Trapped at the Reunion Ch. 03

"26 out of 50? That's...that's not even a D, right?" Kenji whined. "I failed."

"Okay, for one final fucking time," Andre stood up and placed his hands on Kenji's shoulders, "this isn't actually your test."

"It feels like it is, though," Kenji said. "Maybe this is deja vu or something but I think I got the exact score on this test back then. Yeah...yeah that's right. I remember. I begged Mr. Hicks to raise my grade because otherwise I would fail the class. It was kinda like a stupid porno. I was like 'Please Mr. Hicks, I'll do anything' blah blah..."

"I didn't know that."

"Yeah, and he eventually let me retake it. Without taking advantage of me, of course." Kenji pursed his lips. "But maybe that wouldn't have been so bad--"

"Okay, okay, you thought my dad was hot. I get the point," Andre sighed. He looked around the room. The test was graded -- what now? Were they supposed to drink the suspicious clear liquid? There should be more instructions like the two previous rooms, Andre thought. He rushed to the end of the classroom where the cabinets were, and started opening them one by one.

"What are you doing?" Kenji asked. "Isn't the part where we fuck?"

"Just checking to see if we missed anything." Andre shuffled through the cabinets. All empty, so he moved to the cupboards on the wall. "The last two rooms had more specific stuff, right?"

"Yeah, but those were just stupidly obvious ways of telling us to fuck," Kenji said. "There are these glasses of water. Maybe we should drink them."

"Maybe. We don't know what's in there, though, so--" Andre heard a gulp and spun around. Kenji was already chugging the drink.

"What the--Hey! You don't know if that's safe to drink," Andre snatched the glass from Kenji's hand, drops of liquid falling from Kenji's mouth. Andre examined the glass. Kenji had drunk more than half of it.

"What? They put them here for us." Kenji wiped his lips with his forearm. "And I'm thirsty as fuck. Did you find anything that said we shouldn't drink the thing?"

"Well, no, but..." Andre said. He'd found nothing in the cupboards, too.

"Then it's probably fine," Kenji said. "It tastes like nothing. I'm sure it's literally just them being nice and giving us water. You can take a sip if you want."

Andre stared into the clear liquid. He brought the glass to his nose and sniffed it. It didn't smell like anything. Andre shrugged. Maybe Kenji was right. Besides, he was getting kinda thirsty.

"Wait!" Kenji shouted just as Andre was closing his lips on the rim of the glass. "You have your own glass. Give this one back."

Andre rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said, handing the glass back to Kenji. He moved to the teacher's desk and grabbed the glass of water on top of it. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it again just to be sure, and then began to drink it.

"See? It's just water," Kenji said and downed the rest of his glass, putting it back on the desk with a clang. Andre slowly gulped down the water. It didn't taste weird at all, for sure, but something about this situation felt off to him. Why the glasses? His dad never drank water from a glass in his class. And students definitely didn't. Why not give Kenji a water bottle or something more realistic? The glasses were so out of place, Andre thought. Were they trying to draw attention to the water?

Water. The first room had been a locker room, and Kenji and Chuck had to take a shower. Kenji couldn't get his hard-on down. They fucked in the shower. The second room was a restroom. Chuck and Joel were wet. Joel pushed Chuck's head down the toilet. They fucked.

Kenji had asked how the kidnappers made sure they could perform.

"Oh fuck!" Andre choked as it hit him. He coughed and water spurted from his mouth. He looked down at his glass, where only a tiny amount of water pooled at the bottom. Shit.

"They put--"

"It's the water, isn't it?" Kenji asked, and their eyes locked. "They put some kind of drug in it."

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Shit." Andre groaned and put the glass down on a desk in front of him. "Well, I guess this means we're about to get really horny soon."

Kenji moved towards Andre. "I'm already there."

"What? What are you--" Suddenly Kenji was right in front of him, and Andre backed up against the desk, his hands gripping its edge. He let out a small gasp when Kenji brought his face forward, a mere inch away, so close he could feel Kenji's breath.

"You're so handsome," Kenji said, his voice low and smooth. "And you look just like your dad."

"Kenji..." Andre murmured. He was starting to get light-headed. Was this the feeling Kenji was talking about? What he felt in the shower?

"Please, Mr. Hicks," Kenji said. "I'll do anything to get a passing grade."

Andre blinked. "What?"

"Please. I don't want to fail the class, Mr. Hicks." Kenji whined and fluttered his eyebrows. "I would be off the basketball team. That can't happen!"

"Kenji, I'm... I'm not my dad..." Andre muttered. His heart was racing.

