Horny Teachers Ch. 02

Arnold reached over and rubbed Hawthorn's hairy, wet chest. As he lay there in his afterglow, Hawthorn moaned, speaking from within the jock pouch: "What have I done, what have I done?"

"You just gave up your cherry, Coach. Your ass belongs to me."

He looked up. "You took advantage of me."

"Took advantage? You showed up so many times in the locker room when I was showering that you were either the most conscientious towel manager I ever heard of--or you wanted to look at my cock."

Hawthorn's voice was strained. "That cock--that big cock--you--overpowered me."

"Hey, I'm an 18-year-old kid. Did I knock you down onto this floor? Did I spread your legs?"

"YES! You're the devil! You hypnotized me! You forced me! Against my will!"

Arnold reached down and stroked himself, bringing him back to erection, and Hawthorn stared, horrified. "Get over here, Coachie, and suck me hard again." He paused, glaring at the big man. "Then if you want me to fuck that tired ass of yours, you can beg me for it."

Hawthorn sat up. "I can't--resist--that big cock!" He yanked aside the jock-pouch and glommed onto Arnold's cock like to save his life. Damn, he really is a natural-born cocksucker!

"Look up at me, man. Open your eyes." Hawthorn looked up. "You are a fucking cocksucker! Always have been. Haven't you?" Hawthorn closed his eyes in shame. Still sucking Arnold's cock, he nodded his head. "That's good enough, cocksucker. You want to get fucked again?"

"No!"

"What?"

"YES! Yes, I do! I can't fight you! That cock--that huge cock! I'm possessed with your devil!" He looked up at Gilliam. "Yes, Arnold, I want you to fuck me! Up my ass! Jam that thing all the way up my guts! Make me a bitch! Treat me like shit!!"

With such a polite invitation, what could he do? Arnold took the man again, that time face-to-face, Hawthorn's spread legs up in the air, soles of his feet at the ceiling--the posture of total male submission. As Arnold sank into his trained and loosened ass, Hawthorn actually pulled the jockstrap pouch back over his mouth and nose. He loved to smell his new master's cock and balls.

When Arnold was finished, he pointed to the mess of jizz over the coach's belly. "You're such a slut, Coachie, you cum every time a man has his way with you."

Arnold got up, dried himself on Hawthorn's towel and threw it back at him. "This isn't the end, you know. I'm a senior, so I'm going away to college, but until then you're my cum-slut. I'll take that nice, tight asshole whenever I want it."

Hawthorn sat up and held his head in his hands. "You're right, Satan. You broke me. I'm your bitch."

Arnold spoke more softly. "You want to give back my jockstrap?"

Hawthorn's voice was even softer. "No. Please. Let me keep it. I want to wear it--whenever I can. A symbol I belong to you."

I simply could not believe my own ears. A big bull-male had just surrendered his manhood to the school nerd. I was so horny I couldn't stop jacking off. My cock had come out of my pants long ago, and Hawthorn's final surrender brought me to the point of no return.

I noticed that when Hawthorn got dressed, he put on the red jockstrap.

Coach Hawthorn to me, though, was just a horny story. He was Arnold's piece, and for me, Arnold was less of a turn-on than a sort of scary acquaintance. May I never be on that kid's bad side. When he wanted to fuck me, I let him, half out of enjoyment but half out of fear.

So in spite of the great relief from the sexual Sahara desert when I first got to Thrushmore, I was beginning to get a bit bored. I mean, I got sex. Plenty, really. But just two students, Prandon and Arnold, and one teacher, Cadze (when I could talk him into topping me or when Prandon made him join in the double-fuck of me). I was tired of hamburgers; I wanted a Big Mac (but those wouldn't be invented until 1968). I started planning a trip back to Los Angeles for a little "variety."

After school that day, I had an appointment with a parent. It didn't look good. Jim Barkett's father. Yep, the quarterback who had been sucking both Prandon's and Arnold Gwilliam's cocks. He got a C grade in my class, and apparently his old man was "displeased." I love it. The kid gets a bad English grade, and the parent stomps in: "I ain't understandin' why my son ain't doin' shit in yer goddamn English class!"

