNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Dr. Amar wailed. I felt his cock pumping as though it were a heart. Hot semen spewed into the depths of my ass. Warm cum painted and coated my insides. I could practically feel his jizz splashing against the base of my spine. "Hoo.....holy...what is this...unngh..." Dr. Amar lurched as far as he could into me, as though I pulled him back into me. "Everything alright, Doc?" Coach asked with a mischievous smile. "Hoo...woooof...I...I don't know, I..." he continued slowly fucking me, in a stupor. "Why don't you let me fuck him while you figure it out," Coach asked, pulling his cock away from my lips. My tongue searched for meat, my body confused as to why I wasn't being stuffed completely full. I felt Dr. Amar's dick sliding out of my ass, pulling his hot wad along with him. As Coach and Dr. Amar crossed paths, Coach swatted Dr. Amar on the ass playfully. I began to fill in the blanks as to how these two might have known each other. Were they old friends? Had they gone to school together? "Mmmmmm," Coach leaned forward and started slurping the mess that Dr. Amar made on my ass into his mouth. Coach leaned forward, and instinctively I approached him as though I were a baby bird. Coach opened his mouth and allowed Dr. Amar's cum to fall from his tongue and into my mouth. Thankfully I lavished each and every drop. Coach then spat the rest of it on my face. I recoiled slightly, before wiping my face with my hand, and savoring Coach's mucousy mess. Anything I could swallow, ingest, and induce upon myself, I was prepared and eager to take it all. "Any more, Coach?" I asked sweetly. "Let's see." Coach dug his tongue into my ass, mining for anything else to feed me. Coach resurfaced, cheeks slightly puffy, and leaned closer to me. Dr. Amar quickly recovered his clipboard and began taking notes. Coach Scott opened his mouth and dumped the rest of Dr. Amar's load onto my lips. He then lurched forward and lashed his tongue along my mouth, allowing the two of us to fight and tug at the messy wad of cum between the two of us. I submitted, opening my mouth widely. Coach Scott then spat the entirety of Dr. Amar's load, along with his saliva, the mix hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it all with absolute relief. Coach then tenderly began kissing my neck, my chest, my stomach, before finally swallowing the entire length of my prick. Slowly savoring my worn and exhausted dick, he left it to bounce against my stomach. "Mmmmmph, Coach. Fuck me," I said, adjusting myself so that my legs were able to wrap around my coach's waist. "Fuck me, please. Please, fuck me," I whined, pulling apart my ass cheeks so that Coach had an easy access to me. "Please give it to me," I whispered frantically. "Sure thing, baby," Coach growled tenderly, lining up his meat with my hole. Coach's cock began easily pressing into my hole, completely disappearing into my ass within seconds. "HHHUNNNNNRH!!" I wailed. My entire body tightened at first, but then, using the edges of the table I was resting on, I began to bounce upon Coach Scott's cock. My eyes fluttered with pleasure as Coach's dick made all of my joints buzz. Sweat poured from my forehead and trickled down the side of my neck. "UMMPH. UMMPH!" I barked with each thrust that Coach and I coordinated with one another, matching each other's athleticism. Dr. Amar stepped closer with his clipboard, taking sloppy, but seemingly important notes. "Scott, would you say this is normal for Sebastian? He's not acting in an elevated state? He's not feeling more sexual than he typically does with you? Does he usually respond this...hungrily when it comes to semen? Does--" "Yes. The answer is yes, Doc." Coach said has he continued lackadaisically pumping his cock in and out of my hole. The soft, velvetiness of his dick soothed and warmed the tunnel of my ass. "Y-yes? What do you mean?" Dr. Amar meticulously inspected me as I was being fucked. How I took my Coach's dick with little resistance, like a seasoned pro. Coach and I locked eyes, and he smirked mischievously. I smiled back at him. Together we shared something that no other man could replicate, not even my father. Coach Scott allowed me to realize that the athleticism of swimming, the focus of training, and the dedication of achieving a goal could make me a better performer. He also introduced me to sides of myself that encouraged me to respect the idea of becoming a man's toy. That to be played with meant that I got to play. There was a light-heartedness to our sex. It was a mutual role that we both experienced to its fullest. I glanced over at Dr. Amar, still completely naked in Coach's office. His cock swung, still hard, ready for more. Coach Scott grinded his hips, plunging as far into me as he could, feeling the depths of my bowels coiling around his cock. "GRRRRRRUNGH!" I growled, a fire behind my voice. "FUCK!" I belted, bracing myself for the extent of what my coach would do to me. I turned and looked into Dr. Amar's eyes, a deep brown that darted about the entire scene. Coach began to drive himself into me, the final sprint to the finish that I was familiar with. The final 25 meters of a race. Even though it was Coach who was beginning to plow his cock into me, I continued to look directly at Dr. Amar. "Fuck me," I order through gritted teeth. "FUCK me," I said again. Dr. Amar's face softened, and distractedly, he continued to scribble on his paper. Coach continued pounding into me, his legs slapping against my ass. "FUCK. YERRRGH. FUCK. MMMMPH!" I roared, specks of cum flew from my dick with each powerful thrust. Dr. Amar tried his best to follow each gob's trajectory the best that he could. My ass stung with every senseless plunge that Coach made, his face twisting into a tight red grimace as he powerfully continued pouring his meat into me. I didn't feel like I was having an orgasm; it was as though my body had too much cum stored inside of it, and it was dispensing of it in order to make room for more. "RRRrrRRRRrrrRRRGH!" I rumbled, my chest bouncing with each punch of Coach's dick. I prolonged my stare, making sure that Dr. Amar knew that I wanted him. I wanted him and Coach Scott. "M-M-MMMMMPH!" I squealed, my dick flopping about as Coach rapidly pounded his dick into me, his meat reaming my prostate, sending stars all through my vision. "Keep fuckin' me, Coach. Donnnn...don't stop Coach!" I broke my gaze that I was sharing with Dr. Amar and reached over to Coach's hips, encouraging him to continue his pace. "Hoooo-EEE!" Coach shouted, wiping his forehead, his white teeth beaming at me. "I need a break. Y'wanna take a ride, Smalls?" Coach asked before slowly withdrawing from my ass. "Unnngh, yeah Coach," my body went limp as Coach's dick left my body. I practically rolled off the table like water as Coach Scott awkwardly propped himself up where I'd been laying for the past thirty minutes. Coach turned and laid himself flat along where my sweaty imprint was left. As