Matt was filled with both rage and lust as he slapped the queer teenage sailor down onto the hard steel floor of the ship. The heat in the small utility room had become intense and seemed to drive the young stud's libido and anger into overdrive, coming together in a tremendous feeling of sexual aggressiveness that ran throughout Matt's mind and body. The young stud had never felt so horny and angry before. Something about the heat and the situation was releasing intense feelings in the powerful young man. Standing above the slight teenage queer he had just knocked to the floor, Matt felt like the master of the universe. The large, thick monster trapped beneath the muscular sailor's jockstrap pulsed wildly and Matt knew the angry creature demanded to be freed from its tight cotton prison in order to punish the faggot on the floor who had taken improper liberties with Matt's strong, beautiful body.
Before he started going steady with his girlfriend as a high school senior, Matt had fucked a succession of pretty, big-breasted girls at school, including more than his fair share of cheerleaders. Tall, handsome and muscular, Matt had no trouble getting his hard cock into a variety of tight pussy. Girls were naturally attracted to the young stud and no doubt hoped that a romantic connection might result. Matt and his cock, however, had no such ideas. His large, thick teenage cock was perpetually hard and simply wanted to get into tight, juicy pussy, preferably attached to a pair of large breasts.
The confident young man had even fucked one of his female high school teachers once. Like all straight women, the married 24-year-old teacher felt a strong attraction to the masculine, beautiful teenage boy. She had never fooled around with a student before, but there was something special about this young man. Like a moth to flame, she found herself asking him to stop by her classroom after his baseball practice at the end of the day. By instinct, Matt naturally knew when a bitch was eager to get into his pants. He had never fucked an older woman, but had zero qualms about the possibility. He had the sexual confidence of a much older guy and in fact liked the idea of an older bitch needing him inside her. Throughout baseball practice that afternoon, Matt's cock was hard and leaky underneath his jockstrap. He felt very horny anticipating his encounter with the teacher-bitch.
After practice, Matt showered, dressed in his white t-shirt and blue jeans, and reported to the classroom. Sitting in a chair next to his teacher's desk, Matt watched as the nervous whore tried to make small talk. All the while, the bitch's eyes kept darting down to the very packed crotch of Matt's jeans. Something about having this married older woman so obviously caught up in his sexual energy made Matt very turned on. The bitch no doubt was getting some cock at home. Further, she surely realized that she could get into some very serious trouble fucking around with one of her underage students. Still, the whore couldn't help herself. She needed to open herself to the young stud's confident sexuality, whatever the consequences. This realization made Matt's cock throb strongly and want to take what was naturally its to claim.
The bitch was pretty, although Matt had fucked plenty of girls having much bigger tits. (Matt sometimes liked to cum with his hard tool fucking between a girl's big breasts. He would hold the cunt's tits together tightly as he worked his precum-slick cock between them. Something about taking control of a girl's big breasts and using them as a masturbatory device made the teenager super hard and horny. The girl would be required to lie there passively as the young stud pushed her breasts together painfully and stroked his cock between them. It never took long before the groaning stud's big tool erupted, coating the passive bitch's chin and chest with a massive load of his hot teen spooge.)
"What do you want?" Matt's casually uttered words interrupted his teacher's nervous ramblings mid-sentence.
The older woman just looked into the boy's hard but beautiful brown eyes. She was unable to utter a further word or articulate her womanly craving for the powerful, magnetic teenage boy seated before her. Like any natural predator, Matt knew this whore was his for the taking. Only unlike other predators, the young man didn't need to make any effort to capture his prey. Instead, they instinctively sought him out!
Matt consciously let a few more uncomfortable moments pass between them before telling the older woman matter-of-factly, "Why don't you get down on your knees and show me what you need?"
He was pleased to see that the teacher-whore did not hesitate to kneel between his muscular legs and begin unbuttoning his jeans. The bitch had considerable difficulty extracting Matt's large, hard cock from his jeans and boxers. As she stared at it, the young stud knew from experience that his teacher was taken aback by his size and entranced by the salty, sweet smell of his precum.
"Lick it," Matt casually instructed the whore kneeling between his now-spread legs. "Lick it for me."
The bitch began tentatively licking at the leaky mushroom head of the young stud's cock.
Grunting and impatient for more, Matt told her to begin sucking it.
The bitch seemed to be an inexperienced cocksucker and was reluctant to take much of his big cock into her face.
