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
Tianbao "Bunny" Tarnow walked down the wide corridor toward the physical education wing at the Upper School of Hulstlander Academy for Boys accompanied by his friend Tim Swann, his new friend Cordell Washington, whom he had met just this morning, vice-principal Robert Davis, and principal Jacob Graaf.
Sounds of boys' laughter and conversations echoed throughout the wing. Tim was a little trepidatious about returning for his second year at the Upper School and meeting new students and faculty. Cord was bewildered by his first visit to the school in which he was soon to be enrolled if his parents agreed to it. Bunny was eager to meet several hundred new friends. It didn't even cross his mind that there might be an awkward situation, or that he might fail to charm someone.
None of the group was concerned that they were completely naked, save for Cord's Xero running shoes. Everyone would be naked today since that's the way Hulstlander conducts its physical education classes and programs.
Several boys ran passed Bunny's group, some dressed, most already nude, eager to get out to the football stadium for the opening of the fall preseason tryouts and practices.
Bunny entered the Graaf Commons and Shower Garden, a five-story-high glass-domed dodecagonal atrium that connects the gymnasium, natatorium, and fitness center. There are also several sets of doors leading out to the outdoor practice fields and football stadium.
Bunny couldn't help but look around the bright and airy hall with its ramps, balconies, stairs, escalators, and glass elevators connecting the buildings on various levels in the large atrium. In the center sat the garden of trees, flowers, and greenery where a four-story waterfall divided over and over until it became three dozen small stone basins running over with trickles of one-hundred-two-degree water under which a boy or two, or three could shower. Some of the basins ran into shallow stone troughs in which a person could lie in a few inches of water to soak and take a bath. It was more likely that a boy would lie in a trough and be lovingly washed by his friends.
The atrium was loud with laughter, shouts, yelled greetings, and lively conversations. There were a few dozen boys taking showers, usually in pairs or small groups, chatting and casually washing each other. A few groups were hugging and kissing to renew their friendships.
But there were about two hundred other boys making their way excitedly through the atrium in all directions on their way to the football stadium. Those that hadn't arrived naked were discarding their clothing, keys, bags, and wallets in a growing pile near a large row of overflowing cubbies outside the shower garden area.
Cord looked around and shook his head at the pile. "They just leave their wallets and keys in a big pile like that," he wondered in a loud voice to be heard over the din. "Aren't they afraid someone is going to take their stuff?"
Principal Graff laughed. "Oh, gosh. We tell these kids over and over to remember where they put their belongings, but it happens all the time that things end up in the wrong hands.
"The boys don't pay attention to whose wallet or keys they pick up, then they have to spend time trying to figure out who has their things, and how to return the things they have. Sometimes it makes for the start of a new friendship when a boy has to go to someone else's house to deliver their wallet or clothes, or whatever."
Cord tried not to show the frustration in his voice. "No, I mean, aren't people scared that someone is going to take their money, credit cards, phone, or something when they're not looking? You know, like rip them off?"
The principal looked at the fifteen-year-old with a complete lack of understanding. "Why would someone take something that doesn't belong to them? I've never heard of such a thing. That would be dishonorable, wouldn't it?"
Cord and the principal just looked at each other. Both were realizing that they come from two completely different experiences. Graaf decided that perhaps Bunny was correct that Hulstlander needs to be more proactively inclusive in its student body and faculty.
Cord gave into the zeitgeist of the day, taking off his shoes and throwing them on the pile. He was sure he would never see them again, and he began to construct a speech to give his father about how he lost his shoes and would come up with the money to buy new ones.
Vice-principal Davis bade the boys goodbye, for now, saying he had to talk to a few people before opening remarks in ten minutes. Principal Graaf said that he, too, had to get going, but verified that Tim would guide his friends to where they need to be.
Graaf walked through the shower garden, greeting every boy by name. He patted butts and gave brief kisses as he made his way through, happy to see each and every one of his boys. There were a few fathers and staff members in the showers too. They were also all known to the principal and greeted with even more enthusiasm than the kids.