quickly as I'd fallen off the table with trembling legs, I propped myself back up, straddling Coach's waist. I held onto Coach's uncut dick and guided it into my hole, slowly sitting upon it. "Aaaaagh," I exhaled in utter relief. "Mmmmmmmph," I groaned as Coach's cock slid deeper into me. Once I felt him hit the furthest point I knew he could reach I began bobbing up and down, grinding back and forth upon his cock. Coach crunched forward and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. Within milliseconds his face was part of mine. Our lips and our tongues meshed with one another, as I continued riding my coach's cock. Coach's hands ran along my sticky back, along my ass, kneading my cheeks as I continued bouncing on his pole. Coach pulled away from my lips tenderly, stroking my cheek as he laid back and enjoyed just another series of rides that he'd received, and would continue to receive. "You like that?" he whispered privately to me. "Fff..." I huffed. "I l-love it..." "Y-yeah? Mmmph," he grunted. "Y'love yer swim coach's dick?" he hissed. "Hunngh...mmmm...yeah, Coach Scott. I...mmppph," I continued twisting on Coach's meat, relishing each inch as it pressed against me, practically feeling it rattling against my spine. "Want more?" he asked coyly, smiling big, raising his eyebrows. I rolled my hips as I continued to practically dance on top of Coach Scott's cock. "Do ya?" he asked again, giving me a light slap on the ass. I looked at him, slightly confused. Coach Scott then averted his gaze to Dr. Amar. I joined Coach in looking in his direction to see Dr. Amar hungrily looking at the both of us, stroking his long cock, a glare forming under his bushing eyebrows. "Yeah," I whispered, my breathing hot and heavy on my coach's face. "Think you can take us both?" he whispered playfully into my ear. Coach's cock was already a sizable monster of its own, but right now, I felt comfortable. Coach chomped on my earlobe, sending chills down my back. "Yeah. I can," I said, somewhat hesitantly. I'd taken two dicks before. Mr. McCook's and Mr. Sands's. They both were pretty different in size. Dr. Amar and Coach Scott both had pretty thick and long pieces of meat. "I can. Just go easy on me," I said softly. Coach motioned for Dr. Amar to come closer. "You wanna fuck'm with me?" Coach asked. Dr. Amar looked dumbfounded. As though it were impossible. "He says he wants it. Go on, Smalls. Tell'm," Coach instructed. I looked into Dr. Amar's eyes, my dick sandwiched between my Coach's stomach, and my own rigid naval. My stomach fluttered at the idea of having both of these men gouging my insides with their dicks. I wanted more. I needed more. "I need you in me again," I whimpered, slowly twisting on Coach Scott's dick. Dr. Amar scratched one more thing on his clipboard before finally setting it aside for good. Coach pushed himself back along the table so that his legs were hanging off the far end. My knees remained firmly planted on either side of him. Suddenly I felt a heatwave of warmth from behind me. Dr. Amar approached me, his hands traced along the length of my back. I leaned forward, resting my chest on my coach's. Suddenly, I felt Dr. Amar's dick resting against my ass. "Come on, Dr. Amar. Fuck me," I whispered. Right as Dr. Amar pushed against Coach Scott's, sliding his cock against his in order to fit into me, I felt something inside of me snap. My vision swirled, and I could feel my body begin to resist what was happening. "RRRRNGH!" I winced, painfully. I flexed my ass trying to stifle the initial discomfort. "He isn't able to do it, Scott," Dr. Amar huffed behind me. "N-no, keep going, Dr. Amar," I squeaked. "You're both just so big," I said, exasperatedly. Dr. Amar scooted closer to us, resting his cock against Coach Scott's once more, and began pushing himself in. Again, the pain shot through all the nerves in my body. "ERRRRRRGH!" I grumbled. "MMMMMM KEEP GOING-G-G-G!" I slammed my hands against Coach's chest, gripping him for dear life. Dr. Amar wriggled his hips, his arms coiling around my body, giving him more of a foundation for him to push himself into me. "RRRRRRRRGH!" I continued wallowing in my intense pain. My cock buzzed and bounced uncontrollably, my arms shook with fatigue, my thighs flexed and tightened as inch by inch, Dr. Amar pushed his way into me. With every breath I took, my ass relaxed itself and allowed Dr. Amar's cock to snuggle with Coach Scott's. "That's it, baby," Coach Scott whispered tenderly, looking into my eyes. His face twitching with each sudden movement, his brows furrowing, his jaw relaxing. His eyes fluttered as Dr. Amar made his final push, successfully shoving his entire cock in my ass along with my coach's. I felt like none of us would be able to move without something falling apart. "Yeah," Coach Scott whispered, "that's it." Dr. Amar's weight behind me, pressed me further against Coach Scott's body. "Uhnnh...uh-huhh," I shuddered. The stiff poles lodged in my ass twitched impatiently, incorrigibly, awaiting some kind of action. My heart rate was quickening, and it took all I could not to collapse against Coach Scott's sweaty body. "You like havin' both our cocks inside of you at the same time?" Coach Scott asked. "Huh?" Coach flicked his tongue out, licking my upper lip as though to get my attention. "You like it, baby?" he asked sweetly. Honestly, it was too much. Too much for my tiny body to withstand. "My perfect boy," he whispered, a growl in the depths of his voice. "My perfect Sebastian, unnngh," Coach whined. He slowly began to grind his hips a bit, moving his dick inside of me. "Ahh-ha-haaaaAH," I wailed uneasily. "Yeah, that's it, baby. That's it. Easy," he said softly, tenderly kissing my forehead, trying to make me feel comfortable. Coach Scott began developing a rhythm to his movements. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and steady, while Dr. Amar stood still, gripping my chest with his soft yet strong hands. "Eh..ehnnngh...rrrrrgh," I continued to complain. The sharp sting carried deep into my chest. "This cock is all yours, baby," Coach said, continuing to stroke my cheeks. "'Til the day I die, Smalls. Is that hole mine?" he asked gingerly. "Is that my hole?" Coach started writhing in and out of me more quickly. "HAAANGH. ERGH. Y-YES," I cringed. "MMMMMPH!" I whined and moaned. "Yes? This is my hole?" he began fucking me more fervently. Coach's hand coiled around my spasming dick, guiding it in the right direction. "NNNNNGH. YES, COACH. UNNNNGH! ANGH. ERRRGGHHH!" I cried gleefully, beginning to allow my body to be used for the pleasure of these two men. I panted trying to salvage enough breath in order keep my body from becoming overwhelmed by the amount of experience. "RRRRRROOOOGH," Coach Scott began to roar and spit, his mouth frothing. "Tell Dr. Amar to fuck you, too, baby. Tell him to fuck your beautiful hole," he commanded. I turned to face Dr. Amar the best that I could, glancing into his eyes. "F-Fugh...fuck