I pulled open the bottom drawer of my desk. Bottle of Jim Beam. No glass--I had to make concessions to secondary education (teachers were supposed to be one notch under angels)--I drank a good slug from the bottle.

A few minutes later I heard a knock at my classroom door. "Mr. Barkett, what can I do for you?" To cut short the handshake, invitation to sit, etc., he pulled his chair closer to my desk. "It's about my son Jim."

I nodded my head. Duh. What a surprise. Barkett's old man was a big guy. Face like a prize-fighter--pug nose, lantern jaw, heavy brows. His hair was thinning; I figured him about 55. He was dressed up in suit and tie, but I guessed him to be a construction worker, truck driver, something like that.

"Jim got a straight-A average everywhere 'cept in your class."

"Well, unfortunately, Mr. Barkett, his test scores don't rate an A."

His voice was low and slow. "He told me you saw him sucking Prandon's cock, and you didn't do nothing."

I blinked. "Whaaaat?" Damn, the Barkett household is pretty liberal if the kid talks about stuff like that!

In a flash, he stood up, reached out, and grabbed my arms. As I tried to stand, he twisted my arms, forcing me down, out of my chair, bending me over in front of him, and with a final yank, he forced me to my knees. I snarled, "What do you think you're doing??"

"It's what you think that I want to know!" He let go of my arms, and quickly undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles. I gulped. I was looking at a big bulge in--a jockstrap!

Jesus Christ, I'm haunted by jockstraps today!! At least it was white. Bike.

"Yeah, Mr. Canfield, you like my jockstrap? We know you like watchin' cocksucking. Maybe you wanna do it. I'm hung, Canfield. Take a look! You wanna suck my cock?"

He yanked down the jockstrap, and out sprang one motherfucker of a cock. Biggest one yet. Damn, this town is really turning into a cockfest. Had to be 10 inches long. Fuck! Thick as my wrist! The huge circumcised organ had a weird upper curve at the end. Reminded me of a crowbar. Son of a bitch, what a cock!

It grew harder and longer, and he stared down at me--proud, lustful, domineering. When his cock was fully hard and stuck out straight from his waist, I noticed beside him on the desk a stack of student essays. His cock was longer than the sheets of paper! Damn, those papers are 8½ x 11. His cock is over 11 inches long! Son of a fucking bitch!!

He grabbed my head and brought the huge dong an inch from my lips. "There you go, Teach. Show me how much you wanna suck my cock."

If he were on the verge of complaining about me to the school administration, I had to obey him--but on top of that, I was dying to suck that big monster. I opened my mouth. Wide. Then wider than I thought possible! My jaw hurt.

A deep-throat couldn't work--the strange up-curve at the end wouldn't shove down my throat, so I did my best to buzz-saw his cockhead with my tongue, filling the room with slurping sounds. I started to rub my own cock through my pants, but when he saw that he slapped me. "Pay attention, queer. Ain't ever'body gets to enjoy a cock like mine. After you swallow my first load, I'm gonna fuck that tight ass of yours, and then you can rub your little dick all you want."

What? He's going to fuck me?? Wow, this guy is solid gold!

He kept grunting, "When I'm finished with you, fag, you ain't never gonna think about a woman again! You'll belong to me! I'll turn you into the little queer you know you are."

Hate to disappoint you, man, but you're about 25 years too late for that.

He pushed me away for a second and shucked the jockstrap down his legs and off. Then I glommed back onto that big cock and showed him what I could do: I jacked the big shaft with both hands while I hummed and tongued his cockhead. And after a couple of minutes of professional cocksucking, it worked:

"Okay, queer--get ready--to swallow--big load!"

He'd been giving me short thrusts, but he stood still for a second, and the first blast filled my mouth. I gulped as he shot more and more. Damn, his semen was powerful stuff. Strong. Salty. Not watery but thick, like slimy toothpaste. Fuck, what a stud!

