The week following Parent/Teacher night at school, Paul received an updated schedule in first period, alerting him that his fourth period study hall had been replaced with something called “Office Duties” and that he was to report to the office instead of study hall. Paul felt his heart sink - fourth period study hall was his go-to time to sneak away for a mid-day jerk-off session… if he had to go all day without some kind of release, it would be torture - and not the fun kind he enjoyed with his older brother Greg. After third period ended Paul made his way through the crowded halls to the office, hoping that his exploits of fucking Dean Jones last week would tempt the Dean into fixing this new schedule. When Paul arrived in the office he was told that Dean Jones was out of the office making rounds, and to report to Coach Koch’s office. Frustrated with his bad luck, Paul made his way toward the athletics complex where the gym and coaches’ offices were located.
Paul knocked on the door to Coach Koch’s office and was greeted by Coach Koch. The sight of the 32 year-old, 6’2, muscular, dark-skinned football god, wearing his usual tight polo and pants that showcased his bulging muscles and unmistakably large cock, sent a hot flash through Paul’s horny 18 year-old body.
“Hey Paul, come on in,” Coach Koch said in his deep voice, opening the door for Paul.
Paul entered and was surprised to see Dean Jones sitting on the edge of the desk. Dean Jones motioned to an empty chair opposite the desk and said “Hi Paul, have a seat.”
Paul heard Coach Koch shut and lock the door behind him. Paul felt nervous as he sat in the chair in the locked room. Coach Koch took a seat on the desk next to Dean Jones. Paul looked up at the two older men, both smiling at him like he was a freshly-baked dessert. His palms began to sweat and he nervously asked “Did I do something wrong?”
The coach and the dean chuckled and Dean Jones said “Not at all boy.”
Paul’s 5 inch cock surged at the sound of the dean calling him “boy.” His thoughts flashed back to last week, the memory of him fucking the handsome, 51 year-old silver daddy on the dean’s desk while his Dad and Pop watched. Images of the dean’s slim, toned hairy chest, glistening with sweat, his lined face warm but hard as he’d commanded the young boy to fuck him harder and harder.
“Coach Koch told me you were interested in becoming the new manager for the football team,” Dean Jones began. “And since his office hours are during your free fourth period, I thought you working in here with him would be a better alternative to you sneaking off to the closed bathrooms and jacking off by yourself.” Dean Jones smiled at the sight of the boy’s eyes growing wide and face blushing at the mention of his “secret” daily jack-off sessions. “Don’t worry boy, Coach Koch and I have played together a lot, and given how well-endowed he is and what an expert you are at handling large cock, I figured it was an arrangement everyone would enjoy.”
“Assuming you enjoy black dick,” Coach Koch interjected. “Not everyone is a fan of big black cock, and my cock is quite big.” Coach Koch squeezed the bulge in his pants.
“I…” Paul swallowed nervously, “I love all cock… Sir.”
“Told you,” Dean Jones said to Coach Koch.
“You can call me ‘Coach’; no need for Sir with me,” Coach Koch said.
Dean Jones’s walkie-talkie crackled to life “Dean Jones please report to room 207.” He picked up the device and said “On my way.” He looked to Coach Koch and said “Hopefully this will be quick,” then looked at Paul and said “You’re in good hands boy.”
Coach watched the dean exit and listened for him to check that the door was still locked, when he heard the door knob rattle, the door firmly shut he turned his gaze back to the cute tan, blond 18 year-old twink, still nervously fidgeting in his chair. Coach looked into the boy’s green eyes, “Come here Paul.” Paul stood and stepped closer, allowing Coach to put his large hands on the boy’s shoulders. “You’re a beautiful boy Paul. Do you know how beautiful you are?” Paul smiled but didn’t reply. “Dean Jones told me about the relationship you have with your family… He said you’re a Daddy’s boy. Is that true?”
“I love my Dad and my Pop, and my brother too,” Paul said.
“I know a lot of older men who have pretty boys of their own,” Coach went on, stroking Paul's face. “Not all of them like to share their boys with other men.
“My family knows I need a lot of sex; my brother Greg says that’s my kink. Everyone has a kink he says.”
“So your kink is being a cum slut?” Coach teased, massaging the back of Paul’s neck.
Paul locked eyes with the sexy athlete and said “Absolutely.”
Coach leaned in and kissed Paul with his full lips, softly. “That’s a good kink to have.” He kissed the boy again, deeper this time, working his tongue into Paul’s mouth, while he placed the boy’s hand on the outline of his cock through his pants. He felt Paul begin to massage his cock through his pants. Coach broke off the kiss and said “Get on your knees and show me how much of my big black cock you can swallow with that pretty little white mouth.”
Paul grinned and sank to his knees, quickly unbuttoning Coach’s pants and pulling out the stud’s thick 11 inch cock. “Wow… I’ve never seen a cock that’s bigger than my Dad’s.” Paul began to suck on the head teasingly, slapping it against his tongue.
