Paul caught a glimpse of his naked, wet body in the full length gym mirror and smiled at how much he'd transformed over the last three months. His skinny 5’7 frame wasn't so skinny anymore since he’d been working out every morning with his older brother Greg. Paul had the lean, but strong build of a runner; he admired the definition of his tan body and the way his blonde hair set off his bright green eyes.
“Nice view isn’t it?” Byron McGregor smirked.
Paul quickly wrapped his towel around his waist to cover his 5 inch cock, embarrassed that he’d been caught staring at himself in the gym locker room, filled with 20 naked teen classmates all getting dressed after a post PE shower. Byron McGregor stood naked behind Paul, toweling off. As his high school’s star athlete, Byron was 6’ 1 and 180 pounds of pure muscle. The 18 year old jock’s hairy arms, chest and legs and his 8 inch cock were a tribute to testosterone. His jet black wavy hair, bright blue eyes and perfect smile made him look like a Disney prince, despite his reputation as a heart-breaker of both boys at Chilton Academy and girls at the sister school St. Agatha’s. Paul shot Byron an embarrassed smile and made his way over to his locker to get dressed as the last bell of the day rang.
When Paul finally made it to his locker he saw his friend Richie was already waiting on him. Richie was slightly taller than Paul, with a deep olive complexion, dark curly hair and a strong Arabic nose and jaw line. The two had met on the first day of school just a couple weeks ago and became fast friends. Richie was a shameless flirt, much to his father’s shame, and made his zeal for getting off as many of the students in the private all-male high school well-known.
“Finally!” Richie exclaimed, “You took so long getting dressed I was about to come in and look for you.”
“Look for me or just look around?” Paul joked.
“Both,” Richie smiled. Richie’s eyes darted up and he whispered “Here comes Professor Cock.” Paul shut his locker and turned to see his history teacher, Professor Robert Koch walking over. Professor Koch, or Professor “Cock” as he was called by the boys at school, was a tall, dark skinned black man in his early 30s. He doubled as an assistant football coach and sported the hulking athletic build to prove it. He also tended to wear tight fitting pants that showed off his massive bulge, earning him his well-deserved nickname.
“Hi Professor Koch,” Richie said demurely.
“Hello boys,” Professor Koch smiled. “I’m looking forward to meeting your parents tonight Paul - will they both be at Parent/Teacher night this evening?”
“Yes Sir,” Paul replied, trying not to stare at the man’s bulge.
“Great,” the tall, hunky man answered with a blinding smile. “I’ll see you tonight then.”
Professor Koch walked off and Richie said “I’d love to get my mouth around that man’s big black cock.” Paul rolled his eyes and they headed out to Richey’s car.
Later, Richie pulled his car up to Paul's house and gasped at the sight of Paul’s older dad David washing his vintage truck, wearing nothing but 5 inch running shorts, putting his tall, bulking, hairy body on full display. Richie took in the sight of the 53 year old daddy, his strong muscles and silver chest hair, glistening, his 10 inch cock obscenely visible in his soaked shorts, “Your Godfather is so fucking hot! Your whole family is hot, it's not fair.”
“So you've said,” Paul chuckled.
“Hey boys!” David called out, waving.
“Hi Mr. Stokes!” Richie called back then lowered his voice and said to Paul, “Seriously I would throw our friendship away for a chance to fuck your Godfather, either of them… Definitely your brother.”
“You can have my brother but my dads are off limits,” Paul said getting out of the car.
“Noted. Catch you later,” Richie smiled then drove away.
“How was school?” David asked as Paul walked up the driveway.
“Long… I could use some release Daddy,” Paul said, reaching out and squeezing David’s 10 inch cock through his shorts.
David smiled and said, “I’ll be done in about 20 minutes boy. I expect to find you naked, clean and ass up in my bed when I get inside.”
“Yes Daddy,” Paul grinned then hurried inside.
David quickly finished with his truck and 15 minutes later was pleased to find Paul waiting for him. The toned, tan, slim 18 year old was fully naked and on display on the king size bed, kneeling with his blonde head pressed to the bed, ass up.
“Good boy, son,” David said as he quickly pulled off his shorts, letting his hard cock spring free. He moved toward his son and spread the teen’s cheeks then greedily tongued his son’s smooth, tight hole.