A couple of the fathers were former Hulstlander classmates of Jacob Graaf. It dawned on the principal that this year would mark the twentieth anniversary of his graduation from the Upper School. The thought should have made him feel his age. He discovered that being surrounded by eight hundred teenage boys can have two effects on a man: it can make you old before your time, or it can keep you young and vibrant. Luckily Jacob experienced the latter effect.
He was moved in ineffable ways that these boys had genuine affection for him and respected his efforts to help build them into the best versions of themselves, even when the boys couldn't imagine what that would be.
He immersed himself in the touches he felt all over his body, from pats on his butt, tugs on his penis, hands rubbing his chest and back, and lips that were seeking out his own. He sensed that these guys wanted to feel connected to him and were using physical touch to express that. His heart filled with love for his Hussies.
Both Cord and Bunny were looking at the scene and were surprised and pleased with how affectionate he was with everyone. They were sure it wouldn't take long to become accustomed to being part of such a loving community.
"Do you guys want a quick rinse before we head outside," Tim asked.
"I'm fine," Bunny answered. "What about you, Cord? You got anything leaking from your butt that you need to rinse away. Like, my cum, maybe," he joked as he rubbed his friend's glutes.
"Haha. I don't leak," Cord retorted. "Nothing goes into or comes out of my butt unless I want it to."
"Good for you," Bunny praised his friend. For some reason, he felt compelled to give his new classmate a kiss on the lips. It didn't last long, but it was enough to help reassure Cord that he belonged here.
Tim greeted a few guys as they went outside, but mostly stuck with his two newbies.
The trio took a moment to look around at the vast outdoor facilities spread over more than a hundred acres of the campus. They stood about two-thirds up the incline into which the gymnasium was built. The football-rugby-soccer stadium to their left had its bowl follow the contours of the slope, with the larger stands which could seat about fifteen hundred people and the press box sitting on the hill. A smaller grandstand for about five hundred spectators was freestanding on the other side. There were two enormous video screens outside either endzone.
Beyond the football stadium were four baseball fields, one of which had bleachers for a couple hundred people as well as a maintenance and restroom building. Further down the incline on a terrace were more practice fields for rugby, soccer, and football. There were also field hockey and lacrosse fields with small bleachers and their own restrooms and maintenance or equipment buildings.
Behind them, on the crest of the hill, were eight tennis courts and four handball courts. Beyond those were practice areas for other track and field specialties such as javelin, shot put, hammer throw, et cetera. There was also an outdoor archery range.
At the very bottom of the hill, at the edge of the school's property, was Parker's Pond. The school had dug a narrow extension to the pond, joining it to a much smaller one slightly upstream so that it could be used for fifteen hundred meter rowing practice without having to transport boys and boats to larger bodies of water where actual competitions are held.
Previous students renamed it Penis Pond because of the larger round pond on the south end, the straight "shaft," and the smaller round pond at the "head." The name stuck, and it is referred to as such even in the yearbook and student newspaper.
"Come on, guys. Let's find someplace to sit," Tim encouraged Bunny and Cord. They walked into the larger grandstand. Bunny was ecstatic to see about six hundred naked boys enjoying themselves. Some small groups were chanting back and forth.
They made their way through the crowds, nodding to and greeting unknown boys, young men, and a few fathers. Bunny spotted Rico Barbosa, one of the orchestra guys he and his dad met yesterday in the shower garden as five students were taking turns fucking Maestro Josue Otero Ponce as their reward for helping the new music teacher move and inventory the school's instruments.
At Rico's father's insistence, the five boys spent the night with the thirty-two-year-old Maestro and his three husbands. Rico saw Bunny and gave him an enthusiastic wave. They gestured to each other that they would get together later. Bunny was eager to find out if the boys finally allowed Maestro to cum. He got hard remembering that pierced prong throbbing angrily, trying to cum while Maestro willed himself to follow the boys' instructions to refrain from cumming even as he was double penetrated.
