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"Brennan! " I barked. "You took your time." "Sorry, Coach Bill, I was in the middle of a math test. It took a while to get out of there. I need to get back to finish it."
Brennan is the school's star football player, and I'm his coach. Brennan is his last name. Ashley Brennan.
"And leave me waiting? I don't think so. I've just had a power workout, and I'm dripping with sweat. You have work to do."
"Yes, sir."
I have the reputation of being a hardass, and everyone knows it. I'm a big man, an ex-wrestler, and I'm still built like a tank thanks to my workouts and hard work. My torso and thick thighs mean that I dwarf not only the students but the staff as well. I call everyone by their last name, which is just another old-fashioned way I use to demand respect. I have earned a lot of that too. I have a long history of turning students around under my wing--and around fast. Staff often asked how I did it so quickly, but that was a secret I kept to myself. My size helped me get what I wanted out of my students without much argument, but I wasn't about to tell them the sorts of things I got them to do.
"Get on the couch, Brennan." I ordered. "Lie down. You know the drill."
Brennan was my latest in a long line of students I'd had doing my bidding. My 300-pound frame loomed over him. With my reputation and the faculty behind me, he knew better than to argue with me, and he had done this for me plenty of times before. I was fucking dripping in sweat after my workout, and I'd called for him to come clean up. I really pushed myself this time, and sweat was dripping from places that sweat had no business dripping from. That is what Brennan is for. Brennan didn't bat an eye as I pushed my stubby shorts and jockstrap off. He'd seen my cock plenty of times before, and he knew from the moment I called for him, what he was going to be doing. I turned and presented him with my naked ass, all damp and sweaty. I walked backwards, my ass approaching him closer, until I felt the back of the couch he was lying on with my legs. Now in place, I bent down, sitting my ass on top of the boy's face. Brennan's hands flew up to my ass cheeks, as if trying to hold me up from squashing him. I had no intention of doing that to him. Perhaps not yet.
"Get to it. Clean me up." I told him, hovering over top of him.
This was the secret I couldn't tell and why students under my wing suddenly excelled once I got a hold of them. It is amazing how easy students find their sports and academic work after they have spent some one-on-one time with me. Sports and academics were easy; the day-to-day challenges were mundane. After having their heads buried in my ass and sniffing my scent, they realised how much more they could endure. There was no challenge to regular work. My stink showed them what they were capable of, and their confidence in other aspects grew as a result. Classwork was simple and pure in comparison. Any other challenge was simple in comparison, and now with my ass above him, Brennan knew once again what was expected of him.
Brennan knew the first step was to lick my bulging taint. I find that my sweat tends to collect there, like a thin film, creating a puddle of salty moistness against my undercarriage. The feeling of his light tongue was magical. I'd had so many boys do this for me over the years, but Brennan was one of my favorites. It was so easy to get him to do as I wanted, and he always did it without complaint. He sometimes showed hesitancy, but he always followed through regardless. On occasion, I noticed he had popped an erection while licking me as well. Guys can pop boners at pretty much any time, but it did make me wonder what was going through his mind. Did he enjoy dabbing his tongue against my moist taint and having my ass bear down on him? Did he have his eyes open or shut when my wrinkled asshole hovered over him, mere inches from his face?
"I'm done with this part, sir." Brennan said softly from behind me.
"Good. Now lick my ass clean."
I adjusted for him, lowering my ass more in line with his mouth. He would start with my fuzzy ass cheeks first, licking any dew towards my crack. My ass isn't especially hairy, but there is a modest layer of curly hairs swirled across my skin. Every curl would move slightly as he licked, moving my sweat down towards my ass trench for the final pass.
My crack is where the worst of my stinking man's sweat would collect. After a good workout, it was always like a swampy river of man juice, making my sun-bleached skin just slimy with it. Slowly, he would lick closer and closer towards the middle line before taking a deep breath and dipping his tongue inside the valley. He would use several long licks along its length, licking my trench clean. His tongue was perfectly suited for the job, dredging up the slick, swallowing it, or moving it all towards my asshole. As he cleared up the last of the sweat, his licks towards my hole gradually became more tentative. He knew as well as I did that my darkest, saltiest flavours wafted from there, the heat and intensity increasing as he approached my hole. It is such a rare feeling to have the damp slap of a boy's wet tongue sliding along your sensitive crack. It's quite another to know that the same boy will soon be licking your asshole.
The whole school knew of him as just some student and me as Coach Bill. They didn't know what we had together. They didn't know what Brennan had to do. Brennan and I were the only ones, and Brennan was the only one subjected to me in full. I wondered if he was worried about what he might taste from the first swipes across my pucker. I could hear him breathing heavily down there, breathing in the scent of my ass. My thick ass sitting on top of him likely didn't make his task any easier, and as diligent as he was at cleaning me, it was still my ass, and as the sweat was replaced with his spit, my asshole still wouldn't be smelling like roses.