“Show me what you can do, white boy,” Coach commanded and watched as Paul expertly swallowed the entire length of his cock, angling his head to get it down his throat and burying his face in the man’s pubes, looking up at him with watery green eyes, then pulled back, and swallowed again, bobbing up and down on the giant cock. “Oh hell,” Coach groaned, “You are a hungry little cock slut.”
Paul pulled back and stroked Coach's cock, using his saliva as lube, said “My Daddy trained me well Coach,” and then began sucking the huge cock again.
“Fuck yeah he did,” Coach said, putting his hands on the back of Paul’s head. He stood, shoving his cock down Paul’s throat, causing the boy to cough and began to fuck his face. “Suck my cock white boy! Taste that black dick - it’s what you were fucking made for!” Coach continued to fuck the teen’s throat for a five minutes, and then pulled the boy off of his dick, saying “Take off your clothes white boy and bend over my desk so I can ram my cock up your little white ass.”
“Yes Coach,” Paul replied, taking off his clothes.
Coach quickly went to his desk and pulled out a bottle of lube and some poppers. Paul bent over the desk naked and reached behind and pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. “Fuck yeah, you greedy little slut.” Coach set the poppers by Paul’s face “You’re gonna need these.” He walked behind the boy and spread some lube on his hole, and worked a long, thick finger in.
Paul moaned and the feeling of Coach fingering his hole and groaning “More Coach.”
Coach worked a second finger into the boy’s hole and said “Oh I’ll give you plenty more white boy.” Paul took two hits from the poppers and began pushing his hips back to fuck himself on Coach’s fingers. Coach worked a third finger into the boy and Paul began to grunt and whimper. “Damn you are a good little cock slut. Can I take a video to send to some friends - we love to play with little white boys like you.”
Paul was desperate for Coach to keep going and moaned “Anything you want Coach.”
Coach felt the boy’s prostate and pressed hard against it with his three fingers, causing Paul to gasp and moan like a whore in heat, and asked “Oh yeah? Anything?”
Paul kept fucking himself on Coach’s fingers and moaned, “Please fuck me Coach, I need your cock!”
“Good boy” Coach said, then pulled his fingers out of the teen and laid his big black cock on the boy’s back. It looked like it covered almost half of Paul’s back. Coach grabbed his phone and started filming. “Take some more poppers and spread those cheeks white boy.” He heard Paul take a few hits from the poppers and then watched the boy spread his hole. Coach lined his cock up against Paul’s hole and pressed the head in, catching Paul’s moans on camera and then shoved the rest of his 11 inches into the slim, toned boy’s ass, moaning “Oh fuck yeah white boy!”
“Fuck me coach!” Paul begged.
Coach began pulling his cock out to the tip and slamming back in, filming how Paul’s tight teen hole swallowed his giant cock. “You like that big black dick boy?”
“I love it Coach,” Paul moaned, “Fuck me please!”
Coach stopped recording and put his phone down, then grabbed Paul’s small hips and began plowing his cock into the boy, slamming him against the desk. “You ever been fucked by a black cock before boy?”
“Yes Coach!” Paul moaned “I fucking love it!”
Coach kept slamming into him “You ever been fucked by a group of black men boy?”
“No Coach! But I want it, I want all of it!” Paul moaned.
“Oh fuck yeah you do you fucking slut! My friends are gonna love breeding this white boy pussy!”
Paul felt the giant cock wrecking his hole, pushing against his prostate - his balls tightening up and he begged and moaned “Fuck yes Coach, I want it! I want it all! Fill me with your cum!”
“Here it comes boy!” Coach moaned, slamming his cock into the twink over and over. “I’m gonna fill your little white hole up with all this nut!”
“I’m gonna cum Coach!” Paul moaned and felt his cock begin to shoot against the desk.
Coach felt the boy’s hole grip his cock and he slammed into Paul,pumping his own load deep inside. “Take that nut boy! Take it!” When he felt the last of his cum shoot into the twink he paused and held his cock in the boy, catching his breath and then pulled out. “Fuck that was hot. Come on, let’s go hit the showers, then it’s time to get to work.”
After school Paul sat outside playing on his phone. Richie hasn’t been at school so his normal ride home wasn’t an option and it would be at least an hour before anyone else could pick him up. He looked up to see Byron pull up in his BMW.
“Need a ride cutie?” Byron asked with his perfect smile. He looked like a teen dream with his dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes.
“You don’t mind?” Paul asked.
“I offered, didn't I? He said with a laugh. “Come on, get in.”
Paul climbed into Byron’s car and tried not to stare at the bulge in Byron’s shorts. They chatted comfortably on the drive to Paul’s house; Paul was surprised at how easy the star jock was to talk to. When they arrived at the mansion Byron asked if he could come in and use the restroom and Paul obliged.
“Nice place,” Byron said as Paul showed him to the bathroom. “My Dad had always wanted to move to this neighborhood but it’s super hard to get into.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Paul smiled. “I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”
Byron shut the bathroom door, took a long piss, did a few bumps of coke and checked his reflection in the mirror- perfect. He found Paul sitting in the living room and took a seat next to him, putting his hand on the boy’s thigh. “How come you’ve never gone out with me? Don’t you like me?”