The trio found an open spot on a bench and squeezed in. They were sitting hip to hip with Bunny on the left, Tim on the right, and Cord sandwiched in the middle. Tim and Bunny put their arms around Cord without thinking. Cord looked at both of them, showing his appreciation for the gesture.
Bunny and Tim greeted the other boys they were squished up against but were interrupted by the sound of Jacob Graaf calling for attention from the track where he and twenty other physical education staff were standing, all naked and enthusiastic to get started.
"Good morning, gentlemen!" Graaf cheered his students, who yelled and clapped in return. The two large video screens lit up at either endzone. Jacob Graaf looked almost hotter on video than he does in real life. The shots alternated between tight headshots, knee-to-head shots, and wider views of more of the coaches and administrators.
The cameras would occasionally scan the crowd of students, but didn't focus on anyone in particular.
"I am thrilled to welcome you back to another year of adventure, discovery, and growth at the Upper School," the principal declaimed as he walked along the track with a handheld microphone. A student audio-visual club member followed him with a steady-cam. "I am even more thrilled that there appear to be a record number of boys here this year. You know that we encourage all of you to strive to be your best intellectually, socially, and physically.
"Whether you participate in varsity sports, intramural, club sports, or simply find a fitness routine that works for you, we want all of you to strengthen your bodies in a way that you enjoy, and that you can carry with you after you leave Hulstlander, which, of course, I have never done," Graaf joked. The boys and staff all laughed along.
"Now, please stand and join in the Pledge of Allegiance, followed by the Hulstlander Hymn. Today we will be lead by assistant wrestling coach Marcus Robinson. Coach Robinson!" Graaf handed over the microphone.
With his newfound heightened vision, Bunny could tell that Marcus had showered and freshened up. He didn't need to look at the chest-up shot of Marcus on the video screens. He looked especially handsome with the morning sun reflecting off his dark skin. Bunny and Cord glanced over at Tim, who was unconsciously caressing his engagement ring as he stared lovingly at his fiancι.
Marcus began the pledge, which all the students appeared to participate in. Then he hummed a perfectly-tuned G and began to sing.
The boys joined in immediately. There were about one hundred fifty new kids in the stands who didn't know the hymn. It was a familiar-sounding hymn tune, but Bunny couldn't place it. All the newbies stood agape as more than four hundred boys and men sang in full-voiced four-part harmony.
They finished the first verse and chorus, then sang the second verse splitting into two four-part groups, singing antiphonally. Then they completed the last chorus with an additional descant and coda:
We all strive to be transformed
Into loving men
With mind and body, we are sworn
To this loving end.
Hail, Hulstlander, Hail!
Hail, Hulstlander, Hail!
We sing for our beloved school
Hail, Hulstlander, Hail
Hail! Hail! Hail!
It sounded like the largest professional male chorus in the world, as far as Bunny was concerned. Many of his fellow newcomers seemed to be moved and covered in gooseflesh at the passionate and stirring hymn.
When the hymn ended, everyone stood in silence for several seconds, listening to the G-major chord echo around the hill. Then a deep lone voice called out from the stands, "Fuck yeah!"
Everyone cheered and whooped. Principal Graaf let them demonstrate their loyalty to the school for a couple of minutes before he attempted to speak again. The cameras scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on boys celebrating with each other, often with a deep kiss.
"I know you gentlemen are all excited to be with your friends again, and to make friends with our incoming freshman and transfer students," Graaf announced, refocusing everyone's attention up front.
"So, rather than making you wait for what you're all looking forward to, we are going to do something a little different this year: I want all upperclassmen to seek out a freshman or new student and introduce yourself to him. Make sure it is someone you don't already know. No younger brothers or neighbors. Go ahead and do that now. I will give you a few minutes," Principal Graaf instructed.
Boys began to mill around. Tim decided that he couldn't be with Bunny or Cord since he knows both of them. He bade them good luck and went off to look for another boy without a Hussie partner.