me, Dr......Amar....F-F-FUCK!" I cackled, feeling the sensation of two cocks of impressive stature pounding and driving into me. "GAHHHHHHH. RRRRRRGH!!! NNNNNPH," I wailed in ecstasy. My balls practically slammed against the shaft of my cock the moment Dr. Amar began fucking me. Coach stroked my cock as the two of them continued devouring my hole. The three of us rocked back and forth in time with one another. A massive wad of human bone, skin, and muscle. Dr. Amar rested his head in between my two shoulder blades. His hands strummed my tight muscles as though I were a guitar. My hole felt like it had to be have been torn inside out, but I didn't care. The sheer euphoria that was draping over me like a warm thin sheet. I could have spent the rest of my life like this. Suddenly, my body became swept by the fiery need to bust my load again. My fingers clenched my coach's firm chest as my dick rubbed against his stomach, inching me closer and closer to my ultimate climax. "C-Coach...I..." my face twisted as my skin began to crawl with a tingling sensation. My vision began to cloud with color. "I'm going to..." Dr. Amar interrupted me and bellowed into the back of my head, his hand gripping my small chest even tighter. "I'm going to fucking cum!!" Dr. Amar's cock began to pulse against the walls of my ass, spewing hot cum inside of me, churning it along with Coach Scott's dick. My eyes locked with Coach Scott's in a look that was a mix of panic and total jubilance. "C-Coach, I'm about to--" "RRRRRRRGHHHH I'M GONNA FUCKIN CUM!" Coach roared, inches from my face. He bucked and rocked his hips wildly, his hand snatching my face, squeezing my cheeks together, and pulling me into him, our lips messily crashing into one another. The second I felt Coach's load of semen filling up my ass, my dick couldn't hold it any longer. Cum surged from my dick and began painting Coach Scott's face, running down his cheeks, neck, and shoulders. "MMMMMMMMMPH! RRRRRRRRRAAAAAGH!" I squealed. My body lurched and jerked between the sweaty confines of these two giants sandwiching me in a trap of total orgasmic prison. "Unnnngh, yeeeeeeah!" I cried, my knees shaking as I continued straddling Coach Scott. "Hmmmph, hmmph, hmmmph," I whimpered as the men finally came down from their absolute highs. Dr. Amar slowly began to pull his cock out of my ass, and as he did, he squatted down toward my hole, catching any cum that oozed from my ass as he departed me. Coach's dick also began to ease out of me, and I felt a whiplash of relief that was almost more intense than the orgasm itself. I was a trembling, ragdoll of a mess, and I loved it. Coach tenderly kissed the beads of sweat that ran down my forehead and face. Dr. Amar quickly and hungrily lapped up the gobs of cum that fell from my hole. With a mouthful of cum, Dr. Amar walked over to Coach and me, prepared to share the fruits of our labor with us. Coach and I slowly gravitated toward Dr. Amar, who was now totally unrecognizable, a slimy, lust-craven, newt of a man. Our tongues hung from our mouths as Dr. Amar eased and drizzled cum along our chins and our lips. Leaning forward, Dr. Amar planted his lips on mine allowing us to share this meal of semen together. After getting my fill, I turned to make out with Coach Scott, offering him some of he and Dr. Amar's cum as well. For a moment we were three heads put together, licking one another's lips, chins, necks, cleaning one another of our jizz. "Think you better hit the showers, Smalls," Coach Scott said softly when there was no cum left to share. "Ugh, unnngh, o-okay," I said weakly, swinging my noodly legs around my coach's waist. I scooped up my gym clothes, balling them up in my hands. "It was a pleasure working with you, Mr. Sebastian," Dr. Amar said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "I look forward to studying you further." The two of them got to cleaning up Coach's office, knowing that my classmates had to be getting back from their run soon. I made my way to the shower, my legs trembling with each step. I tossed my clothes in front of my gym locker and stepped into the showers. Finding a showerhead that was sort of removed from the rest, I twisted the faucet and allowed the cool water to pour over my body. I stood still, my body clenched under the coolness of the water. As the seconds went by the water started to get warmer. Relief and relaxation spilled over me. Clouds of steam began to enshroud the room. I started washing my body, cleaning off the sweat, spit, and semen from my skin. I ran my fingers along the length of my ass, prodding my hole softly. It was tender, and I was amazed at how simple it was so sink one of my own fingers into me at this point. My hole felt like a soft velvet, not as radically destroyed as I might have imagined. Suddenly I began to hear the voices of my classmates filing into the locker room. Their voices indicated that they were wiped out. I continued to stay in the shower, trying not to imagine Dr. Amar or Coach Scott's most recent display of ruthless lust. Trying to keep my cock at bay. "There he is! What the hell?" I heard a voice behind me. Curt came storming into the shower. He always showered in his Speedo since he was self-conscious about being naked in front of other kids. "Where were you?!" he asked. "Getting the physical," I said matter-of-factly with a shrug. "For almost the whole class??" he asked. "What TOOK so long?" "Yeah, that was so unfair. You got to miss the whole workout!" another one piped in. "I still had to work out," I defended. "Oh yeah, resting on a table is so hard to do," another one joked. "Does Coach Scott just like you better or something?" I heard another voice from the steam. "It's not like that at all, I just--" I tried explaining. "I mean, maybe I should just be the Coach's best friend, and then I won't have to do anything, right?" I heard someone else mention. I turned off my water. "Or you could just swim better," I said pointedly. A crowd of "OOOOH's!" shouted in the locker room as I made my way over to my locker to dry off and get back into my regular clothes. Back at the bleachers, the entire athletics class sat waiting to be dismissed. Curt apologized for leading the mob. It was just a particularly hard exercising day, and no one was enjoying it at all. "So, you were pretty lucky to get pulled from class today, I think," Curt explained. "But, Seb, and you don't have to say anything about it, but..." "What?" I asked him, my voice straightforward. A gnawing irritation was fluttering in my stomach. I was already planning my next chance to get more dick. Two at once was amazing, and I'd be happy to repeat that again, but how often did Coach Scott and Dr. Amar hangout at my school? Today was probably a one-time opportunity. "I think the other kids are noticing that you get called out of class a lot," Curt said. My throat closed up. I guess it's pretty obvious. Hard not to notice that every first period on B Days, I'm getting called to the principal's