I was aware that his time for his test was running out, so I decided it was time for the final step. I clenched and then pushed, blasting a rancid shot into his face. I would always give him a small sample to start with--something he could become accustomed to before I subjected him to the rest. I enjoyed letting rip right into his face, imagining the warm, shitty air blowing across his skin. Brennan was used to it, and he knew what the first hit meant. I could hear him noisily sniffing in the gassy air lingering down there, his legs twitching as his lungs filled with it.
"How does it smell, boy?" I growled.
"Awful sir. It's so bad."
"Of course, it smells bad. It's my ass!"
"I know, sir. It's just... I don't think I will ever get used to it."
I leaned forward slightly and blasted another one at him. I was being kinder than usual. Normally, I would only give him one before the final step.
"Nnnngh! " Brennan complained as my ass puffed more putrid air against his face.
"Lick my asshole, and then you can get back to class." I told him.
"Yes, sir," Brennan whimpered.
I reached back and pulled my cheeks wide apart, completely exposing my asshole. His tongue lightly lapped at my spread anus, tasting my ring right at the source. His fingers fidgeted as he licked, cleaning my dirtiest part. I maneuvered slightly again, lifting and then lowering down. He mumbled something as my ass lowered down, completely swallowing his head under me. Thanks to him licking my hole, my sphincter was quite relaxed and open, allowing it to fit snugly against the shape of his nose. With his nose almost lodged up my ass, the air he breathed was tainted with the raw scent and grit of my shitter. Anything that came out, he would breathe.
"Here it comes. Remember to breathe it all in." I'd been holding onto this all morning, but now it was time to let it go. I'd given him a few small ones, but now it was time for him to smell the brunt of them. I pushed down, my ring opening up, firing a reeking fart right at his face. I could hear him sniffing it in, his chest rising as he breathed in the foul air. He writhed and groaned beneath me as he held it in, his hands balling up into fists and white-knuckling. "Good boy," I said, lifting off slightly to give him a little bit of fresh air.
"Thank you, sir," Brennan gasped.
"Here is another one for you."
I lowered myself again, his face becoming buried in my ass once more. I farted again, this time a long, bubbly fart that took its time to exit my bowels. His chest rose again, his lungs full of the sticky stench. His legs jerked, but he managed it, enduring it once more.
"Is my asshole clean?" I asked him, bending forward for him to check my state.
"No sir. There are bits on your um..butthole. It's a little messy."
"Alright. Lick it up. Quickly now."
I waited as he took a moment, eventually feeling him licking me there once more. He swiped his rogue tongue against my sensitive inner ass skin, clearing up any of the remaining residue. I left him lapping for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensation of the boy giving my foul place a nice, clean bath. It was quiet. Just a man and a boy together, enjoying one another. I was enjoying it anyway. I checked the time and realised it needed to come to an end. I finally got up and turned around, as he had gotten up behind me himself. He looked dazed and a little dizzy from his ordeal, and a little shaky on his feet. He looked up at me with those deep puppy-dog eyes, having just been to hell and back and survived.
"Can I get back to class now, sir?" He croaked, still a little unsteady.
"In a moment. Get on your knees."
"But sir, my time is running out. I don't want to fail my test."
"You need to deal with my cock first. You don't need to suck it right now, but I do need to take a piss. Knees. "
Brennan sighed and got to the floor, coming face-to-face with my cock, which he had seen plenty of times before. Sometimes I think I saw a flicker of awe in his eyes when he looked at it , a look of jealousy or worship perhaps. My great body size extended to my manhood as well; my balls were nearly the size of eggs, and my cock swung back and forth in front of him, dwarfing anything I knew he had.
"Sir, your balls smell of sweat too." Brennan mentioned. "They're really funky."
"I'll let my sweaty balls funk bake in the afternoon heat, and perhaps you can clean them afterwards. Open. "
He looked up at me and locked eyes, dropping his mouth open and waiting. I tilted his head back a little further and rested the head of my penis on his lips.
"Here comes the first bit," I reminded him. He closed his eyes shut. I flexed my bladder, giving him my usual warning shot. He flinched as my hot, steamy piss splashed suddenly into his mouth. A few sprinkles bounced off his inner cheek as he gulped down the first mouthful. He then opened his mouth to show he had swallowed it all, followed by his eyes, which now appeared bloodshot and watery.
"Guh...sorry sir." Brennan spluttered. "Just a sec."
I gave him a moment to recover.
"That'll be the Gatorade I drank earlier." I rested my large hand on his head, tilting it back, and returned my cock to his lips. "Ready for the rest?"
He opened his mouth and closed his eyes. I edged up a little more, inserting more of my cock into his mouth. He flinched again when the torrent of piss began, but then began swallowing. I sighed with relief, letting my body relax as I let go with full flow. My piss quickly flooded into his mouth, and he quickly swallowed it down, one mouthful after the next. Brennan had done this enough times now that once I started, I didn't need to hold back. His belly swelled as my bladder emptied. He chugged it down, and I sighed again as I relieved myself in the cutest urinal I had the pleasure of using. I pushed the last few golden pearls into his mouth with a few flexes, a few droplets splashing onto his face.
"Good." I said, finally letting him up. "Be back here after class to finish."
"Yes, sir."
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