By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Jacob Graaf, Upper School principal of Hulstlander Academy for Boys, entered the school's front doors at seven o'clock on a typically muggy South Carolina August morning. The fall session had not yet commenced, but almost all the sports programs were holding clinics or tryouts today, so, since the school has a high athletics participation rate, about six hundred fifty of the school's eight hundred boys would be on campus sometime during the day, mostly in the morning.
Principal Graaf toured the newly-remodeled cafeteria and food court to verify that they were prepared for the day's onslaught of famished teenage boys. Today would amount to a "soft opening" for the new facilities. He was pleased with how well everything had come together and how eager the staff were to test out their new holistic morning-to-evening nutrition program.
There were still a few staff positions to fill to support the expanded selections being offered to students, staff, and faculty, but he was confident that everything would be in order by the first day of the fall term.
The thirty-eight-year-old Doctor Graaf had received some strange looks from the cafeteria staff as he toured around. He couldn't figure out why, and nobody said anything directly to him. He ordered a spinach, mushroom, and onion omelet from the new station manned by one of the recently-hired cooks whom he met for the first time. They chatted for the few minutes it took to complete his order, then he strode off to the administrative office suite.
It was only when he saw his reflection in the wall of windows separating the darkened office suite from the hallway that he realized the cause of the questioning looks: he was completely naked. He had never come to work like that before.
Jacob Graaf is a thin-set, cut natural bodybuilder with short, straight platinum blond hair parted on the left, which accentuates his narrow, somewhat stern-looking face (unless he is smiling, which he often is). He had previously planned to be nude when he welcomed the athletes this morning, but hadn't planned on a full naked day.
The former Richland Academy was relaunched as Hulstlander by Jacob's grandfather, Pieter de Graaf. Both the Lower and Upper schools have always conducted physical education classes in the nude – a custom brought from their former private school in the Netherlands – so most of the coaches and phys ed teachers remain nude to set a good example. It would be only fitting for Principal Graaf to follow suit, and he had done so many times during his eight-year career at the Upper School.
But today, for some reason, he felt compelled to leave his house with only his car keys. It wasn't a whim, inspiration, or even a desire. It was a compulsion. There was no backup plan or emergency clothing for him to put on should he change his mind. He didn't want to give himself a chance to back out of spending the entire day naked, including meeting several new students and their parents, and interacting with contractors and other workers who were getting the school ready for the new year.
The previous day, Graaf and his vice-principal, Robert Davis, had escorted newly-enrolled Bunny Tarnow and his father Drew through the school buildings. Bunny was naked and explained that he was a Natural Boy, intending to come to school naked every day.
That will be a first for Hulstlander, but Graaf was pretty sure that there would likely be others. The Natural Boy movement was a new phenomenon and still in its infancy in their area, but it showed no signs of diminishing.
There was something about that naked hunk of a fifteen-year-old that planted the seed in Jacob's mind. He knew that society was changing in its acceptance of public nudity and even public sex. He was all for that since Hulstlander tried to instill body and sex positivity into its boys. But he never imagined himself going about his day without a stitch of clothing on, or even in reach.
The principal entered the office suite, turning on a few lights here and there. His secretary, Melik, would arrive around eight. Vice-principal Davis would likely show up momentarily.
Jacob tossed his keys in a desk drawer, turned on his computer, and went back to the outer office to start a pot of coffee. He returned to his office and stood looking out from his window onto the perfectly-maintained school grounds. He had just taken a couple of bites of his omelet when he heard a tap on the outer door.
"Principal Graaf?" an unrecognized voice inquired.
The principal told the visitor to enter. He was pleased to see Tim Swann with Natural Boy Bunny Tarnow and an unknown third boy. All three were naked and sweaty as if they had been exercising.
Bunny locked eyes with Jacob. Their look communicated that they both knew Principal Graaf's nudity was due to Bunny's influence, but only the latter understood it. Bunny's smile put Jacob at ease, unsure why he was happy to please this student.
Tim was glad to see his principal naked and was overt with his glances traveling up and down Jacob's stunning physique. Cordell Washington, the fifteen-year-old from Richland High that had joined Tim, Bunny, and Marcus for their morning run, was shocked. Nobody at his school would ever wander around naked. Indeed, it was only in the last several weeks that a small group of students began to work out naked on the school's athletic fields.
Cord tried to look nonchalant but had difficulty looking away from Graaf's five-inch flaccid penis. He imagined the pleasure it might give to his well-used hole.
Tim made enthusiastic introductions and asked whether Cordell would be a welcomed visitor at the school. Principal Graaf offered his right hand to the teen and clapped his lightly-complected African-American shoulder with his left. "You are most welcome, young man. May I ask if there's a particular reason for your visiting us this morning?"