office. "I guess I just keep getting in trouble," I said. "For stupid stuff. I haven't learned how to follow this school's rules yet." "So, is that why you got pulled out of running today?" Curt asked. "No, I was getting my physical. I said that already," I said, getting frustrated. "Okay, okay," he said, getting the point. "Well, if you need some help on how the school runs itself, I'm here for ya!" Curt said with a goofy smile. I turned and faced him. "Thanks, Curt," I said smiling. If only he knew. I wished I could say something. Wished I could tell everyone what they were missing. From the locker-room, I saw Coach Scott bounding up the stairs to come talk to us. He looked totally normal but knowing all that we'd been through just fifteen minutes ago, I couldn't help but feel like he had an extra added glimmer in his eye. "Alright, listen up!" Coach called our attention, his voice ringing through the gym. "For swimmers on Saturday: Tomorrow is our first invitational meet. It's a prelim to see where each of our schools are at. It's not a tournament, it's not counting toward our team's district scoring, but nonetheless, it's our first chance to show these schools what we do here at Birchwood." He let that idea sink in. No messing around. No nonsense. "We get in there. We sweep the competition." The bell rang at the end of this sentence, but not a single person moved. "See you tomorrow," he said, and with that everyone swung their bags over their shoulders and made their way outside. Curt and I walked side by side toward the exit. As we approached the gym door, Coach's voice barked over the noise. "Smalls," he said, a serious look on his face. I glanced at Curt who gave a submissive and sympathetic good-bye wave. I turned back and headed toward Coach Scott as the rest of the class made their exit. When the gym doors closed finally, Coach stepped into me, his body pressing mine against the cool painted walls of the gym. His bulge was easily apparent beneath his warm-ups. Coach grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled with one another. I felt his hand run down my back, his fingers slide beneath the waistline of my shorts. And in a snap, Coach's fingers were hooked in my hole. "ANNGH!" I squeaked in surprise. "Till the day I die. This hole is mine, right?" his fingers danced in my hole, his fingertips circling my prostate. "Mmmph, yes, Coach. UNNNGH. Yeah," I whispered, breathing heavily. I smiled as he played my body as though I were a marionette, his fingers swimming inside of me. Coach pulled me in for one more kiss. His fingers slid out of my asshole. As he pulled away he looked deep into my eyes. "Your starting tomorrow, so make sure you're at the pool right at 10:00, or earlier if you can, that way we can get stretched and you'll be warm before the meet starts." "Yes sir," I said solemnly. "I have to go with my mother to a weird modelling thing tomorrow but that's at 7:30, but we should be done before the meet," I explained. "You better," he said seriously. "Don't disappoint me," he said. He scooped a handful of hair into his hand and pushed me to my knees. He gripped his bulge with his other hand, shaking it inches from my face, holding my head in place so that all I could do is stare at it. This encased package of meat. My mouth watered at the idea of sucking off my coach in the open gym. Coach Scott released his grip from my ass, snapping me out of my daze. "See you tomorrow," he said, backing away. "See you tomorrow," I replied. * "Alright, I need Sebastian to be first in line when it comes to hair and dressing. Do what you have to do to make it happen. And I need--" My mother was barking orders into her giant grey cellphone in one hand, holding a cup of coffee in the other, and steering her car with her knee. I had to admit, it was pretty impressive. I sat anxiously in the car, checking the clock. We were supposed to be at the studio at 7:30, and it was 7:20. I'd like to say it wasn't my fault that we were running a bit behind, but-- "Sebastian Smalls, I can't believe you are STILL asleep on one of the MOST important days of my--" I'm sure I'd be hearing about it for the rest of the day. All I could think about was the swim meet, and doing well for my team, and more importantly Coach Scott. We pulled into the studio at 7:35, and my mother power walked through the door, almost locking me in the car without noticing. "HE'S HERE! We're here," my mother busily looked around for someone who could point us in the right direction. The lobby was filled with kids of all ages with their parents. I sidestepped through a pile of Gerber babies, around a group of toddlers in tiaras, and past a mob of Gap models before finally catching up with the group that I was supposed to be a part of. "Alright, boys this way, girls with me, let's go people," a bored looking college girl droned on, indicating that this was probably the last place she'd rather be. The group of boys I was with were a diverse bunch. All of which looked like they were freshly cut and clipped before coming here, from their buzzed haircuts all the way to their trimmed nails. I looked bedraggled as always. I began to get discouraged that this was even a good use of our time. I was obviously not a "model" by any means. "Let's get this one in hair," the college girl said waving me in a different direction. "We'll have this group go first, and then this kid can go last." My heart sank at these directions. I wanted to go first so we could get out of here. I was filed into a room with barber's chairs and vanity mirrors. A girl who looked like she could still be in beauty school trudged over and without asking how I'd like my hair, started spraying, tugging, and clipping. Tufts of dirty blond hair drifted to the floor like falling leaves. After about fifteen minutes, she spun me around, and I saw myself in the mirror. I was actually pretty happy with it. It was still long, just more organized. She obviously was instructed not to do anything transformative with the different photographers. But, I actually liked how I looked. My hair sort of swooped in organized and soft waves along my forehead, with soft brown feathers splashing against my ears. An improvement from the birds nest that was sitting on my head for months. From here, I was led into a room that was essentially a long hallway. Along the walls were racks of clothing. "Pick out three outfits that you want to wear. We recommend something casual, something more formal, and then something that you really connect with, that's part of your interests," instructed the bored college girl. "U-uh...okay," I said sort of bewildered, beginning to flip through the clothes. For casual, I picked a collared light-blue shirt, and some baggy khaki shorts with a pair of red sneakers. For formal I grabbed a white button-up shirt, navy blue pants, and a jacket that was a similar color. I smirked while I picked out a crazy looking bow-tie and thought, why not? For something that fits my own interests? I