Cordell was greeted by a tall black man with long braids brushing his shoulders. As Bunny was about to walk away, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look down and inch or two into sparking hazel eyes.
"Good morning. Are you new here? I'm Nick Perot," a tentative baritone voice greeted him.
"I am new here," Bunny confirmed. "I'm coming in as a sophomore. I'm Bunny Tarnow. Nice to meet you, Nick. Are you volunteering to be my mentor, or camp buddy, or whatever?"
"Yeah, I guess I am," Nick answered.
"Thank you. I happily accept your kind offer," Bunny replied in his typically charming way, putting his new friend at instant ease.
Nick smiled with relief that the young muscle god on whom he had had his eye did not reject him. Though Nick was an enthusiastic dancer and aerobics participant, he didn't have much muscle mass. His five-foot-ten-inch body weighed one hundred twenty-seven pounds.
Bunny looked with growing appreciation at his lithe new friend. Nick's hairless skin was flawless and looked as if it had been polished. His fingernails were definitely polished with a pearlescent gold coating.
The only hair he had was on his head. It looked like an industrial accident. Though his eyebrows were perfectly shaped and tended, his pate was stick-straight and cut at seemingly random lengths here and there, from an inch to six or seven inches. It stuck out in shocks that were trying to escape from the scene of the disaster.
Bunny gave Nick a little of his story until they were interrupted by the principal's voice coming over the public address system.
"Is there any new student who doesn't have a buddy?"
A few hands went up, and other students made their way to them.
"Ok, so, what we're going to do is this," Graaf continued. "We just sang about being transformed into loving men. You upperclassmen are going to show your new friends how much you've been transformed. You will have ten minutes to bring your partners to orgasm in any way the two of you agree upon.
"If you fail in your task, you will be locked out of the napping rooms until the end of September," the principal declared. "Does everyone understand the assignment? I see there are several newbies who have two upperclassmen. That's fine. You can make it a group project if you like.
"I will give you one minute to decide who is going to do what with whom, then you will have ten minutes to complete the assignment. Your time starts in ten, nine, eight, ... ."
Boys began to spread out onto the unused bleachers.
Bunny smiled broadly at Nick as he placed his hands on Nick's slender shoulders. "I'm up for anything at all, Nick. Do you have something you'd like to show me?"
"I, uh, well, I can usually fuck a guy and suck him at the same time," Nick sputtered.
"Deal!" Bunny laughed and sat down on an empty bleacher while he grabbed Nick's slender hips everything about him was slender and sucked his penis to get it fuck-ready.
Nick was only about three slender inches when soft, but Bunny was surprised that he quickly engorged to almost eight inches. He was the growiest grower Bunny had ever seen. His skinny penis also inflated to a respectable girth.
As soon as Bunny felt Nick begin to throb, he lay on his back. "I'm lubed and ready. Do what you do. Just be warned that I cum a lot and for a long time."
Nick was beaming at his good fortune to have such a handsome guy be such a nice guy too. He pulled back the last bit of his foreskin and pressed his pink spongy firmness to Bunny's pretty pink anus.
Bunny opened up and gobbled a shocked Nick into his rectum. Nick quickly recovered and showed a high level of skill at topping. After he set up a good rhythm and verified by observing Bunny's growing erection that he was pleasing his partner, Nick announced with an adorable smile, "But wait! There's more."
He folded himself down and licked Bunny's eleven inches from base to tip. Nick held on to Bunny's ribs as he continued licking. On the third time up, he tasted Bunny's delicious precum and went to work seriously fellating his new friend. He never faltered in delivering a satisfying fuck even as he deep throated the massive prod down to the root.
Bunny had enough control that he could have begun his orgasm any time he wanted. He decided to stretch it out for both their pleasure. He fucked Nick with his preternaturally-talented ass as much as Nick was fucking him with his penis.
The stadium was quiet, save the moans and mutterings of more than six hundred horny teens. Bunny looked around to see hundreds of handjobs being given, as well as a few hundred blowjobs. There appeared to be relatively few fucks being given. Bunny was certain he was alone in being fucked and sucked by the same partner.