“Daaaadyyy,” Paul moaned.
“Fuck son you taste so good.”
“Breed me Daddy, I need your cock!” Paul begged, as David continued to lick and tongue his hole.
“Patience son, Daddy will take care of you,” David replied before continuing his oral assault on Paul’s hole. David took his time eating his son’s ass, enjoying the young boy’s impatient squirming and pleading. After 5 minutes David pulled away and grabbed some lube off the nightstand. “On your back son, legs up,” David instructed, slathering lube on his hard cock.
Paul quickly flipped over and pulled his legs up, holding his ankles and putting his hole on display. He took in the sight of his Dad’s strong, thickly muscled, tan body, with thick silver chest hair, as the older man lubed his giant 10 inch cock. “Fuck me Daddy, I need your cock!”
David smiled and rubbed some lube onto Paul’s hole, “You need me to loosen you up some son or can Daddy just break your sweet little hole open?”
“Break me Daddy,” Paul said, licking his lips.
“That’s my good boy,” David said, crawling onto the bed and lining his cock up against Paul’s hole. He worked the tip in, enjoying the hiss his son made, then locked eyes with his son, loving the mix of fear, need and love in the boy’s bright green eyes, then shoved his cock into his son’s hole.
“Ahhhhhhh!!” Paul screamed at the rough intrusion.
David slowly fucked his son’s hole and stroked the boy’s face, “Let it out boy, you can scream for Daddy.”
“Fuck! God that hurts!” Paul yelled, tears streaming down his face.
David picked up speed as he fucked the young teen, he leaned in and licked the tears from Paul’s face then sucked on his ear and felt Paul’s hole open up, then boy’s pained screams turned to moans of pleasure.
Paul moaned and wrapped his legs and arms around David’s large, strong body, pressing the hot, hairy daddy into him, “Fuck me Daddy! I need your cock!”
“It’s yours son, Daddy has you,” David said and then kissed Paul deeply as he plowed his cock into the boy over and over.
David picked the boy like we was nothing and held the teen twink in the air, fucking him over and over. Paul marveled at his daddy’s strong, sweaty body and how amazing his huge cock felt on his ass. The boy felt his balls tighten as David fucked against his G spot, “I’m gonna cum Daddy!”
“Let it out son, Daddy has you.”
“Uhhhhh! Daddy!” Paul moaned as he shot his load from his 5 inch boy cock onto his own abs and David’s hairy chest.
David felt his son’s hole grip his cock as the boy came, “Oh fuck!” David cried out as he pumped his own load into his son’s hole.
“Breed me Daddy!” Paul begged, feeling David’s muscles tense and his thick cock throb as he pumped his load into him. David collapsed onto Paul on the bed, panting to catch his breath, their sweat mixing with Paul’s load. David shifted onto his side, pulling Paul next to him. David cuddled his son close, trailing his fingers along the boy’s smooth body, now sticky with cum and sweat. “Five minutes of cuddle time then you need to do your homework before we have to be at Parent/Teacher night at your school,” David said, kissing Paul’s neck.
Later that evening during Parent/Teacher night at Dalton Academy for Young Men, Byron was bored out of his mind. He’d spent all evening walking around with his parents, listening to his teachers praise his academic and athletic performance, while his Dad didn’t miss a single opportunity to point out how he could improve. As the McGregor family entered Professor Koch’s class Byron was desperate to sneak away to do some of the coke he always carried on him. In the classroom he saw the new boy, Paul standing next to a large, well-built man in his 50’s, with graying hair, and an extremely tall red headed handsome muscular guy in his 40s, talking with Coach Koch. Paul was obviously gay and Byron had heard the boy was new to town and living with his godfathers. Byron was eager to conquer his newest classmate's mouth, having already had his cock sucked by every gay, bi and curious boy at Dalton. Byron was so bored with the boys at his school; plenty of them were happy to suck him off, but so far none of them had been able to take his thick 8 inch cock in their inexperienced teen asses. Byron had fucked a few girls and a few older bottoms he’d found online, but he longed for a cute twink his own age who could not only take his cock but also enjoyed being used with all the rough kink Byron could give them. By the look of him, innocent, shy Paul was probably not that boy.