had to think about that one. What are my interests? Sex was the first thing that I thought of, but I couldn't just walk out in front of the camera naked. Wouldn't that be something? Instead I went with swimming. A pair of tropical looking board shorts, a puka-shell necklace and a pair of sunglasses was all I picked out for that one. I went ahead and got dressed into the casual outfit first. After tying the sneakers, I got a look at myself in front of the mirror. I almost laughed. I looked like some sort of West-coast preppy jock. Not who I was at all. I thought it was kind of fun though, getting to be someone else. I exited the dressing room and stepped over to the photography studio. Some of the boys were already finished which was a relief. I couldn't imagine having to wait all that time to go through three different outfits. "He wants me to try my second look!" one boy exited the studio with excitement. The studio looked to be a private room, filled with lighting and camera equipment. I don't know what I expected it to look like; maybe something more open. "That's awesome, Tanner!" another boy said beaming, before having a sulking looking on his face. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Second look?" "If you get asked to put on a different outfit, then you probably got the job," said the sour-faced boy. "No one's been asked that yet. Tanner's the first one," he explained. "Oh, that's good then," I shrugged. "Ha, you've never done this before?" the boy asked. He looked maybe a couple of years older than me. "Nah, it's not really my choice," I explained. The boys all kind of laughed at this. "Yeah, it's not really any of our choices. Our parents got us into it," the kid explained. "Don't worry. It's easy, and if you make it, then it makes your parents happy, they give you things you want. It all works out," he said sort of nonchalantly. I had to wonder how long these kids have been doing this. "Smalls, Sebastian?" the bored college girl droned from behind her clipboard. "That's me," I said, tepidly raising my hand. "You're up," she called. I walked over to the studio door and pulled it open. Soft techno music was playing and there were a series of black curtains draped all around the space. Where the lights and camera were, was a bright white back drop as well as a bright white sheet on the floor. I looked behind me to find that no one was there. I casually walked into the space and saw a gentleman resting on a black director's chair lazily holding a camera in his hand. He was wearing a black T-shirt, black pants, thick rimmed glasses, which all contrasted starkly with his pale white skin. His hair-line had a stark recession of the late-stages of male-pattern baldness. On his face a light dusting of blond stubble added texture to his cheeks and chin. His arms were thin and tight with muscle, streaked with blonde hair and dotted with freckles. The rest of him blended in with the backdrop of the curtains. "You're last right?" he asked without looking at me. "Uh, yeah, I think so," I replied. "Alright, let's get this over with," he said sort of dismissively. As I stepped into the white space of the photography studio, I shoved my hands into the pockets of the shorts I was wearing. I stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. The photographer screwed a tripod to the camera and began setting up the lighting for the pictures. "Alright, just act naturally," he directed. I just stood in place, unsure of what to do to "act naturally." Suddenly a bright flash filled the space, causing me to flinch. "Oh, boy," he mumbled under his break. "More natural, kid," he said, squinting into the camera again before another flash illuminated the room. "Um, I guess I don't know what you mean," I said. The photographer sighed and moved away from the camera. He walked toward me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Up straight, shoulders like this," his hands pressed against different parts of my upper body. My cock instantly began to swell in my shorts. Luckily they were pretty baggy, so it was pretty unnoticeable that I was getting hard. He stood maybe a foot and a half higher than me. His thin frame was kind a turn-on for me. His thin lips pursed with focus, and a noticeable vein sprouted on his forehead. "Fix your back," he instructed, wrapping his arm around me, pushing on the small of my back just a bit, causing me to jump forward against him. His hands gripped my sides, frisking my hips a bit, as though he were getting a feeling for what my body felt like. My heart began to quicken. I looked into his eyes, and his eyes met mine. They were a piercing blue, and as I examined his face, I noticed that his blonde stubble had some streaks of soft gray. His thin and boyish body didn't match his age which caught me off guard. His hands stroked some of the hair that had fallen over my eyes. His fingers rested beneath my chin, causing me to lift my face a bit. His thumb stroked my cheek. "Uh, okay, I...I think I got it," I said, not wanting to get too much closer to him. My dick was getting harder with each moment that passed, so I was worried that it would begin to show. "Great," he said perfunctorily before getting back behind the camera. "Now just kind of pose. As though you're trying to get someone's attention across the room. Not waving your arms, but as though a cute girl in class is at lunch and you want her to notice." I thought of Shirley in my English class, how she was a girl that I'd been noticing lately. My eyes lightened at the thought of her, and a small smile crept across my forehead. Lights began to softly flash with each choice I seemed to make. "Good. Good," he said. "Keep going," he mentioned. I brushed hair out of my eyes, a flash. I raised my eyebrows, a flash. I shifted my weight onto a different leg, a flash. I smiled fully and brightly, a flash. The person in my mind as to who I was trying to "notice" continued to shift. In the distance, I pictured Mr. McCook, watching me from a distance. It was strange, but I just kept going with it. "You're pretty good, kid," he said, admittedly. "I...I am?" I asked a bit surprised. "Yeah, you kind of have a California look to you. Something we don't see around here. I like you." My heart jumped. Really? I basically just stood in the middle of the floor, without any real effort. "What else do you have to wear?" he asked. "I have this formal suit, and then a pair of boardshorts," I listed. "Let's see you in the swimsuit," he declared. "You can tell that other kid to go home," he said, pulling out different equipment. I jumped, in a bit of a shock. Did I just get the job? I wondered. "Um, okay. I guess I'll be right back," I said, before leaving the studio space. When I exited the space, I saw Tanner the kid who'd just been asked to change into his next outfit--a soccer uniform. He was sitting eagerly with a soccer ball in his hand. "Is he ready for me?" Tanner asked confidently, standing up from the chair he was waiting in. "Nah," I