Bunny thanked Tuer Shen, the god of homosexual love, for this massive demonstration of male love.
The videos were now focusing on individual couples and trios. Sometimes the forty-seven-by-one-hundred-twelve-foot 8K screens would be filled with just a hand caressing a penis, or a mouth servicing a penis. Bunny hoped that someone was recording the video to use in a montage on school spirit.
Boys began to moan and yell their orgasms as the video screens informed everyone that four minutes were left.
Bunny's cock was supplying Nick with ample amounts of precum, but he was holding off his orgasm.
"Two minutes!" the screen showed and announced. At thirty seconds a countdown clock stayed superimposed over shots of boys still being serviced. From the sounds echoing around the bleachers, most of the boys had already experienced their orgasms.
Nick began to panic at the ten-second mark. Bunny decided to be gracious and allowed his orgasm to build as he realized that he and Nick were now featured on the screens. Everyone seemed to be watching Bunny getting fucked and sucked by this generous seventeen-year-old with terrible hair.
The exhibitionist in him was thrilled at having such a large audience. He couldn't have held off his orgasm if he tried. His chest heaved as he began his customary slow-roll orgasm.
Each large ejaculation came about ten seconds after the previous one. Nick's mouth got too full, so he pulled off Bunny's eleven-inch cum gun, but kept his relentless fuck going.
The next rope of cum went over Bunny's head , with the tail painting his face. "Please keep fucking me, Nick, you beautiful bastard! I'm not done yet," Bunny yelled. It echoed throughout the stadium as the steady-cam got close enough to pick up their voices.
"I can do this all day, Bunny," Nick huffed. Bunny knew that he surely could since he was being invigorated through fucking one of Tuer Shen's chosen ones.
Other hands and mouths connected with Bunny everywhere from his forehead to his balls. Bunny decided to speed up his ejaculations to every six seconds, but they were not decreasing in volume.
Boys came to lick up Bunny's cum, or to try to catch a volley direct from his glorious penis. Then they would be on their way as they savored their blessing, allowing other boys also to be blessed.
Bunny allowed himself to cum ten times per minute for the next five minutes. He fed almost two hundred boys with at least a few drops of his potency. Nick came in him three times as he continued to pound Bunny's rectum, which continued to massage Nick's cock.
Principal Graaf got next to Bunny as Bunny was exiting from his orgasmic delirium. Boys were chanting "cum, cum, cum," so the fifteen-year-old did cum, cum, cum on the principal, splashing his face and chest. The cameras caught the sparkling ejaculate run down Graaf's smiling face, some running into his mouth. More cum ran down the exquisitely cut muscles on his chest and stomach. Much of it ran along the principal's erect penis and dripped off the end, almost as if he were ejaculating Bunny's cum.
The camera tightened on Bunny's cum-and-spit-covered face. He smiled and looked directly into the lens. "Men of Hulstlander Upper School, let it be known that Nicholas Perot is the GOAT of fuckers. Fortunate is the ass occupied by his cock. Fortunate is the cock that occupies his mouth. Thank you, Nick, for being such a loving man."
Bunny lay his head back on the bench and closed his eyes with a blissful smile as the boys all cheered. The camera cut to a stunned Nick Perot as he withdrew his penis from Bunny's ass. Even after three orgasms, his cock thwacked his belly and spattered his cum and Bunny's ass juices all over his twink body.
Nick had never considered himself to be anything special, and, as far as he knew, no-one else did either. Now he was being hailed as the Greatest Of All Time by one of the sexiest of all time boys. His dance card is sure to be filled for the entirety of his senior year.
The cameras panned back to Jacob Graaf. "Well, this has been more successful than I anticipated. Did all of you have a good time, and make a new friend?"
The stadium erupted in whoops and hollers.
"There you go," concluded the principal. "Now that everyone is in a good mood, let's introduce you to the coaches and have you go to your desired activities."
Graaf took a few minutes to introduce all the coaches and to instruct students where to go if they were interested in that sport.