Kenji looked at him, then brought his lips to Andre's right ear. "I know," Kenji whispered, sending chills down Andre's spine. "But don't you see? This is what they want us to do. Why they made us dress up like this and had you grade that test."

When Kenji's face was in front of Andre's again, Andre finally felt it. The insatiable lust that was coursing through his veins. He licked his lips. Roleplaying as his dad was kinda sick, but it was also turning him on.

"I see. It'd suck if you couldn't play basketball anymore, huh?" Andre said. Kenji's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. You understand, right Mr. Hicks? Please, I didn't score that far off from a D, and I'll do anything in return."

"Oh? What can you do for me exactly, Kenji?" Andre raised an eyebrow.

Kenji swallowed. "I can do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Hicks. Maybe I can help you with some chores? I'm pretty fit, you know. Here." Kenji grabbed Andre's hand and put it on top of his chest, then slowly guided it down his torso. "You see? I may look thin but I have quite a bit of muscle on me."

Andre let Kenji glide his hand down the silky fabric of his jersey. He dug his fingers in and felt the contours of Kenji's chest, then the tautness of his stomach. Blood rushed to his crotch.

"I don't know, Kenji. I don't really have any chores for you to do," Andre said. The tension between them stretched like a string.

"Then I can help you with other stuff," Kenji said, dragging Andre's hand down to the bulge jutting out from his basketball shorts. "I'm sure a man like you have...needs."

"And you think you can take care of my... needs?" Andre lightly gripped Kenji's cock throughout the thin shorts, feeling the rigid shaft twitch in his hand. A squeak sounded off in Kenji's throat.

"Of course. I'm an athlete, so you know I have good stamina. And my body is pretty...flexible, too." Kenji's eyes bored into Andre and pulled him in with his fiery gaze. Kenji took Andre's hand from his crotch and brought it around his hips, so that it now rested on top of Kenji's ass.

"You can have me any way you want, Mr. Hicks," Kenji whispered as Andre grazed his fingers across the breadth of Kenji's cheeks. "Come on, I know you want me."

Andre finally snapped. He grabbed the back of Kenji's head and mashed their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss. He sucked on Kenji's mouth with hunger, tugging on the soft lips and coaxing his tongue through the teeth. His other hand latched onto Kenji's ass and pushed Kenji's crotch into his own, so that their erections were rubbing against each other while Andre kneaded and caressed the pillowy mounds of muscle. Kenji's lips parted as he moaned into Andre's mouth, which Andre took as an opportunity to slide his tongue in and swirl it against Kenji's. Another moan. Andre felt Kenji's lips close around his tongue, then Kenji began to suck. Andre let out a groan as Kenji drew his tongue in and out between his lips. Meanwhile, Kenji's hands roamed his chest, fiddled with his tie, wrapped around his waist, before they settled on his belt buckle.

"Fuck," Andre pulled his tongue out of Kenji's mouth. "Who taught you to suck tongue like that?"

Kenji's lips curved into a grin. "Not the only thing I know how to suck."

"Oh yeah? You better show me then." Andre grabbed Kenji's shoulders and forced him down, making Kenji fall onto his knees. Before Kenji could do anything else, Andre put a hand on the back of Kenji's head and pushed Kenji's face into his crotch, where his cock was tenting against the pants.

"Stay there," Andre said and began to unbuckle his belt, while Kenji dutifully rubbed his face across the length of Andre's shaft bulging through the fabric. The belt slid through the loops with a whoosh and Andre threw it on the floor, wasting no time to unbutton and unzip his pants. Kenji looked up at him expectantly. Andre smirked.

"You want to pass this class?"

"Yes, sir." Kenji nodded like a puppy.

"You're gonna have to work for it." Andre pulled his cock out of his briefs, letting it flop against Kenji's cheeks.

"Fuck," Kenji muttered, his eyes wide. Andre took his thumb and put it in between Kenji's lips, prying them apart. He wrapped his other hand around his cock and lined it up in front of Kenji's mouth, which eagerly opened for his entrance. Andre pushed in.

"There we go. Take that dick, baby." Andre emitted a sigh of pleasure as Kenji closed his lips around the shaft. And as Kenji took more and more of his cock, Andre braced his hands on the desk, enjoying the warmth of Kenji's mouth.

"Just like that. Suck on it," Andre said. Kenji started bobbing his head back and forth on Andre's cock, applying ample suction as he went. Andre moaned. He could feel blood rushing towards his crotch and flowing up his shaft, turning it into a hot, metal rod. He turned his gaze down at Kenji, who, as if he sensed Andre's lustful eyes fixed on him, looked up.