“Paul isn’t really athletic,” Byron heard the tall ginger daddy say to Coach Koch, “But I think some sort of team activity would be good for him.”
“I could definitely use a team manager,” Coach Koch replied. “Our previous one graduated last year. Do you think you’d be interested Paul?”
“Maybe,” Paul replied shyly.
Byron definitely needed to do a line before he could handle anymore of his dad’s bull shit. “I’m going to the restroom,” he told his parents and then headed out of the class and upstairs to the second floor bathroom that was closed for maintenance. He entered the bathroom marked “Out of Order” and settled in one of the stalls to measure out a few small lines. He snorted the two small lines, relishing in the familiar burning sensation and rush of the high. He was cleaning up when he heard the bathroom door open. Byron quickly lifted his feet up and peaked through the closed stall door and spied Paul and the two older men he’d been with earlier enter. The gray haired man locked the bathroom door as Paul sank to his knees.
The tall, red-headed man cupped Paul’s face, “I’m so proud of all of the wonderful things your teachers have said about you tonight Paul.”
“It sounds like you’ve been putting in a great effort, boy,” the older man said as he took his place next to the other man in front of Paul. “Time for your reward son, but remember you need to save your load. No cumming.”
“But you know I can cum again,” Paul whined.
“Do you want this or not son?” The older man asked.
“Yes Daddy,” Paul answered.
Byron watched in stunned silence as the two older men each unzipped their pants and pulled out their dicks. The 50-something gray haired beefy daddy had the biggest cock Byron had ever seen, it looked like it was almost a foot long and thick; and the tall redhead’s cock was incredibly fat, almost as thick as the end of a baseball bat. Byron felt his own 8 inch cock surge to life in his pants.
“Thank you Daddy, thank you Pop,” Paul said beaming with lust and pride, taking the two men’s cocks in hand and stroking them. “I think about this everyday when I sneak in here to jack off during fourth period.”
“My little cum slut son, always horny… Get me hard boy,” David smirked and Byron was shocked to see Paul quickly swallow the man’s entire 10 inches down his throat and suck greedily. Byron had to cover his mouth to hide a gasp.
“Good boy,” David moaned, wrapping his hands around the young blonde twink’s head and pumping his cock in and out of the boy’s mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels so good son.” Paul moaned over the man’s cock. “Okay, get on your hands and knees and suck your Pop,” David said and Paul obediently pulled his mouth off David’s cock and dropped his hands to the bathroom floor, then opened wide to suck on the redheaded man’s super thick dick.
“That’s a good boy,” Trent encouraged the boy, using his own fingers to spread the boy’s mouth open as wide as possible. Paul struggled to fit the thick cock in his mouth, sputtering a bit but eventually Trent worked all of the girth into his mouth.
Byron was amazed at the shy 18 year old’s ability to impressively swallow the two older daddies’ enormous cocks. He unzipped his own jeans quietly as he watched David position himself behind his godson and roughly pull the young boy’s pants down, exposing his tight ass, while Paul’s face turned red and tear-streaked as he struggled to breathe while Trent fucked his face. David pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket and oiled up his rock hard 10 inch cock and then smeared a bit of lube on Paul’s hole before pressing two large, calloused fingers into the twink, causing the boy to moan onto his Trent’s cock.
“Mmmmmmm!” Paul squirmed and shoved his ass back into David’s fingers, causing the 53 year old daddy to grin with pride.
“You have to be quiet son,” Trent warned, “If not we’ll have to stop.”
Paul silently nodded, looking up at his Pop.
“Okay Trent, keep him gagged,” David said to the other man, “I’m going in.”
Bryon stroked his cock and watched in disbelief as David lined his cock up to Paul’s hole, pressed the head in and then shoved all 10 inches into Paul in one fluid motion, earning just the slightest of gasps from Paul while Trent held the boy’s head still, his fat cock shoved into the boy’s mouth.
“Excellent son,” Trent quietly praised the boy.
“That’s my fucking boy,” David moaned softly, “Take Daddy’s cock.”