said, nonchalantly. "He said you could go home." I reached into the basket of clothes that I'd carried my outfits in and pulled out a swimming suit. "W-what?" he asked dumbfounded. "That's what he said," I shrugged. Tanner looked around for anyone else to back him up. Granted he was a handsome kid, so he probably was used to being called back for these sorts of things. Tanner shook his head in confusion and then stormed off, leaving me by myself. I quickly found the dressing room and got changed into the board shorts that I'd picked out. They were a bright green and pink floral pattern that I thought would look nice against the tan that I'd gained while at swim practice. I kept the T-shirt that I came in with so that I wasn't just walking around the studio without a shirt on. I figured the photographer would ask me to take it off if he wanted me to. I entered the studio one more time, and this time where was a series of beach chairs, fake palm trees, a beachball, even a model sand castle made out of tan plaster. I was surprised he was able to set up the stage that quickly. "Alright, we're gonna take a trip to the beach for this. Interact with the props, be natural, you probably got the job anyway, so don't hold back or anything." "Um, okay," I said somewhat nervously, a cautious smile on my face. "First thing, is that you can take your shirt off," he explained, "You're not one of those tourists who's afraid to be shirtless on the beach are you?" he asked, aiming his camera at me. "Ha, no I guess not," I said, beginning to take off my shirt. With each inch that the shirt began to lift over my head, a strobe of flashes shimmered through the studio. I tossed the shirt off the set and started working around the studio. I leaned against the fake palm tree, arms folded, smiling, a flash. I laid next to the sandcastle, pretending to have fun with it, a flash. I pretended to throw the beach ball, a flash. "Good, good, you're having fun. Having fun, look this way, big smile." A flash. "Good good good." The lights were warm on my bare-skin and my skin started to shine with sweat. "Why don't you lay on the chair a bit, pretend to sunbathe," he suggested. I moved over to the chair and laid on top of it, moving my chin in the direction of a pretend sun, taking in pretend rays. A flash. It was all very strange. "Alright, now, pretend you're looking for the sunscreen. I think it's in the bag behind the chair," he instructed. I leaned forward, got on my knees, and looked behind the chair, and found that nothing was there. A flash. "Good, keep looking. Keep looking." I arched my back a bit, trying to find what he was telling me to look for, but still, nothing was there. A flash. "Good, spread your legs a bit further, that'll help you find that bag, I think," he said, a bit more connivingly. I spread my legs, causing my ass to really perk outward. "Alright now look this way, look this way," he demanded. I craned my neck to give him a view of my face. "Mmmm, perrrrfect," he said excitedly, snapping away on his camera. His voice was stimulating my senses. Low and focused, not like most adults who talk to younger kids. All of this attention was making me hard. "I think we've got everything we need here," he said. I saw him starting to stow his equipment. Suddenly an urge to have him right here and now. I wasn't about to leave here without having a cock in my ass and a load down my throat. "W-wait," I called out. "Are you sure that's it?" "Yeah, kid, I'm sure," he said almost sarcastically. Who was this kid to tell me what to do? "I just mean," I said slowly turning back to face the photographer. "Are you sure there isn't anything else you'd like to see?" I ran my hand down the front of my stomach, and into my shorts, adjusting my hard-on, but showing the photographer just enough to see what I had to work with. "U-uh, kid, I really think we're done here," he said unscrewing the lens. "Wait," I said again. He stood up straight, looking into my eyes with irritation. I started to pump salacious thoughts out of my brain like they were telegraphs. "Come on, I know it's been weeks since you've gotten any," I taunted in my head. "You know you want to get a taste of this boy hole." My thoughts dripped in sin, and I couldn't stop them from entering my head. The photographer shifted his weight onto his other foot impatiently. "My mother is the one in charge of the campaign," I continued. "Oh, well, then I'm sure I'll be hearing all about how her little boy is the only one cut out for the job. Trust me, I've heard it all before from these psycho parents," he grumbled. "I know she's willing to pay extra," I said. At that, his eyes perked up. "Yeah, how much? A $20 Baskin Robbins gift card?" "How much was the photoshoot?" I asked, starting to lean back against the beach chair getting more comfortable. "$150," he said tersely. "She's got that, plus $500 more," I said. I had no idea where I was getting this number from. But I didn't care. This guy had a cock attached to him, and I wanted it. "...seriously?" he asked. "So what, I just say you got the job, and that's it? We're already going with you. What's the extra $500 for?" he asked impatiently. At this, I started undoing my swimsuit. As the final knot in the front laces came undone, my dick came powering through the fly of the shorts, bouncing at full attention. "Wh-whoa, kid," he said, shielding his eyes. "What are you afraid of? You took a bunch of pictures of my ass just a bit ago," I said, starting to rub myself. "That...that was just part of the photo shoot," he stammered. "Really? Those seemed like just pictures for you. For later," I teased. "I...I'm not..." he shook his head. "$500, and I'll let you take pictures of whatever you want. Let you do whatever you'd like," I shrugged. "If not, I'll walk out now, tell my mother that you took inappropriate pictures of me, you'll lose your job probably..." I continued listing the consequences. "Shit. Shit shit shit," he whispered, pacing. "Come on, I'm so horny!" I called. "It doesn't have to be so serious. This could be fun!" I shook my dick a little bit with my hips, letting the skin slap against me. The photographer just stared uncomfortably at me, torn of what to do next. "No one knows about this right?" he asked. "NO one??" "Just me and you," I said getting on my knees, crawling to the edge of the chair. The photographer solemnly began setting his camera back up. After everything was in place, he watched for a moment as I started stroking myself, resting on my knees. A flash. I smiled coyly and continued stroking myself, slowly inching out of the swimming suit. Precum began to ooze from my cock, allowing my dick to become lubricated with my own slick fluids. A flash. Finally, I leaned back, kicking the swimsuit completely off of my ankles, tossing it to the floor. My fingers drifted to my mouth, and then with a wet index and middle finger, I slowly inserted them both into my warm hole. "Unnnngh," I groaned, stroking faster and