"Fuck yeah," Andre groaned. Nothing sexier than looking into a guy's horny, glazed over eyes while his mouth is full with your dick. "You can go a bit faster than that. Come on, earn your grade."

Kenji quickly complied and picked up the pace, slurping and suckling on Andre's shaft with zeal. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Andre's cock and started pumping it, his wrist gyrating in sync with his neck. Andre threw his head back in satisfaction. Without even thinking about it, he put a hand on Kenji's head and pushed him further down on his shaft. He felt resistance at the back of Kenji's throat, but he didn't care. He kept tugging on Kenji's hair and, at some point, his hips began to buck on their own, thrusting his cock into Kenji's mouth. Slowly, Andre was losing himself.

"Fuck," Andre grunted and looked down at Kenji. He swatted Kenji's hand away from the base of his cock. "No hands. I'm about to fuck that little mouth of yours. You ready?"

"Mmm-hmm," Kenji let out the cutest squeal, and it set Andre off. His hands grabbed the sides of Kenji's head and he thrusted upwards, launching his cock all the way into Kenji's mouth. He felt the tip hit the smooth tissue at the back of Kenji's throat, and Kenji started to gag. He coughed and coughed, saliva slobbering all over Andre's cock and dripping onto the floor. Andre waited until Kenji regained his breath.

"It's okay, baby. I like it a little sloppy." Andre grinned at Kenji before plunging into him again. His cock glided through Kenji's lips, on top of his tongue, and into the back of his throat with quick, swooping motions. He could tell Kenji was trying to keep his breaths steady and, at the same time, put his tongue to use, swirling and flicking it against the underside of Andre's shaft. The stimulation was getting almost too much to bear.

"Fuck yeah. You know how to suck a dick," Andre said, pushing his cock into Kenji's mouth non-stop. "Keep your teeth out of the way... there we go. Good job, baby... Just like that... Show me what a good student you are... Oh, fuuuuuck."

Andre revelled in the pleasure of fucking Kenji's mouth, and yet he knew he needed more. He knew Kenji needed more, too. They weren't going to leave the room until someone got truly and wholly fucked.

"Pull my pants down," Andre said. Kenji took the waistband of his chinos and pulled them down to his ankles then did the same with his underwear, all the while sucking on Andre's cock. But Andre had other plans. He pulled out of Kenji's mouth and turned around.

"Eat my ass." Andre turned his head around and looked into Kenji's eyes. "Cuz you're gonna fuck it."

"Oh, hell yeah." Kenji grinned, eyes twinkling with excitement. He put a hand on Andre's lower back and pushed his torso down onto the teacher's desk. Andre sweeped his arm across the table, letting the sheets of paper and the pen fly off onto the floor. Face pressed against the desk's cool surface, Andre felt Kenji's hands on each of his cheeks, pulling them apart, and Kenji's excited breaths against his opening. Then, Kenji moved in.

"Aww, fuuck," Andre moaned as Kenji flicked his tongue, wide and wet, across his hole. The tip of Kenji's tongue circled around the ring, while his hands fondled Andre's ass. Andre felt himself opening up, and Kenji was working his tongue inside him, flexing the thick piece of muscle into a hard slab and prying into Andre with it.

"That's good, baby," Andre whimpered, his body melting into the desk. Kenji was taking time with his hole, slowly making his advance while working in licks and kisses across his crack. Kenji moved a hand down to his cock and began to stroke it as he made out with Andre's hole.

"Ooooohhh, yesss...." Andre's cock felt heavy inside Kenji's hand. His ass was dying to be filled. Now, Kenji was tongue-fucking him in earnest, spitting onto Andre's hole and pushing the saliva in with his tongue. Andre was ready for the real thing.

"Get up," Andre lifted himself up from the table and turned back. "Fuck me."

"Yes, sir," Kenji replied and immediately got off his knees. There was a rustle as Kenji dropped his shorts, before the head of his cock soon pressed at Andre's opening. Kenji put a hand on Andre's shoulder and pulled his torso backwards, so that Andre could feel Kenji's breath on the back of his neck.

Kenji spoke into Andre's ear. "I've been wanting to do this for so long, you have no idea."

Andre smiled. "Fuck me like you mean it, then."

There was a beat, then Kenji thrusted himself entirely into Andre's hole.

"Shiiiit," Andre hissed as Kenji's cock drove straight into his prostate, sending a jolt across his body. His ass clenched around the shaft, which got a moan out of Kenji.

"Fuck..." Kenji tightened his grip on Andre's shoulder. "Let me show you what I can do."