Byron jerked his cock in silence as he watched the two daddies completely own the twink’s holes. He couldn’t believe that the shy, quiet new kid had morphed into such a well trained cock slut. Byron jerked his cock as David picked up steam, pounding Paul’s tight young ass, while Trent continued to fuck the boy’s pretty face, now covered in spit and tears, the only sounds were the rhythmic slaps of David’s large, strong body against Paul’s ass and the small, needy whimpers escaping Paul’s mouth around Trent’s cock.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” Trent whispered.
“Swallow your Pop’s load son,” David commanded quietly.
“Mes mur,” Paul mumbled over the thick cock.
Byron watched as Trent bucked his cock into Paul’s face and then froze, his face flushed and red as his hair, twisted in ecstasy as he quietly shot his load down the boy’s throat. David fucked the boy hard and fast and Byron stroked his own cock faster. David hissed and slammed into the boy, shuddering as he pumped his own load into the blonde twink’s hole. Byron bit his lip and shot his own load onto the door of the bathroom stall.
Silently catching his breath, Byron watched as the two older men quickly, yet affectionately cleaned and dressed the young boy, quietly showering him with praise and then straightening themselves up as well.
“Come on son,” Trent said, “We have one more stop to make.”
Byron watched the three men leave the bathroom and then cleaned himself up. He realized he’d greatly underestimated Paul, the boy was a perfectly trained cum-slut and Byron vowed to do whatever it took to have his new classmate for himself.
Trent and David escorted Paul down the hall to the office of Jack Jones, Dean of discipline. Paul noticed the hallways were mostly empty by this point, with the last few students and their parents heading home for the evening. Most notably was Byron McGregor, who was being chewed out by his dad for something about wandering off and making him wait. It reminded Paul of how his own mother would chastise him whenever she drank, which was all the time. Paul felt so lucky for how much his life had changed for the better when he met David almost three months ago and had joined his new family, trading in his old life of poverty, abuse and neglect for luxury, affection and all the sex he could want. Paul gave Byron a sympathetic look, but blushed when Byron stared back at him with unmistakable predatory lust.
“Alright son,” Trent started, pulling Paul back to reality. “Dean Jones is a good friend of mine and I know he could be a very good friend to you, but just to check, what do you say if you feel uncomfortable in a situation your Dad and I put you in?”
“I say red flag or I squeeze your hand three times quickly,” Paul answered.
“He knows the rules Trent,” David smirked and knocked on the office door.
“Well he’s never used them so I just wanted to check,” Trent said.
The door opened, revealing Dean Jack Jones, a handsome, trim 51 year-old, standing at six feet tall with short, dark hair that was now mostly gray, and a cleanly shaved face that was lined with years of teaching. He wore a slim fitting suit that showcased his tight, lean body and his warm gray eyes sparkled as he smiled at the three men. “Hey Trent, looking good. David, a pleasure as always. And this must be young Paul. Come in.”
“Good to see you Jack,” Trent smiled at his friend.
“Hi Jack,” David said warmly.
“Just give me one second,” Jack said, picking up a walkie talkie, “Hey Pete, can I get a hallway check?”
The walkie talkie crackled and then a gruff voice responded, “Yeah Dean Jones, last of the parents and students leaving now - all clear.”
“Thanks, have a good night,” Jack said.
“You too, over.”
Jack set the walkie down and sat casually on the edge of his desk, “Alright. Have a seat, please.”
“Thanks,” David said, sitting on one of the two chairs opposite the desk and pulling Paul onto his lap.
Trent sat in the second chair and said, “We really appreciate you getting Paul in to Chilton for his Senior year Jack.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jack smiled, “What are a few doctored transcripts between old friends.” Jack turned to Paul and said, “So Paul, I’m sorry we haven’t had a chance to meet before now, but your dads and I thought it would be better if they were here for our first time. How are you liking Chilton?”
“It’s great Sir,” Paul said shyly.
Jack undid his tie and said, “You look nervous Paul. Are you nervous?”
“A little,” Paul said, blushing.
“Your Pop tells me your older brother Greg has been working on submission techniques with you, how’s that going?”
“He gets pretty rough with me,” Paul said, his cheeks coloring bright red.
“Do you enjoy submitting to him?” Jack asked.
“Yes Sir,” Paul said with a grin. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants at the thought of his brother Greg manhandling him and calling him names. He felt his Dad’s cock stiffen under his thigh and subconsciously shifted his weight to entice him.