more wildly. My hips gyrated, allowing my fingers to dance along my prostate. Precum continued seeping from my cock, causing my shaft to glisten in the studio lights. The warmth and total vulnerability of being on display like this was sending me to a place I'd never been. I began making love to the camera. Fucking the camera lens with my eyes, but most importantly, my photographer who was watching and enjoying what he was seeing. The entire situation was causing my veins to catch fire. My balls rolled against the base of my shaft. My heart rate began to quicken. "Onnngh...I'm...I'm gonna..." A series of flashes illuminated the room. "I'm...I'm GONNA...ERRRRGH!" I groaned as cum surged from my cock, splashing all along my chest, my stomach, in my belly button. Flash. Flashflashflashflash. The room strobed with cameras flashing from different angles all around me. I slowly began to relax against the beach chair, my breath coming back to normal. "I want you next," I whispered, getting to my knees. The photographer took little time in coming over to me. "Show me your cock," I hissed. His black jeans practically rammed me in the face with eager excitement. My fingers went to work in undoing his fly, before finally fishing out a firm cock springing into the open air. His cock had to have been at least eight inches, bright pink, already sticky with precum. I pulled out his balls which were just as bright, soft and velvety. "Mmmmm, looks good," I said hungrily before diving onto his cock. "Oh!" he gasped. I took over half of his cock just in one gulp. The taste of his meat riled me up to a full-blown animalistic monster. His cock was mine, and I would worship every inch of it. "Oh, god," he whispered. A flash lit up the room. "Yeah, suck on it, kid." The photographer produced a handheld camera in his hand, angling it over my head. "Look up at me. That's right, yeah, show me those eyes." I looked into the camera lens as I sweetly and tenderly devoured the man's cock. Flash. My hands, idle, needing something to hang on took to stroking his cock while I sucked him off, as well as running up his stomach, which to my surprise was coated in a thick blanket of hair that travelled all the way to his firm chest. I started signaling to the photographer that I wanted him to remove his shirt, using my hands to slide the fabric along his hips. He took the hint and pulled the black t-shirt over his head, revealing a thin, yet packed with muscle, body, covered in scraggly blonde hair. My hunger seeing him shirtless only fired up my drive for him even further. The photographer began more comfortably using my mouth as a means for his orgasm, his balls swinging against my chin. The room filled with flashes occasionally, for what I can assume was the photographer's intuition that he had a good picture. I began bobbing up and down on his cock more ferociously. I began to swallow down sips of precum taking in the delightful flavors that this man had stored inside of those heavy balls. "Fuck yeah, kid," he whispered. "Yer gonna make me fuckin' cum," he whimpered. A series of inconsistent flashes began to enter the room. I could only assume that he was struggling to maintain the multitask of taking pictures as well as getting ready to bust a load in one of his subjects. "MMMMM, I'm cumming!!!" he said in a strained scream. The first surge caught me by surprise, hitting me in the back of the throat, the second was fuller, filling my mouth with delicious cum. "ERRRRGH. PULL OUT PULL OUT ERRGGG!!" The photographer, pulled on my hair, causing his cock to spill from my mouth, cum leaking out of my lips and down my cheeks. The photographer bucked his hips slightly a couple more times, sending two more ropes of cum landing elegantly onto my face. His cum was warm and comforting on my forehead, my nose, my mouth. I lapped up what I could, but before long, the photographer pulled my face toward his and began running his tongue along my face, drinking down his own cum. Finally, his mouth met mine, cum intermixing with each other's spit. I swallowed him thankfully, continuing to lightly stroke him. Our tongues slapped against one another's getting fills of each other's lust. "Fucking god," he whispered after making out with me. I gripped his dick, still hard as a rock. "Looks like you're still hard," I said innocently. "Heh," he laughed slightly, catching his breath. Sweat was starting to bead on his shoulders. "Fuck me," I whispered before getting back on my knees, and facing away from him, showing him my hole. "Agh, fuck yes," he shuddered maniacally as though something within him had just been awoken. I planted myself as firmly as I could on the beach chair, pushing my ass in his direction. I heard the sound of shoes being kicked off, and pants dropping to the ground. I turned to get a look him, seeing him completely naked. His legs were just as hairy as his chest and stomach was. The photographer shook his dick a bit, and finally pressed it against my asshole. "Careful not to hurt me," I whimpered sweetly. Who was I kidding, he could have slammed into me right now, and I would have gone right along with it. "I'll go easy," he whispered. His dick slowly started to disappear into me. "Ungh, you're so big," I squeaked. Again, I'd had bigger, but it this was for him. "Unnnnnngh" I groaned as his cock began to ease its way into me. He was going too slow. I wanted all of him right away. I pushed back with my arms, consuming the rest of his cock with my ass. "Annnnnngh!" the photographer moaned by surprised. "Oh yeah, your cock fits so perfectly in me," I said grinding my hips slightly before beginning to slowly bounce along the entire length of his cock. "Ho-ho...holy shit..." the photographer cried. I was mastering his dick in ways that I don't think he thought was possible. I would lean forward, allowing his cock to almost leave my body, and then push back, taking it all back in once again, all without flinching. "Yeah, your cock is so long," I whispered hungrily. "Yer...yer insane," he whined. "How...ungh...I'm gonna g-g-onna...cum again..." he reeled wildly. "Yeah, cum in me," I groaned bouncing against his thighs sending a loud cracking through the open studio. "Cum in my ass," I whined fucking him as thoroughly as I could. His hands lightly touched my hips as though he were trying to balance on a balance beam. He was completely paralyzed by my hole. "UNGH. AHHHHHHHNGH!" he roared. His cock pulsed as I continued ramming my body against his, hungrily consuming his dick for my hole's pleasure. "FFFFFFFFUCK!" he shouted. "ENNNGH" he whimpered weakly before toppling over on top of me. I wouldn't cease moving. I was hungry for more. Precum dangled from my cock like a string of pearls. I could go for a good five more rounds just in this hour if he let me. The photographer finally pulled out of my ass and fell to my side, his furry naked body rubbing against mine. I moved out of the way, allowing him to lay on his back. I shimmied down his body, now