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My name is Guy, and I'm your average 18 year old. I have a moderate build, slim with slight muscle definition. I occasionally go to the gym, but mostly I run and play tennis. Recently, I moved to this prep school called St. Paul's. My parents thought it could straighten me out, get me ready for college, yanno? What do they know anyway? I don't even think I'm going to college. I'm just not that type really.
So yesterday afternoon, I was walking out of the middle school building. As a senior, all of my other classmates had left long ago. They were peeling out of the parking lot in their BMWs and their Lexus. I had to stay after to make up for my detention. In exchange for coming to school on Saturday, I told them I would paint for a saint on one of the middle school teacher's podiums. What can I say? I sell my talents to get myself out of trouble. That's one reason my parents thought I needed to go to a stricter school. I had painted for two hours, and I was washing my brushes and getting ready to leave when I noticed there was a light on across the hall in the administrative offices. This was strange, because even the janitors had left a few minutes ago. I had to return some of the supplies to the secretary's desk, so I walked on in. The sight before my eyes took me completely by surprise. Because the school administration felt glass doors made the rooms more open to students and visitors alike, I could see into each of the offices inside, the middle school principal, the counselor, and the academic supervisor. With an unrestricted view, I stared into the principal's office, unable to believe what I saw. The head football coach, Coach Walker was standing naked, stroking his huge cock, watching the middle school principal, Mr. Spearman, pound one of the huge, athletic-scholarship eighth graders. I couldn't tell quite which one because the coach and principal blocked most of his upper body.
Walker was about six and a half feet tall, a massive man. He was solid muscle, weighing in at around 250 pounds. He was stroking his massive, uncut mancock. It looked like it was at least 8 inches and thick. His balls looked like they were the size of baseballs hanging down in his hairy sack. His whole body was covered in a thick layer of man fur. Only his nipples protruded, hard like silver dollars from the dark forest of hair. He had a chiseled jaw and wavy dark hair. He had been a quarterback for his college team and supposedly played minor league ball. Mr. Spearman on the other hand was only about my height, 6'1". But he was almost as muscular as Coach Walker. Instead of a stocky frame though, he was ripped. Every muscle in his back and shoulders flexed and glistened in the iridescent light of his office as he fucked his student. I couldn't tell just how big it was, but judging from the bulge he packed in his pants when he was closed, and the time it was taking him to draw all the way out and slam his fucking huge cock back in, it must have been close to a ten inches long.
The coach turned, apparently to move towards the boy's face and shove his hot cock down the boy's throat, and I ducked down beneath the secretary's desk to avoid being seen. "Shut the fuck up boy, don't make so much noise." He moaned as the boy took his entire dick into his mouth. It was apparently not the first time he had received this kind of treatment. I peered around the edge of the desk and continued to watch in fascination. My own dick was rock hard as I watched this amazing scene. Suddenly, I had an idea. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and reached around the desk. I started snapping pictures of this incredible fuck, making sure to get close ups of Coach Walker's face and as much detail of Mr. Spearman as I could. I knew that with these pictures, if I played my cards right, I could have either one of the men at my disposal. I couldn't help but grin as I robbed my throbbing member. This was a fantasy come true.
I couldn't help it; I had to pull out my cock and jerk off to the scene. Their raunchy language as they pounded the moaning boy's holes made me even hornier.
"Gonna teach you to fail your algebra tests, boy!" Spearman thrust hard, knocking the boy hard over the desk, impaling him even farther onto Walker's cock.
"You're gonna make up for slacking off at practice today. You wanna keep your scholarship doncha boy?" Spit rolled out of the boy's mouth as he tried to please his coach. "That's right, slobber all over my fucking knob you slut. Suck my huge mancock with the respect it deserves. Suck your fucking coach's cock!"
The poor boy, trapped in the man sandwich tried to respond affirmatively to the shouts, but his moaning only made the coach fuck his face harder. "Yeah that's right boy, moan all over my dick. Feels good, boy. I love your sweet boymouth all over my dick."
My hand was moving faster and faster over mine own eight-inch cock. Even though I was watching, I couldn't believe how hot the scene in front of me was.
"Your ass is so tight, Spencer, it's sucking the fucking cum out of my balls." I smirked, so it was Spencer. Mr. Spearman's balls were visibly rolling around in his low hanging sack, rising up as he fucked Spencer's ass faster and faster. "Yeah, keep squeezing my fucking mancock with your sweet boypussy. Oh yeah! Gonna fucking cum!" He slammed his cock again and again into Spencer's ass until he started slowing down, his back arching as his muscles clenched and tightened, Mr. Spearman was caught up in a mind-blowing orgasm. "FUCK YEAH! CUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!" He screamed.
"Right there with you Jake!" Shouted the coach as he hosed down Spencer's tonsils. Volley after volley of cum spurted out of the head of this thick cock. With the coach and principal screaming, my own stifled moans went unnoticed. Hopefully the puddle of cum now dripping down the leg of the desk and on the floor would also be unnoticed. I shoved the art supplies away and slid my dick back into my tight underwear. As I was getting ready to crawl out the door, the men were pulling their cocks out of Spencer's abused holes. He rolled over onto his side, breathing rapidly. Spencer had cum all over the discipline referrals, the pink sheets, on Spearman's desk. He also had dried cum all over his face and stomach. This was apparently not even the first round today. Shit, I thought. I really envied being in his place. As I was crawling out the door, I heard Spearman saying, "Fuck it, you little shit! I told you not to cum, and what did you do? You came all over my fucking pink sheets. Now I'll have to rewrite them. You'll report here again tomorrow at the same time." I heard a loud smack and a yelp from Spencer as I crawled out the door.
I drove home plotting how I could use the evidence I now had to my advantage. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.