Bunny was trying to decide where he wanted to start. He loved rowing, javelin, running, rugby, and swimming. He also had a hankering to try wrestling. His dad kept warning him that he couldn't do it all, especially if he wanted to add orchestra and choir into the mix.
He had thought that he would be going down to Penis Pond to introduce himself to the Crew coach. But he was pleasantly surprised to learn that Hulstlander is competing in rugby for the first time this year, due to the efforts of vice-principal Robert Davis, who was a professional rugby player until a knee injury sidelined that career.
Bunny had planned to join a club team at the University of South Carolina since he would be eligible because his dad is officially a college employee.
But since rowing and field are spring sports, he decided that he would concentrate on rugby and swimming for now. He knew that Marcus would help him decide if he could or should also take up wrestling.
Tim had found Cord and then spotted Bunny, who told the guys that he planned to head to the rugby field to check it out. Tim and Cord were going to meet the track coaching staff before Tim would head in for diving.
Bunny joined a thin stream of boys heading toward the rugby field. Since rugby is a full-contact sport played with minimal pads, it tends to attract larger guys. But not all. There were a few smaller kids also on their way to the rugby coaching staff. Bunny couldn't help but wince as he pictured one of them carrying the ball and getting tackled by someone twice their weight.
Vice-principal Davis was milling about with six other men on a portable raised platform a foot above the ground. The school was putting substantial resources behind this passion project of Mister Davis. He looked pleased to see about forty-five naked boys gathering in a loose clump on the side of the field.
The group looked pretty well distributed among lower and upperclassmen, as far as Bunny could tell. Most of the kids were on the beefier side. Bunny guessed that a few with well-developed thighs and glutes were experienced players, perhaps props the two outside guys of the three in the front row.
"All right, guys, let's bring it in, and we'll get started in a minute," Robert Davis called. The boys moved into a tight semicircle around the coaches. They were so tight that Bunny had guys pressing against him on both sides and in back.
A guy put his chin on Bunny's left shoulder, and wrapped his arms around Bunny's chest, casually feeling his muscles. "Are you new this year, big boy?"
Bunny tried to turn to greet the guy hugging him, but he was pretty tightly wedged. He turned his head and spoke with his lips almost brushing against his new friend. "Yeah, I'm new. Is it that obvious? My name is Bunny, by the way."
"Bunny, huh? That's cute. You're shy like a new kid. See all that space in front of you," the still-unnamed guy continued in a Bahamian accent. "When we gather in like this, you're considered standoffish if you're not pressed against the people around you. If your dick isn't in someone's crack, you're too far away."
Bunny laughed as he waddled up close to the guy in front of him to hug him as he was being hugged. The guy didn't react to having an anonymous guy's hands on his chest. He didn't even react when Bunny slid his cock up and down a few times until he got it lined up with the guy's crack. The only acknowledgment he gave was that he put his head back a little to rub on Bunny's face.
Bunny breathed in the six-foot-tall guy's short afro and nuzzled into his beautiful dark skin. An appreciative moan escaped from him, causing the guy to twist his head around and smile. The guy behind Bunny stuck out his tongue to lick the lips of the guy in front of him.
They began to kiss. It was only then that Bunny realized that they were identical twins. Big, beefy, beautiful identical twins. They giggled in a medium baritone as they kissed.
"I'm feeling a little useless and unwelcome, I have to admit," Bunny whined.
The twins broke their kiss and began to kiss Bunny's face. "I apologize for excluding you, Bunny." He turned to the brother in front. "R1, this is Bunny. Bunny, this is my older brother Rodney Poindexter. We call Rod `R1' because he popped out first. I, Robin, or Rob Poindexter, am `R2.' We thought it was a good joke because of something we learned in math last year."
Bunny chuckled. "There aren't too many good jokes about Hyperbolic Geometry."
Both R1 and R2 exchanged a look of surprise that Bunny would have gotten their joke. They rewarded him with sloppy kisses. Bunny immensely enjoyed the taste of both their mouths and sucked on each tongue as if he were giving head.