With that, Kenji started to pound Andre's ass. Andre's eyes rolled back while his head fell forward. Kenji would pull his cock out halfway before jamming it back inside, and Andre loved every bit of it. His ass was sporadically gripping onto Kenji's hardness, his own cock slapping against the table, which shook to the rhythm of Kenji's drilling. Grunts and groans and incoherent profanities filled the room as their bodies moved against each other.

"Do you like that, Mr. Hicks? Am I making you feel good? Taking care of your fucking needs?" Kenji growled. Andre could feel the motions of Kenji's hips getting smoother and smoother with every thrust.

"Oh fuck yes, Kenji!" Andre cried, as if his constant moaning wasn't enough proof that he was in heat for Kenji's dick. The pounding came to a halt when Andre felt Kenji pull all the way out, leaving his ass empty and twitching in desperation, but then Kenji plunged back inside him. Then all the way out. Then all the way in again. With every stroke, Kenji pushed his cock deep inside Andre's hole, pressing hard onto his prostate and making Andre gasp.

"Can't believe I'm fucking the hottest teacher in the school right now... Fuck!" Kenji groaned as he hit base one more time, before he returned to hammering Andre's hole. Andre felt a hand on the back of his neck, and then his torso fell flat against the desk with Kenji's force. The impact hurt his cheek a bit, but Andre didn't care one bit, for his mind and body were in overdrive as he took Kenji's pounding, getting drunk on dick.

"Fuck... use that dick baby... that's right-- ooohh yeah... work that ass... work for your grade... motherfuck that's good," Andre muttered. He could feel sweat dripping down his face.

"Oh shit... I'm getting close," Kenji said, panting. "You want my cum, Mr. Hicks? Get your student's load up in there?"

"Fuck yes. Bust that fucking nut in me," Andre grunted. Kenji's movements were getting needier by the second.

"Oh... oh my god... here... here it comes-- AH!" Kenji cried out as he bottomed out, his thighs colliding with Andre's with a loud smack. Andre felt Kenji's cock pulse inside him, shot after shot of seed filling up his hole. The spurts subsided, and finally Kenji pulled out. Andre felt a small stream of cum leaking from his ass down to his taint and balls.

Kenji breathed heavily. "Holy shit. That was--"

"I'm not done with you," Andre said. Quickly raising himself from the desk, he spun around and put his hands on Kenji's shoulders. Kenji's eyes bulged out, but before he could react, Andre shoved him down to his knees again. He slapped his cock, which remained hard as a rock, on Kenji's cheek.

"You know what to do," Andre grinned, and Kenji smiled back, before opening his mouth and taking Andre's cock down his throat. Andre immediately groaned. His dick had been leaking pre the whole time he was getting fucked. Every time Kenji had hit his prostate, Andre felt cum building up and aching to be released. And now, with Kenji's rapid sucking, he was ready.

"Fuck...take my load...fuuuck," Andre moaned. He put his hands on Kenji's head and thrusted his hips forward, holding Kenji in place as he began to shoot.

"Yes, fuck! Swallow it... swallow that fucking nut," Andre said, grunting while his cock spasmed inside Kenji's mouth. He could feel Kenji swallowing after every spurt, his tongue sliding against his shaft as if coaxing even more seed out of him.

When it was done, Kenji pulled his head back and released Andre's cock from his mouth with a pop. Kenji's eyes were sparkling when they looked up at Andre.

"I definitely deserve that D."

Andre chuckled. He ruffled Kenji's hair. "Let's make that a fucking A."

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"So what you wanna do," Joel said, "is to do something different. You're hot, but there are also thousands of muscle gays on OnlyFans flexing and jerking off and fucking other muscle gays who look exactly like them. You have to stand out if you want to make good money."

Chuck listened intently. They were sitting with their backs against the final door. "I get that, but what can I do that's different? There are already a shitton of different kinds of porn out there."

"Yeah, that's true. You probably won't do something totally new, but what I'm saying is mix things up. Maybe you can be really verbal in some videos, like play into some kind of fantasy, or something like that. I saw a guy who reviews sex toys and turns that into good content. Also, I've heard that DM requests for custom vids are where the real money is, so--"

The sound of footsteps interrupted Joel. The second they saw shadows moving behind the frosted glass, Joel and Chuck sprang to their feet. The door swung open and Kenji jumped out.

"Guess who just had the hottest--"

"Yeah, yeah. We fucked." Andre appeared behind him. "It's done. Get over it."

"But don't you want to tell them why we were dressed up--"

"I'm sure that story can be told once we finally get out of here," Andre said. "Oh, we also found out how we got so horny," Andre added. "It's the water."

"The water?" Joel and Chuck said in unison.