Cord began to try to formulate an answer as he stared at the attractive naked principal when Bunny interrupted. "My dad is going to talk to you about a project that I think he hinted at yesterday. I talked to Cord about it this morning, and I got the idea that he should enroll here. I think Hulstlander would be better off for it. And I think his dad should be involved in the project too."
"Well," Jacob answered, thrown a little off-balance, "I am certainly intrigued. I think we have reached our enrollment limit for all grade levels this semester, but I would be happy to find out for you, and start our application process to make sure we are a good fit for your needs."
Bunny walked up to principal Graaf to kiss him on the cheek, briefly pressing their abdomens and crotches together. "See, that's the point, principal Graaf, Hulstlander isn't a good fit for Cord. But it should be. Cord should come here so that we conform to him, rather than trying to have him conform to us."
Graaf chuckled at Bunny's forwardness. He wrapped an arm around the sweaty, muscled teen and rubbed his back. "You do remember that you have yet to attend a single class here, Bunny? I'm not sure you have developed the expertise to criticize our ethos."
Bunny reciprocated by wrapping an arm around the principal and brought his hand to rest on the principal's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked at Cord to verify that he witnessed how Bunny helped himself to the principal's body.
"I'm not criticizing Hulstlander," Bunny explained. "Well, not entirely. I just think it's a shame that, when we met Cord this morning and began talking about the Upper School, his immediate impression was that he didn't have a chance at coming here and wouldn't fit in if he did. Isn't that sad that anyone would feel as if they didn't belong here, principal Graaf?
"Cord is talented, smart, from a great family, cute, black, and poor. Those last two things are what he thinks are impediments to his being welcomed here. That makes me sad and angry," Bunny continued.
"That's an appropriate response, Bunny," Graaf conceded as he moved to stand in front of Cord. "Mister ... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your last name, sir."
"Washington," Cord stammered.
Principal Graaf gestured to the loveseat and chairs in his office. "Come have a seat, Mister Washington, and tell me if Bunny has accurately characterized your circumstances and point of view."
Cord sat on the loveseat. He thought Bunny was going to join him, but Jacob Graaf sat next to him instead. The principal turned and sat on his left ankle so he could look directly at the skinny teen. Graaf's knee came to rest on Cord's hip.
Cord looked a little uncomfortable until Graaf took Cord's right hand and placed it on his knee. Cord moved his hand around the principal's knee and then brought it to rest a little above his knee, on his inner thigh.
Graaf smiled and remained in an open position, careful not to crowd Cord or assume a dominant posture over him. He wanted Cordell to feel equal, and his opinions equally-valued.
The two began to converse. Tim and Bunny did their best to sit back and look supportive, but not speak. Cord was doing a fine job explaining how kids in his circumstances viewed the "Hussies," as Husltlander kids were known.
Graaf encouraged Cord to keep talking. The teen became more open and animated as he went. He gesticulated several times. Each time his hand seemed to come down a little further up Graaf's thigh. The principal moved his right leg to give Cord easier access to him if that's what he wanted.
Cord told Graaf about his family, and how his father is a librarian in the county system.
"Your father is a hero," Graaf exclaimed. Librarians are among the most important people on earth, in my opinion. The son of a librarian has guaranteed admission to Hulstlander. You say the word, and you're in! I would very much like to meet your father to thank him for his service."
The two continued a lively back and forth. Cord and Jacob were laughing at one of Cord's stories. Cord patted Jacob's thigh several times, then rubbed it, sliding the back of his hand against the principal's balls. Graaf's penis had become tumescent, sitting on his right hip at almost eight inches as the two laughed, but Cord suddenly recoiled as if he had touched a live wire.
"I'm so sorry, principal Graaf," Cord squeaked.
"No need to apologize," Graaf laughed. "You're not the first to call us `bougie.'"
"No, not that. I touched your balls," Cord said, sounding horrified.
Principal Graaf laughed again. "Oh, that. Yes, I noticed." He got a little more serious. "Listen, Mister Washington, we bougie Hussies believe in open and honest communication about our expectations and limitations in interpersonal relationships.
"If you were doing anything – or, if I even suspected you might do something that I didn't like or encourage, I would have told you that. Look at my penis, please, Cordell."
Cord sat there, trying to reconcile that a naked principal was sitting there, asking him to look at his penis. But he did look. He thought it was a gorgeous penis, he had to admit, aside from a little blonde stubble growing above it.
"Do you see how my penis is becoming engorged and on its way to a nice erection," Graaf asked.
"Umm, yeah."
"Why does that happen to a man? Do you know," Graaf asked calmly, trying to draw the boy out.