"Your face is delicious," R2 observed. "I wonder whose cum was on your face?"
Bunny smiled. "Most of it was mine. Nick Perot fucked it out of me. But a few guys shot their loads on me when they came to get some of my loads. It was sweet of them to share."
It was only then that the brothers recognized Bunny as being the kid whose cum everyone was clamoring to get as he kept ejaculating during this morning's "beat and greet."
R1 turned his head to talk to the wunderkind behind him. "We were disappointed that we weren't able to get to you before you stopped cumming. We didn't think you'd ever stop cumming. We've never seen so much cum emerge out of one penis like that. We hope to get a fresh batch of our own."
Bunny laughed and told both twins, "Well, if R2 would be kind enough penetrate me, I would gladly penetrate you, R1, and give you some directly from the source. Don't worry, R2, you will share in the blessing as well."
"Blessing?" asked R2.
"Yes, blessing," answered Bunny. "I am a follower of Tuer Shen, the Chinese Rabbit God of homosexual love. He has given me the blessing to cum so much and for so long. I share his blessings with all the men with whom I have sex."
"Well, then," encouraged R2, "Let me dip my wand into the holy anal font here and bless myself. Do you call yourself `Bunny' because of the Rabbit God," he asked as he rubbed his cockhead up and down Bunny's crack seeking the portal of bliss.
"Exactly correct, my friend," Bunny answered as he opened his anus to his new friend. He sucked R2's nine inches into himself and began to work his magic on it. Once he got Robin situated, Bunny slid his wet eleven inches along Rodney's crack and gave gentle pressure as a request for admission. The request was granted.
Bunny slowly slid into R1 and worked his ass and his cock on the brothers. He nibbled R1's ear and whispered a suggestion to him to ask the guy in front if he wanted to start a fuck train. He turned to R2 to make a similar suggestion.
He could feel more guys being added to their joining as vice-principal Davis called for their attention. Bunny asked Tuer Shen to bring the boys together in a subtle way and to bless each boy. They all had a sense of the pleasure being shared among them.
The train quickly grew to about twenty boys by the time Davis introduced head coach Alan Jennings.
Coach Jennings was fifty-two years old but looked forty. He smiled broadly and was at ease displaying his six-foot-two, two-hundred-thirty-pound muscular frame. He seemed either unconcerned or unaware that his shaved penis was standing straight out about eight inches.
His swarthy complexion seemed to amplify his muscles. As he wandered about the platform, Bunny saw the biggest, juiciest, most muscular ass he had ever seen. It made him fuck into R1's ass all the more enthusiastically.
The coach introduced his assistant as well as the forward and back coaches, skills coach, and team trainer. He noted that they were looking for two or three students to help the trainer. "We always need guys to assist in icing sore bodies and kissing boo-boos," he said to much laughter. "If you know of any interested kids, please send them to our trainer, Marshall Johnson, or Marshall's brother Melik, who is the principal's secretary."
Marshall, at twenty-four, was two years younger than his brother but had a very similar runner's build, and the same light African-American skin. Unlike his brother, Marshall had no facial hair, but he did have a short tuft of pubic hair above his three-inch flaccid cock.
Coach asked the boys to raise their hands if they had played organized rugby before. A little fewer than half raised their hands. "As I suspected," Coach Jennings said.
"We'll spend as much time as it takes learning the rules and describing the positions. Know that we are allowed to carry as many boys as we want on our roster, but only twenty-three boys are allowed on the team for any particular fifteens game.
"When we play fifteens, we have a fifteen-man team and forty-minute halves," Jennings explained. "When we're playing sevens, we have seven-man teams with seven-minute halves, we're allowed only five men in reserve per game for the sevens."
Bunny felt his orgasm building and listened as Coach Jennings was getting to a break in his speech. The coach's erection was higher than vertical now. He still showed absolutely no care that he was pacing the platform with his hard thumper on display. He seemed to relish showing off in front of these boys. Bunny could empathize with that. The teen brought his cadre of twenty line-fuckers to their bliss.