"Good boy," he murmured. "You'll come to know that taste. From now on you'll get a regular dose."

Wow, he wants to be a regular? This is perfect!

He'd just cummed, but the big cock didn't get soft; I was impressed. As I knelt under his cock and licked and slurped at his big, hairy nuts, the big rod swayed and bounced against my cheeks and forehead. A big drop of jizz at the very tip smeared over my forehead.

Then he did it: the Arnold Move! He pulled his jockstrap over my head, positioning the pouch over my mouth and nose! What is this, the town's official technique? Suddenly with every breath I took, I was inhaling the man's scent. His balls, his crotch, his sweat, his MALENESS!

He pushed me away and began taking off his shirt and kicking off his shoes, but I was too intoxicated to move. Breathing his sex-gas, I could do nothing but stare as he took off his pants.

His belly was chiseled and lean, his legs hard and well developed. Wide shoulders. Big hairy chest. Second--naked--muscle-man today--hope he--fuck me. I couldn't even think straight!

"Okay, queer teacher, strip!"

I pulled loose my tie and opened my shirt. Pulled down my pants. Hope--nobody--in school. His big cock bobbed and swayed above me. I'm--lucky-- thought Thrushmore--boring--now he--fuck me. I could hardly breathe. Every time I inhaled I got suffocating fumes of man-crotch and just a little oxygen. I'd never been so fuck-drunk.

"You little fag, you got a hardon for me! You really like this shit! Hurry up, you little queer. I'll spread your pussy and make you my bitch. Get on your hands and knees!"

I assumed the position--Yes--god--yes!--but suddenly the animal, survival part of my brain kicked in: cock--that size--crowbar hook--kill me. I yelped, "Lube! Bottom drawer!"

"Well, I'll be a son of a bitch! You queers really travel ready, don't you?" I heard the drawer open. I heard the Vaseline jar open.

His thumb touched my asshole and started to grease me. "You like that, do you, fag? Can't hide your lust, bitch? I'm gonna own that pussy."

With my last flicker of conscious thought, I knew I had to stop breathing his testicle-scent. I yanked the jockstrap pouch away from my mouth and breathed deeply. Yes! I'm still human!

But I was far, far along the arousal trail. I wanted to get to the main act. I crouched there, moaning, already his slave. Oh, you dumb fucker, you're preaching to the choir! You're trying to flip a pancake that got flipped a long time ago!

Finally his bottle-thick cock touched my ass. Yes! I dared to speak: "Yeah! Hurry! Shove it in!"

"Hungry for my big cock, are you, queer?" But he only teased my eager hole with light touches. Again and again, just nudges. He slapped my ass hard. "Tell me you want it. Say it!"

"Do it! Fuck me! I want every inch of that huge cock up my ass!"

He swatted my ass hard again. "It's not an ass, it's a pussy. Now say it right!"

"Okay, okay, it's my pussy! Please ram that big cock up my pussy!" Stupid bastard, you're playing vocabulary games?

"That's a good little fag. You gonna to be a little cock-loving queer who needs my hard cock all day and all night."

You big, dumb bastard. You'ree playing exactly into my hands by sticking that big cock up my ass. And it's my ass, motherfucker!

Just then, with a Yipe!--damn, he is big! His cockhead pushed past my rectum. I have (ahem!) been fucked before, so most cocks give me just a little blip of pain, but Barkett's crowbar, that size and that weird hook, felt like I'd just sat on a cactus. Yeowch! He slid in a good length, about what I got from Cadze or Prandon, but I knew he had even more to go. God, what a find he is!

He paused, letting me adjust. He's not straight. He's done this before.

Damn, he was thick. My asshole was so stretched, I could feel the big dick throbbing. Soon the pain faded, and, god, it felt good. It did take the breath out of me, though. Fuck, what a cock! Gradually he sank it in as deep as it could go, and I was stuffed.

