Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2024 21:04:58 -0500
From: Sleazy <sleazeandgrease@gmail.com>
Subject: Rex Dixon part 6

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Rex Dixon Part 6: Toby And School


When Toby Dixon was told by Mr. Black, the PE teacher and wrestling coach,
to meet him in his office after morning announcements, he took the liberty
of stripping in the boy's locker room and jogging briskly across the gym to
his office. Both of them liked the excitement of it, and Toby loved how his
massive junk flopped as he strode his equally massive body across the gym
floor. The two had been fucking for quite a while, and Toby had found out
that Mr. Black had been friends with his dad way back when.


But when he busted in the office door and Mr. Black was at his desk and not
naked, stroking his cock, Toby knew something was up. He flopped his bare
ass down in a chair he had previously sat in to suck dick and spread his
legs.


Mr. Black was a butch looking dude with a low cut, square jaw, plenty of
muscle, and a generally douchey air to him. In reality, he was a fun loving
guy who was just self confident, and rightly so. He looked great for 38.


"Well shit, what's up?" Toby said, throwing his legs over the side and
letting his hefty cock and nuts droop onto the seat.


Mr. Black shook his head. "It's not good, Toby."


"What's not good, Mr. Black?!" Toby said, cocking a grin and resting his
arms behind his head to show off his hairy, sweaty pits. He could never
take shit serious.


"Your role as a student! You're 18 years old, a freshman, truant every
year, and not currently passing any classes other than mine!" Mr. Black
barked.


Toby chuckled. "Well yeah, you fuck me. Of course I'm passing."


Mr. Black sighed and leaned back in his chair, sitting quietly for a moment
before looking at the redneck musclestud across the desk. "Toby, they're
gonna kick you out."


That made Toby sit up. "What?!" He was never an attentive student by any
stretch of the imagination, and had basically went to school when he felt
like it since he was 12, but he liked having the option to go. School was a
great place to make plans with buddies or flirt and pick up some teen
puss. And on top of it, he liked fucking Mr. Black during school the
most. He didn't want to lose that.


"I don't think there's much you can do. We talked about it in a staff
meeting and you're probably going to be informed some time day," Mr. Black
said somewhat solemnly. "Now, I wasn't expecting you to ever graduate, but
I was hoping you would drop out before they kicked you out."


Toby laughed again, shifting in his seat and folding his wide arms across
his body. "Now why would I do that? Too many good fucks in this building."


That did make Mr. Black laugh a little. "Shit, I hear ya."


"We still gonna fuck when they kick me out?" Toby asked, adjusting his
hair, then his overgrown cock.


Mr. Black grinned. "Well fuck yeah, boy! You're welcome at my place any
time. Ask your daddy about having me over, too."


Toby beamed with a grin. "Well alright! Say, Mr. Black, you wanna quick one
before they kick me outta this bitch?"


Mr. Black licked his lips and immediately stood up to undo his belt and
pants. "What do you think, Dixon?"


But Toby had an ulterior motive. When Mr. Black started huffing and
grunting, barking out a "TAKE IT, SLUT!", Toby made damn sure that the load
shot from Mr. Black's fat nuts wasn't down his throat like usual, but all
across his face. All across it. Toby was glazed from his hairline to his
chin in semen, thick, stringy, pearly white globs of it. He gasped and
laughed a little, grinning as he felt jizz slide down his face.


"God damn, boy!" Mr. Black barked. "You look a fuckin' mess!" Then he
smiled. "Sure looks fuckin' good though."


But what Mr. Black didn't know as Toby rubbed his fat, uncut cockhead all
over his face, smearing in his seed, was that Toby wasn't wiping any of it
off. He was throwing his clothes back on in the locker room and walking
down the hall to the office, because it was about time for bells to
ring. If he was getting kicked out of school, it was for parading a face
soaked in nut down the hall, not for failing English 1 three times.


Well a few gasps, guffaws, and pointing at's later, Toby was being all but
shoved down into a chair with a goofy grin across from the
principal. Mr. Barr was a portly, somewhat buff but mostly fat 45 year old
man with ginger hair and a face as stocky and harsh as his body. He was
wearing a tight button up that stretched over a ballgut under a pair of
pants and suspenders, as well as dress shoes that were currently tapping
the floor as he sat forward in his seat, fists over mouth, staring at the
cum glazed jock.