Boys began to moan and shudder as they came hard.
The coaches looked at one another and began to laugh. Vice-principal Davis spoke in a loud voice, "Have you twerps been riding a fuck train all the while we've been talking? That's just rude not to invite us to join. You guys know I love to be the caboose."
The guys began to come down from their highs, but most stayed planted inside their buddies. They really didn't have much room to maneuver even if they wanted to separate.
But Bunny kept shooting into Rod's ass, and he kept the Poindexter brothers in the throes of orgasm with him. Both brothers felt the thrill of being fucked by Bunny, and both knew they were somehow connected on another plain by the unseen Rabbit God.
The assistant coach was instructing the boys to break into groups, so they could start assessing skills and knowledge. The large group began to break up except for R2, who was still pumping cum into Bunny, who was still filling R1 to overflowing.
Vice-principal Davis walked over to Bunny and the Poindexters. "Take your time, guys. Join us when you're ready." He knelt before R1 and took his spewing nine inches into his mouth to savor the teen cum as well as the unknown teen ass into which R1 had been pumping just seconds ago.
Bunny brought them in for a soft landing after another minute. The three teens panted their way back to reality and separated. Vice-principal Davis reluctantly relinquished Rod's softening penis.
Bunny turned to Robin. "Thank you for a lovely fuck. I love you." Then he kissed him softly on his very full lips. R2 was surprised at the declaration of love, but he knew it was sincere and not an afterglow emotional eruption. R1 received a similar kiss and loving susurration.
Robert Davis experienced a wash of emotions at witnessing three of his students so perfectly exemplifying what Hulstlander stands for.
The three found the other experienced players as they were being assigned newbies to shadow them. Before going off with their assigned mentees, Bunny bade adieu to the Poindexters. "You know, guys, you should come over to my house and fuck my dad. He will fall in love with you as quickly as I have. Fair warning: he may not let you leave."
The twins looked at each other an exclaimed together in a lilting Bahamian accent, "Aww, that's so sweet."
Rod continued, "We're actually looking for a new host family, so we may not want to leave. Our current hosts have gone back to the Bahamas to assist in hurricane relief. Our parents insisted that we should stay here to continue our education."
Bunny telepathically chatted with his dad, Drew. He kissed both brothers and exclaimed, "Yay! You're moving in with us!"
The twins laughed. R1 said, "Shouldn't you ask your dad first?"
"I already did," Bunny replied matter-of-factly.
The Poindexters shrugged and went off with their rugby students.
Bunny went over to Coach Jennings. "Coach, I want to apologize if our fuck train seemed disrespectful. It wasn't meant to be so. We were all just so excited to be starting rugby here at the Upper School. I love the game! And I got excited watching your erection being so beautifully displayed. I have a feeling you are a bit of an exhibitionist, as am I."
Alan Jennings laughed. "I am happy that you enjoyed my display. I do kind of relish an audience."
"Coach, when our session is finished, maybe the guys would enjoy watching me fuck you. I would represent all the students in showing our gratitude that you decided to relocate from New Jersey to coach us."
Coach Jennings grabbed Bunny by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a hard, domineering kiss. After about a minute of owning the teen's mouth, Jennings pulled off and huffed, "What makes you think I want you to fuck me. Maybe I want to fuck you, little brazen Bunny."
"I'd be happy either way, Coach," Bunny replied, not in the least intimidated by the larger man. "But that ass wasn't designed to be looked at and not touched, was it? Your magnificent ass needs to be fucked. You dominate other men by letting them fuck you, don't you, Coach?
"You want these boys to see how you can do anything you want when a guy has his dick in your ass. You want them to see you make me cum inside you. Only then, will you allow yourself to cum. You're in charge even though I'm on top. Do I have that right?"
The coach growled at Bunny. He said nothing more. His cock was now standing straight up.
"I thought so, Coach," Bunny said with a smile. "See you after practice."