"Umm, because you feel good, sir. Or, maybe you gotta pee?"
Graff smiled. "Correct. But I don't have to pee. So, my body had told you that it likes what you were doing. But that's not the only way we were communicating, was it? Did I say anything that would lead you to believe I didn't like your touch on my body?"
"Umm, no, sir."
Graaf nodded. "Did I close my posture in any way that could be taken as defensive, or move away from you to indicate that your touching my scrotum was unwelcome?"
"Umm, no, sir."
"But yet you decided that either I shouldn't like it, or that you shouldn't want to touch me," Graaf continued. "We bougie Hussies believe that two – or three, or a hundred – partners are all on equal footing. You should feel free to state what you want out of an encounter. And I should be free to tell you whether I am willing to go along with all or some of it. We each respect each other's boundaries. We each respect each other's desires without judgment."
Cord put a quivering hand on Graaf's balls and began to massage them.
Graaf nodded. "Thank you, Cordell. I like the feel of your fingers on my balls. See how my erection is firming up even more? Feel free to touch that, too, if you want to."
Cord's smile widened as he indulged himself playfully masturbating the principal as Tim and Bunny looked on. He brought both hands to Graaf's erection and quickly brought it to its full ten inches.
"I would really like you to fuck me, Principal Graaf," Cord blurted out.
"Thank you for saying that, Cord. I don't know that we have time for that right now, but I would like to do that with you at some point," Graaf said with a slight shudder from Cord's skilled manipulation of his penis.
"We don't have to get off," Cord countered. "I would just like to feel it in me for a minute. Bunny dumped a lot of cum in me at the National Guard base, so I am ready to go."
Graaf laughed again. "That's more like it, Cord. State what it is you want, and don't apologize for wanting it. I am willing to fuck you for just a minute. May I taste your anus first?"
Cord clapped his hands and jumped up, turning his back to Graaf and bending over. Graaf separated his bronze cheeks and went digging for evidence of Bunny cum. It was there under a layer of Cord's sweat, which Graaf gleefully lapped off.
Cord looked up at Tim and Bunny. All three of them were smiling and happy that Cord was being serviced by his new principal. Cord decided that he wanted Jacob Graaf's tongue in him always and forever. Except that he also wanted Jacob Graff's cock in him right damn now!
Graff moaned when he got to Bunny's cum. But it was obviously mixed with several other tasty varieties. His cock twitched and bobbed as it lubricated himself.
"Someone has a busy beaver, judging from the cum cocktail in this hole," Graaf said.
"Oh, umm, yeah," Cord moaned. "My brothers had a party last night. My friend said I got about thirty loads. Feel free to make it thirty-one."
Graaf willed himself to relinquish the tasty treat and stood up, as did Cord, revealing his dripping seven inches. The teen plopped down on his back on the loveseat, hooking his right leg over the back and holding his left knee near his shoulder.
Graff picked up the boy's hips to get him into a more suitable angle of approach. "Are you sure you want this," he asked the panting teen.
"Oh, hell yeah, I want this!"
Graaf pushed his wet tip into Cord's anus and waited for any sign of rejection. The hole relaxed to welcome the visitor. The visitor felt very welcomed indeed.
Tim and Bunny came over, both hard at ten and eleven inches, respectively, wanting to contribute in whatever way they could. Graff nodded to Tim, indicating that he might like to suck off Cord. Tim got into a sixty-nine position, offering Cord his own ten inches of happy meal, which Cord swallowed with ease.
Graaf wiggled his straight eyebrows at Bunny and indicated that he would enjoy being fucked as he continued to fuck Cord.
Bunny wet a finger and inserted it into Graaf's hole to test the waters. He found a well-lubed resting place. Graaf had anticipated getting fucked at some point today.
Bunny withdrew his finger and stood behind Graff. He pushed all eleven inches into the blond god and quickly synchronized his rhythm with Graaf's.
After about thirty seconds of grunting, Graff huffed out, "I know I said I wouldn't cum, but I think I'm almost there."
Cord pushed Tim out of his mouth. "Fire at will, soldier."
Bunny surreptitiously brought all four of them together with Tuer Shen's help. They weren't aware of how much more they were connected than just a minute ago, but the three teens and the principal all tenuously sensed each other's sensations, and all were building to a simultaneous orgasm.
Bunny counted down in his mind to the others, "Three, two one, fire!"
The four hummed, moaned, and yelled their bliss through seven ejaculations. Bunny helped the guys ease back to reality.
Tim stood up, but neither Bunny nor Jacob was in a hurry to withdraw their cocks from their comfortable confines. After several moments of vacillation, Bunny pulled out of Jacob, then Jacob pulled out of Cord.