Matt felt himself getting angry. He hated it when a whore came onto him, but then refused to put out like she should.
The young stud placed his strong hands on the back of the bitch's head and gently began pulling her face down onto his rockhard cock.
As his large tool began to penetrate the bitch's face, she began to pull her head away.
Now pissed off, Matt gripped the whore's hair extremely tightly in his two hands and forced her head back down onto his hard cock.
The bitch struggled as Matt methodically pushed her down onto his teenage tool. As the large mushroom head of his cock reached the entrance to her throat, the whore began gagging and almost threw up on the young stud's demanding piece.
Anger now raged through Matt. Nothing made the young stud madder than a bitch who started something that she wouldn't finish. As long as a whore voluntarily took what Matt wanted to dish out, he was happy to use her without force. It was completely unacceptable to him, however, for a bitch to come on to him and then refuse him anything he wanted. That was against the natural order of the Universe. Even at his tender age, Matt knew he had the power to control people. Usually he could get exactly what he wanted through charm or persuasion. Nature, though, had also given him physical power and he wasn't reluctant to use it on those few occasions when it was necessary to secure what he wanted.
This had become such an occasion. He knew this whore would not be in any position to report to authorities anything he wanted to do to her. That made achieving her compliance with his sexual demands much easier.
Matt pushed the bitch's coughing head away from his crotch and rose from his chair.
"Lean against your desk."
"Look, Matt. I think you need to go now. I never should have asked in here."
"Cunt. Listen to me very carefully. You will lean against your fuckin' desk -- and you will fuckin' do it right now!"
For the first time, the teacher-bitch was afraid of Matt. Looking into his angry eyes, she realized that she needed to do exactly as the young man instructed her.
She nervously backed up against her desk as Matt walked forward with his hard angry cock jutting out of his opened jeans.
Over the next hour, Matt methodically punished the bitch by forcing himself into both her juicy pussy and her incredibly tight and dry asshole. Ignoring her cries of pain, he fucked the whore violently until he dumped separate huge loads of teen spunk into each of her painfully stretched holes. He left her crying and exhausted still pushed against her desk, with spooge slowly dripping out of her cunt and ass.
The next day in her class, Matt could tell the bitch felt humiliated to be in his presence. She was obviously having some difficulty walking from the violent fucks he had put to her the afternoon before. Matt chuckled to himself as he sat in her class. Mortified by having come onto the young man and then being punish-fucked for her failure to accept the stud's huge cock into her throat, the bitch couldn't look the young stud directly in the eyes. Amused at her discomfort, Matt, who rarely spoke up during class, repeatedly asked his teacher questions about the course material. Each time, the bitch would avoid eye contact with him, answering his questions while looking at the classroom floor or ceiling. The other students in the classroom could tell something very strange was going on, but didn't know what.
Something about the humiliation he had delivered to this whore -- who, after all, was supposed to be educating him in the ways of the world -- made Matt incredibly turned on. The young stud's cock throbbed and leaked precum into his boxer shorts as he stared contemptuously at the embarrassed teacher and recalled how his super-hard cock had aggressively opened the bitch's protesting holes and dumped its hot spooge inside her.
The instant the class ending bell rang, the whore rocketed out of the classroom, humiliated and obviously still in pain. Feeling intensely horny, Matt walked straight into the closest boys room. Taking a seat in last toilet stall, he released his hard leaking cock and very full balls from his jeans and boxers. Groaning quietly, he quickly whacked out two huge loads of hot cum in a row onto the cement floor of the stall. Temporarily relieved, he stuffed his half-hard cock back into his pants. Opening the stall door, Matt encountered a younger boy standing frozen right outside the toilet stall. Matt immediately recognized him as the kid who hands out towels to the ball players after practice. Matt knew the slight kid was queer from the way he couldn't keep his eyes off him and his buddies when they undressed in the lockerroom. The kid looked like he was about to have a stroke. Glancing down, Matt saw the boy's little dick was rigid in his pants. Matt looked up into the kid's face with a smile. "Hey, little faggot. I left something for you on the floor in there. Don't let it go to waste. You understand me, queerboy?" Not waiting for a response, Matt chuckled and headed for the restroom door. Matt knew that as soon as he exited the restroom, the pathetic queer would be down on his knees in the toilet stall licking up Matt's still-warm spooge from the cold, urine-splashed cement floor. That thought made the young stud's cock fully regain its hardness as he walked to his next class.
To be continued. . . .