coated in a layer of sweat, and continued working on his cock with my mouth, tasting the inside of my ass all over it. "Mmmmmmph," I said hungrily tasting the leftover cum on his dick. I pulled away from him finally. "Still hard," I said. "Ungh...uh...uh-huh," he was drunk, hypnotized, delirious from my hole. I straddled his waist and used my hand to guide the photographer's dick into me once again. "Unngh HUNNNGH!" he barked as three inches of his dick slid into my hole as though it were nothing. I allowed gravity to take hold of my body and slowly allowed the rest of him to disappear into me. "Yer...yer crazy," he whispered as his cock fully entered me. "But you love it," I remarked coyly smiling at him. I started riding him, using my legs to lift and squat on his dick. I marveled at how his face was twisting and contorting in pleasure and over-sensitization. I bounced on his dick as though it were a pogo stick. Precum came flying from my cock in glimmery flecks, landing in the forest of the photographer's stomach. "Unnnnngh, yeah! C'mon fuck me. FUCK me! Don't make me do all the work!" I spat on his face, just like Coach Scott does to me sometimes. "Come on you fucking bitch!" I snapped, my mind reeling from the sensation of meat entering me. I took my hand and smeared my spit on his face, my fingers entering his mouth. His eyes looked half fearful and half excited as he started to take control of his lust. His hips bounced as I rocketed to and from his cock, using the elastic material of the beach chair to really pound me with force. His neck was a bright red, his face twisted with exertion and ecstasy. "Unghh, holy shit," he whispered, sweat streaming down his neck. His chest and stomach a sparkling display of body hair and sweat. "Fuck yeah. Fuck my ass!" I spat again. "I want you to fuck the cum outta me!" I ordered. I felt my balls reeling against my shaft. "NNNNNNNGH!" I could tell he was holding back cumming again. This time I wanted to be the one to cum first. "Yeah, you wanna cum again?" I asked sweetly, my chest heaving with every lurch that I made onto his thick cock, feeling him pounding me from the inside. My hole was fully capable of taking more. "Fuck me HARD!" I roared, my cock slapping against my stomach as I felt him start to pick up speed. "Yeah. YEAH. YEAH FUCK ME!" I said more deliriously. My balls were rolling against the shaft of my cock, and I could feel it from an electric wave starting from my ankles that I was about to cum. "Yeah fuck the cum outta me! FUCK MY ASS!" I snapped, slamming my hand against his chest, grabbing a handful of hair in my first, using his chest hair like a cowboy and the mane of a horse. "ERRRRRRGH!" I roared as cum began to spew from my dick landing in the web of the photographer's stomach hair, his chest hair and some on his chin. I laughed wildly as the photographer's cock continued surging into me. "MMMMMMM. I'M SHOOTINGGGGG!" he cried once more. I felt his cock surging cum into me once more, and as he came, I slowly pulled away from his dick. A deluge of cum spilled from my ass from the time he came in me before. "ANNGH! ANNNNNGH!" the photographer, twisted and squirmed from my pulling away from him. Cum continued to splash against my ass cheeks, running down the backs of my legs. I sank my hole around his cock one more time, just to watch him tremble from head to toe. "Ga-a-a-wd," he shuddered. After I noticed his breathing return to normal, I began to stand up, his cock flopping out of my messy hole. I went over to the bathing suit and got dressed. "W-wait," he called after. "Y-you'll be back right?" I ignored him and exited the studio and went straight to the dressing rooms. Cum smeared between my ass cheeks as I walked, one of my favorite feelings. Walking around in public with a full load in me. I found my bag in one of the cubbies and took it in to a stall with me and quickly got dressed in my original clothes. My mother was in the waiting area, all the other parents had left already. "Well, what did he say?" she asked excitedly. "You were in there for a long time." "He's between me and this other boy that was in my group. Said he wasn't sure," I explained nonchalantly. "Wh-what? Did you...did you even try?" she asked loudly. "Yes, I tried," I shot back. "He said that it might cost more to go with me since I'm inexperienced. Something about 'at least $500'." Even though I used him for sex, I still wanted to follow through with my offer. "Well," she said filing through her purse before pulling out a checkbook. She scribbled on one of the checks before finally tearing it out. She walked over to the receptionist's desk and handed it to her. "For the photographer," she said brusquely. "Let's go, Sebastian." She felt very proud of herself, and I had to pat myself on the back as well. When we arrived back in the car, my mother was sort of huffy about the whole thing, in how it was a waste of time and money. I wanted to tell her so badly that I had the job, and that $500 was just a tip for having sex with me. I'm sure that would send her through a loop. I glanced at the clock: 9:30. "H-how long does it take to get to the pool from here?" I asked nervously. "Maybe 30 minutes, or so," my mother replied. "Do you think we'll make it by ten?" I asked. "I don't know. Maybe," she seemed to pout. She was speeding to get to the photoshoot on time, but not the swim meet. There was no urgency in her face at all. "It's just...I really have to be able to get there on time. Coach will be upset with me if--" "I'm going as fast as I can Sebastian," she said dismissively. There was no traffic, and I could tell she was going slightly under the speed limit. I folded my arms and just tried not to panic. As we got closer to approaching the meet, my heart began to race: 9:55. Maybe if we got only green lights, we could get there just in time. Maybe if I just jumped out of the car and sprinted, I could make it in time. 9:59. My mother pulled into the parking lot and stopped behind a line of cars. "I'll just get out here," I said, reaching for my bag of gear. "Your father will be here in a little bit," my mother said. And that was that. I pushed the car door open, jumped out, slammed it shut, and took off running toward the pool. As I made it inside there were already swimmers lining up for the first race: the 200-meter relay. I saw Bowl-cut, Martinez, and others gathered around one of the lanes. This was the race that I was supposed to be in. A loud whistle blew, and the swimmers all pushed off the blocks and began to race. Cheers erupted from the different teams as each swimmer made their paces. I looked everywhere for Coach Scott. Eventually I found him. He was standing, arms folded, near the locker area. Sunglasses shielded his eyes, but I could tell that he was not happy with me. ******************************************************* Chapter 18 to follow. Please email hjk7359@hotmail.com for feedback, questions, or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.