Cord lay on the loveseat deliberately winking his anus at principal Graaf with a sly smile on his cute face as some of Graaf's cum squished around the opening.
Cord ran his index finger around his anus, scooping up Jacob's cum, then lasciviously licking his finger as Jacob watched with a smile.
After three more returns, Cord got most of Graaf's cum from the outside of his ring, but Graaf walked to his head and asked if he wanted more. Cord licked the hard penis, reclaiming his ass juices and Graaf's cum.
"I guess I need to get to work earlier in the morning."
The four guys in Graaf's office turned to see vice-principal Robert Davis leaning in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee. His two-hundred-twenty-pound rugby-conditioned body was uncovered, and his penis stood eight-and-a-half-inches at the ready.
"Bob, good morning," Jacob Graaf enthused. "I've just had the pleasure of meeting Mister Cordell Washington, who will be joining our sophomore class. Cordell, this is vice-principal Robert Davis."
Cord winked his anus as Davis approached, then brazenly fingered his cummy hole to display it to him. "Nice to meet you, Mister Davis. Do you have time for a quick dip in the pool before you have to start your day?"
Principal Graaf laughed at Cord's forwardness and at Bob's inability to resist temptation.
"I'm going to blow in thirty seconds, Cord," Mister Davis huffed. "Do you want it on you or in you?"
"In. Always in. You can write that in my permanent record," Cord laughed.
Robert Davis sank his fat eight-and-one-half inches into the fifteen-year-old in a quick yet smooth stroke. "Aaaah, fuck. This is the way to start the day! Thanks, Cord. I'm happy to make your acquaintance."
With that, he started a rapid pace of full strokes into the sophomore. Cord was not hard, having just finished cumming, but he didn't care. He would much rather take a load than leave a load. He worked to make Mister Davis's visit a pleasant one. From the grunts and curses emanating from the vice-principal, he was doing his job.
Bunny decided to make himself useful, so he knelt behind Mister Davis and drilled his long tongue into his hole. It tasted fresh and of vanilla lube. Both the administrators believed in coming to school having done their homework!
Davis miscalculated his staying power. He was able to hold off cumming for fifty-two seconds. His orgasm lasted about the same amount of time. He didn't tarry inside Cord, pulling out his cock almost as soon as he was done shooting.
Bunny took the vice-principal by the hips to spin him around and went to work cleaning his cock. Davis cautioned about his post-orgasmic sensitivity, but Bunny was relentless. In another fifty-two seconds, Robert Davis had another orgasm.
"Jesus! Fuck! You beautiful bastard! Look what you've made me do," Davis yelled.
Meanwhile, principal Graaf was cleaning Cord's hole. It was the only reasonable thing to do: he couldn't risk having his upholstery stained.
Cord let down his legs and stretched out with a smile. Jacob, who was still kneeling in front of the loveseat, kissed his balls, penis, up his belly, chest, throat, and Cord's soft, moist lips.
The principal was pleased to discover that Cord was not an especially accomplished kisser. At least there was something the boy could learn at Hulstlander.
When he broke the kiss, Graaf helped Cord stand up. The teen looked at the other four naked guys. "I think I'm going to like it here. Do you have an admissions packet to give me, or have I already gotten it," he joked.
"Leave yours and your father's contact information with Melik sometime today, and the admissions office will be in contact with you. It will all be a formality, I can assure you that, Mister Washington," the principal reassured him.
Principal Graaf guided the group towards the door so they could all make their way to the football stadium, where Graaf would welcome all the boys who were gathering to start the day. Bunny had hoped to meet some of the coaches ahead of time, but somehow he got distracted. Graaf assured him there would be time for introductions.
Cord was walking snuggled into vice-principal Davis. "I really enjoyed meeting you both this morning. Can we start every day like that?"
Mister Davis laughed. "I'm afraid not, Cord. During the school year, we're both very busy in the mornings. Besides, we have a rule that faculty and administrators can't be intimate with a particular student more than once a week, lest there be the appearance of possible favoritism.
"Principal Graaf and I both like to spend time with every student at least once per year. That means we have to average at least four students per day. That keeps us busy, but there's usually time for one more," the vice-principal explained as his middle finger teased Cord's anus as they walked.
"Oh," Cord sounded disappointed. "So, you both fuck four times a day?"
Principal Graaf jumped in. "Sometimes we fuck. Sometimes we get fucked. Some students just want some cuddle time with some nice kissing. A few are happy with a quiet conversation. Nobody is pressured into doing something they're not comfortable with."
Cord smiled. "I'm always comfortable getting fucked."
"That's good to know," said Mister Davis laughing. "I'll definitely write a memo about that to your permanent file."