Jack undid the buttons on his shirt sleeves and collar, “Take off your clothes Paul, let me look at you.”
Paul looked to David, who gave him a nod, then Paul stood up and pulled off his clothes, avoiding eye contact, but watching as Dean Jones removed his shirt. Paul stood naked in front of the shirtless Dean and admired the sight of the older man’s smooth, lean toned body.
Jack stood and stepped close to Paul and ran his hands over the boy’s bare shoulders, tweaked his nipples and smiled at the slight moan that escaped from Paul, then ran his hands down the boy’s stomach and cupped his small, full balls. He took a step back and said “Get on your knees and finish undressing me boy.”
“Yes Sir,” Paul said, sinking to his knees and bending down to remove Jack’s shoes and socks.
Jack looked to Trent and David, “Does he have a safeword… not that I plan on being that rough, but just in case?”
“Red flag,” David replied. “But to my knowledge even Greg hasn’t discovered the boy’s limits yet.”
Paul began unbuckling Jack’s belt and Jack reached down and grabbed the young boy’s chin and stared into his bright green eyes, shining with lust - any trace of nerves or fear had vanished. “Is that so boy? You’ve never used your safeword?”
“I’ve never wanted to, Sir,” Paul said as he pulled the older man’s pants down, revealing his hard, 7 inch cock.
Jack smiled and turned to pull his desk chair out from behind his desk and sat down so that he was in full view of David and Trent. “Lay down over my lap boy. I’ve heard you’ve been doing some naughty things in my school and you need some discipline.” Jack watched as the beautiful, naked teen stood without answering, walked over and obediently laid across the 51 year old man’s lap, careful not to crush the man’s hard cock. Jack rubbed one palm over Paul’s smooth bare ass, and grabbed the boy’s hair with his other fist. “Is it true that you’ve been masturbating on campus during school hours?”
“Yes Sir,” Paul answered. Jack tugged on the boy’s hair roughly and planted a hard smack on his ass. Paul hissed at the pain then said “Thank you Sir.”
“I didn’t ask for your thanks boy,” Jack said and smacked Paul’s ass five quick times, savoring the sight of the boy’s tan ass turning dark red. “Do not speak unless I ask you a question. How often do you masturbate at school, boy?”
“Every day Sir, sometimes twice a day if I can,” Paul answered.
Jack landed three more slaps on the boy’s ass. Paul winced with each slap but Jack could feel the boy was still rock hard. “Is there something in my school that makes you so horny you can’t wait to get home boy?”
“No Sir.”
Jack spanked the boy five more times, “Don’t lie to me boy!” Jack held onto Paul’s hair and yanked him to his feet as he stood from the chair then roughly bent the boy over the desk, causing Paul to cry out.
Paul felt the heat and pan from the rough spanking throb in his ass and his cock was being crushed into the desk. His eyes watered with pain and he looked over to see that his Dad had moved to his knees to suck on his Pop’s cock as his Pop watched the rough display intently.
“Why are you jacking off so much at my school boy?” Jack growled into Paul’s ear.
“I can’t help it, Sir. I’m so horny all the time… I always have been. I need-”
Jack cut Paul off with three hard smacks on his ass. “What do you need, boy?”
“Sex!” Paul cried out, “I need sex all the time! I always have!”
Jack rubbed the boy’s tender ass gently and kissed the tears from his face and whispered, “That’s okay boy, that makes you very special. Stand up boy.”
Paul stood and wiped the tears from his face, he glanced over at his dads. The two men had stripped off their clothes and Pop’s legs were thrown over his Dad’s shoulders while his dad rimmed Pop’s ass. He saw Dean Jones lie back on the desk and lift his legs up, exposing his smooth Daddy hole.
“Come here boy and eat my ass,” Jack instructed.
“Yes Sir!” Paul said, crouching down; he grabbed the older man’s thighs and held firm then eagerly dove in and lapped and tongued the dean’s hole.
“Oh yeah, boy, get in there,” Jack moaned. He turned to look at Trent, who was still getting his own hole rimmed by David, “You’re boy’s a good little ass-muncher Trent.”
“Just like his Father,” Trent smiled back, jerking his fat cock.