"What the hell is wrong with you, Dixon?" Mr. Barr grunted out after
silence only filled by Toby's self satisfied grin. "You got somethin' loose
upstairs?"


"Hell no, sir," Toby drawled back. "I'm just a horny teenage boy. Can't
fault me for that."


"You ain't no fuckin' boy, son!" Mr. Barr barked, leaning forward in his
chair and putting his thick arms on the desk. "You're a god damn man!
You're 18 years old, a freshman, and you look more grown than most college
guys! You're a man among kids!"


Toby's grin went to a smirk, and he chuffed. "Well shit, sir, thanks for
saying that."


Mr. Barr sighed into a growl of exasperation, leaning back in his chair and
crossing his arms over his broad chest. "I'm guessing you know you're on
your way out."


Then Toby sighed too. "Yup. Ain't really fair but what can you do."


Mr. Barr shook his head. "Dixon, you aren't ever gonna be a good student,
much less passin'. What ain't fair is you takin' up resources we could use
on students who have a chance."


Toby rolled his eyes and looked to the side, his massive frame filling the
chair. He raised his arm and wiped a smear of cum off his face, chuckling
as he looked at his arm and noticed it. It was quiet in the room for a
second until Mr. Barr cut the air by clearing his throat.


"So... How'd you get so big, Dixon?" he asked, squinting his brow and
looking into Toby's eyes.


Toby smirked again. "Well I've been working out with my dad since I was a
kid. And he got me started on some fuckin' steroids and I've been shooting
up ever since!"


Mr. Barr's eyes widened for a second before falling back into that
squint. "Steroids?"


Toby's grin widened. "Hell yeah steroids! I wanna be huge, man!"


The redneck flexed and grunted, gazing at his bicep and eyefucking it. He
knew he was a stud and he'd show off for any reason.


"Well, I'd say it's working son," Mr. Barr said lowly.


Toby about shot his head over when he said that. Toby wasn't smart in about
any sense, but one thing he could do is tell when someone wanted to
fuck. He could pick it up before they even laid it down, and the musclestud
was feeling something be laid down.


"Oh yeah?" Toby said, his eyes narrowing a bit.


Mr. Barr nodded. "Oh yeah."


Toby chuckled. Then he really started flexing and posing, hitting angles so
that his principal could see all the different sides of his muscled
body. It took about 10 seconds before he was fully into it, standing up and
grunting with each change.


"Fuck... Listen, Toby," Mr. Barr said, adjusting his tie.


"What, Mr. Barr? You think I'm sexy?"


"Yes, Dixon, and we're not kicking you out."


Toby's grin couldn't have got any wider. He must've just won his spot back
in school by showing off some muscle. He was such a fucking stud.


"Listen, Dixon," Mr. Barr said, putting his arms back up on the desk and
his fists under his chin. "I know damn good and well what you and Mr. Black
do in his office. And behind the bleachers. And in the locker room."


Toby grinned with pride.


"I also know," Mr. Barr continued, "about Ms. Taylor, Mrs. Turner,
Mrs. Flanagan..." He paused. "So on and so forth."


That made Toby laugh and put his hands behind his head, leaning back in the
chair and letting his legs push forward and out. He was the fucking man.


"What I'm proposin' is that you drop out..." Mr. Barr sighed. "So that if
you do decide to get your high school degree later, it won't be as hard-"


"Not a problem, don't need it," Toby interrupted.


Mr. Barr sighed with real exasperation this time. "And you apply to be a
custodian. We can schedule you real workin' hours if you want, I don't
care."


Then the portly ginger principal sat up and forward. "But your real job
will be satisfying the staff of this school. Specifically the men."


Toby couldn't have smiled wider. "Ah, so Mr. Black told you about how good
I take cock and now you're jealous?"


Mr. Black chuckled. "I wouldn't say I'm jealous." He leaned back. "But I
want a slice of that pie."


"Well... shit," Toby said, looking around and feigning decision before
looking back to his principal. "There's too much good teen hole to pass up
on to say no to that!"


Needless to say, Toby Dixon did not go home early that day after being
kicked out. Instead, he got home at 8PM drenched and filled with more jizz
than he had in a while with a sore, gaped ass. One principal, four coaches,
and ten teachers did not go down easily.


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Quick little fun one centered on Toby! Hope you enjoyed!


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