After a minute he started stroking in and out, and it felt perfect. Fabulous. There's nothing like a big stud using my ass to please himself. The dumb fucker pleases me, too, whether he wants to or not.

Then he started fucking with a technique I'd never experienced--he pulled the monster all the way out on every stroke, blasting out through my asshole, then blasting in again. At first it hurt like hell, forcing me to ride over that big cockhead again and again, but gradually the pains blended into the pleasure until it was an incredible turn-on, and I went crazy!

Each stroke sank deep into my guts, giving me that wonderful full-feeling, then he pulled out, flaring my asshole open once coming out and again going back in. It felt so good. Damn, I was so delirious, I was his fuck-slave! I never wanted him to stop. Shit, he was right! I'm going to need that big cock all day and all night! I found myself wanting to please the man. He thrilled me as he held my hips tight, thrusting, lunging, overpowering me. I loved it.

And it dawned on me he was only on one knee. His other foot was flat on the floor beside me. Fuck, what a stud. Always ready for combat. Won't even kneel to fuck me.

And he wasn't through! He pulled his cock out and flipped me over onto my back. Then he got between my legs, lifted them, and mounted me again. He looked so horny, so masculine, so seductive, I raised my feet to the sky in surrender.

I love to look at a man's face during intercourse. I can see the real animal, and I love to be his piece of meat as the huge cock thrusts inside me. He slid it in deep. Ohhh, yeahhh! It felt so good.

With his cock sheathed in me, he smiled, and I felt like his lover. I hoped he was telling the truth about making me his bitch. He lowered himself onto me, my ankles over his shoulders. "Good--little bitch--wrap--arms around me-- gonna blow--another load--work your--pussy for me!"

He held my legs as he pumped deep into my ass, and The Feeling started. Oh, yes! I held him tighter, licking the sweat off his neck, sucking his Adam's apple. Then he noticed I'd pulled the jockstrap off my face, and he reached down and pulled it over my mouth and nose again.

Breathing his scent again was too much! The slowly growing climax blasted into a motherfucker of an orgasm! Blinded by the sheer maleness of the bastard, I let out a loud, long, hoarse scream, completely, insanely, abso-fucking-lutely out of my mind!

Never felt so great to be a slave, a pure fuck-tunnel for the magnificent man! My electrocuted asshole clenched around his cock in lightning grabs as I thrilled, shivering in ecstasy so fucking intense, the shots of cum from my dick, splattering over my belly and chest, were minor events! The fiery, atomic bomb blast or pleasure came from my ass--No, he's right!--from my man-pussy!

I went insane! Panting through the jockstrap, I saw crazy visions! Fiery jockstraps crisscrossed my mind--I didn't know what was real and what wasn't--a red jockstrap in the shape of a cock thrust up my ass--the biggest, most mind-blowing fuck of my life!

I submitted everything about me to him. Opened my legs wider. His slave. Anything he wanted to do to me! And, god, he hasn't even cummed yet! He gloated above me. "Oh, yeah--bitch--like my cock--makes you cum!"

I clamped my asshole tight around his cock, and he groaned, and after about 10 or 20 more strokes his cock jerked, and hot juice filled my ass. Yes! He's breeding me! YES!! He shook me violently and squeezed me hard until finally the jerking in his cock subsided and he quit pushing so deep.

His cock felt so, SO good inside me. God, I loved the feeling of being full, used, his servant. As he pulled out, I felt lost. Empty--although cum poured out of my ass. He looked down at my own cum on my belly and smiled at his handiwork. He scooped up my cum, and I licked my cold sperm off his fingers. I would do anything he wanted because anything he wanted was always pleasure for me.

"And Jim gets an A, right?"

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah. Change it tomorrow. He gets an A."

Mr. Barkett put on his clothes and left my classroom. So that's how kids get grades around here. Jim Barkett got an A for the long, motherfucking afterglow his father gave me.

Thrushmore is turning out to be the horniest place I've ever been. Fuck!

--to be continued.