David pulled his head up from Trent’s ass to sneak a peek at his son rimming out the dean and said “Make me proud son,” then returned to eating his husband’s hole and jacking his own cock.
“You like how my hole tastes boy?” Jack asked Paul.
Paul looked up and replied “Fuck yes Sir!” Then spit on the dean’s hole and thrust his tongue back in, locking eyes with the older man while he slurped at his hole.
Jack stroked his cock as he stared into the 18 year-old boy’s greedy green eyes and felt the boy’s tongue explore his hole. “Next time you feel like jacking off at school boy, come check if I’m free first. Now get up here and fuck me with the little boy cock of yours. I want you to pump that young cum into my hole.”
“Gladly Sir,” Paul said. He stood up and hawked a mouthful of spit onto his cock to lube it up and then pressed the head against the dean’s hole.
Jack felt the young boy’s cock slowly press into his hole, breaching him with the tip. “That’s it boy, work it in, you won’t hurt me with that little thing.” Jack saw a look of determination come over Paul’s face, followed by a look of ecstasy as the boy thrust his cock into him. “That’s it boy, give it to me.”
“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Paul moaned as he sank his cock into the handsome daddy. He gave a few quick thrusts, finding his rhythm and began pounding away at the older man’s warm, tight hole like the greedy kid he was.
“That’s it boy, fuck my ass, give me that little boy cock,” Jack crowed, feeling Paul’s 5 inch cock thrust against his prostate. Jack watched a sheen of sweat break out across Paul’s forehead as he thrust into him over and over. “That’s right son, fill me up. Just like that.”
“Yes Sir, oh fuck,” Paul cried out, pounding his cock into the older man.
“When’s the last time you were fucked boy?” Jack asked.
Paul continued thrusting, his reply breathy as he fucked the man, “Right before we came in here Sir… I still have my dad’s load in my hole, Ugh!”
“Fuck yeah boy,” Jack moaned. “After you breed me I’m gonna paint your pretty little face with my load. You want that boy? You want me to cum all over your face?”
“Fuck yes!” Jack moaned, feeling his balls tighten as he got close to cumming.
“I think your dads might have another load to shoot on you too,” Jack said as the boy fucked him.
The feel of Jack’s ass squeezing his cock and the thought of his face covered in three loads of daddy cum pushed Paul over the edge. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” Paul cried out and then slammed his hips against the dean, shooting his load into the sexy daddy.
“Good boy!” Jack cried out. “I can feel your little boy cock throbbing in me - cum in me boy! Give it to me!”
“Ugghhhhh!” Paul moaned, filling the man’s hole with his load and then collapsing onto the older man, his sweaty face resting on Jack’s tight abs.
“On your knees boy!” Jack commanded. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face!”
Paul pulled his cock out of the older man’s hole and fell to his knees, panting and exhausted. He felt Jack grab him by the hair again and yank his face up, locking eyes with the older man just as Jack shot his load all over his face.
“Fuck yeah, boy! Open your fucking mouth!” Jack commanded, splashing burst after burst of hot cum onto Paul’s face.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” David groaned and quickly moved to stand next to his kneeling son, shooting his second load onto the boy’s eyes, and hair.
Trent kept jerking his fat cock as he watched David coat Paul’s face, the sight of the young boy covered in two loads of cum pushed him closer to his own orgasim. “Crawl over here son, I’m gonna nut.” Paul locked eyes with him and crawled over on his hands and knees, cum dripping down his face. The boy knelt between Trent’s legs. The enormously tall ginger daddy aimed his cock at Paul’s face. “Ready for your third load son?”
“Yes, Pop. Feed me please.” Paul said and opened his mouth wide.
Trent aimed and felt cum explode from his cock, hitting Paul’s tongue, nose and chin. “Fuuuuckkkk! Ughhh!”
Jack watched Paul wait patiently for his Pop to finish cuming and then began scooping the three loads of Daddy cum off his face, sucking it off his fingers. “Fuck yourself with that cum boy- shove it up your ass,” Jack commanded.
Paul obediently laid on his back, scooped more cum off his face and fingered it into his hole while the three naked daddies stared down at him.
“Good boy,” Jack said, “Welcome to Chilton Academy.”