Paul hated how sexy the other teen’s cocky confidence was. “To be fair, you’ve never asked me out… not really. Besides, I don’t really date.”
“Why not?” Byron asked, wrapping an arm around Paul. “Getting plenty of action at home?”
Paul’s cheeks heated, “What do you mean?”
A dark hungry look came over Byron “I saw you and your dads in the school bathroom on Parent/Teacher night. I watched them spit-roast you like a whore in heat. I jacked off in the stall watching it.” He took Paul’s hand and placed it on the rock hard bulge in his shorts. “I’m hard now thinking about it.”
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Paul whispered, his own cock growing hard.
Byron leaned in close. “Maybe you should give me something new to think about when I’m jacking off before I go to sleep,” Byron taunted and then began to suck on Paul’s ear.
Paul moaned and squeezed Byron’s cock through his shorts, desperate to suck it, to ride it, to feel it throb and fill him with cum. “My family will be home soon.”
“Good,” Byron said, pushing Paul onto his back and climbing on top of him, “They can watch me fuck you.” Byron kissed Paul roughly, shoving his tongue into the boy’s mouth and tugging at his clothes.
From his office, Paul’s “Pop” Trent watched the scene between Paul and his new sexy friend unfold, rock hard at the thought that the dark haired jock had no idea his every move and word had been captured by the hidden cameras Trent had planted throughout the property. The 42 year old daddy had been alerted the minute the jock’s car had pulled into the driveway and he’d watched the jock’s every move, from taking a piss from his sizable cock and doing some drugs in the bathroom to not so subtly seducing/blackmailing his sexually eager son. The boy was just Trent’s type, young, hung and cocky. Exactly the type of budding Alpha he’d love to train to fuck him on command or take his 6 inch cock, that he’d pumped with fillers to a girth of
8 inches.
When Trent and his husband had first taken in their older son Greg when he was 18, Trent had loved watching the Dom jock struggle over and over as Trent gradually taught him to take his fist and then his unnaturally fat cock, but over time Greg’s dominant side grew stronger and now he was only good for fucking Trent. Trent had been pleased at his new, younger son Paul’s uncanny ability to open both his mouth and ass wide enough for Trent to use him, but the boy was too sweet for Trent to fully enjoy- not enough fight. Now Trent watched and waited. He’d already called Greg and instructed him to go home and verify the young jock’s age, figure out what drugs he was taking and determine if the boy would be a proper challenge. Trent continued to stroke his cock and spy on the two teen boys as they kissed passionately and pulled at each other's clothes off clumsily until they were both naked on the couch, kissing and humping against each other.
“I want to suck your cock,” Paul begged in a breathy voice. Byron pulled away and leaned back against the arm of the sofa. Paul took in the sight of the 18 year-old jock, his strong, ripped body, tuft of dark chest hair and the thick 8 inch cock sticking out of a full, dark bush, the tip leaking precum. “Fuck you’re hot.” Paul said, crawling over and taking Byron’s cock in hand.
“Most guys our age can’t swallow it all” Byron said, biting his bottom lip. Paul smiled wickedly and then expertly swallowed Byron’s cock down to the hilt, burying his nose in Byron’s pubes. “Oh fuck!” Byron gasped. He grabbed Paul’s head and began fucking the blonde twink’s face.
Outside, Greg parked his motorcycle down the street from the mansion and called Trent. “Hey Pop, I’m here.”
“Good boy,” Trent replied, stroking his cock slowly and watching on the screen as Paul moved from sucking the dark-haired jock’s cock and lifted the young boy’s legs to lick the jock’s hole. Trent watched the jock’s face twist with pleasure as he moaned and gave his hole over to Paul’s eager tongue. “You know what to do son. Make me proud,” Trent said.
“Yes Sir Pop,” Greg replied then hung up the phone to quietly enter the house.
Byron was in heaven as he felt Paul’s tongue thrust and lick at his tight hole. He couldn’t believe his luck at finding this dirty cock slut and he couldn’t wait to fuck him and show him what it was like to be with a real stud instead of those older guys who’d used him in the school bathroom. He was so lost in pleasure he didn’t hear Greg sneak into the living room.
“Who’s your friend little bro?” Greg asked.
“Shit!” Byron yelped, sitting up quickly and covering his hard-on with a pillow.
Paul sat back and wiped his mouth “Hi Greg. This is Byron… he gave me a ride from school.”
Greg quickly pulled off his tank top and gym shorts and stood before the two teens completely naked “Mind if I join you stud?”
Byron looked up at the 25 year-old personal trainer with curly brown hair. His 5 '8 frame was muscular but not bulging and completely shredded and smooth - exactly Byron’s type. Byron’s eyes grew wide when he saw Greg’s cock was even bigger than his, a thick 9 inches with large heavy balls, begging to shoot a ton of cum.
“Hand me his pants Paul and get on your knees,” Greg instructed firmly.
“Hey!” Byron objected as Paul dutifully snatched up his pants and handed him to his hot, naked older brother before kneeling in front of the older jock.
Greg pulled out Byron’s ID and held it up in the air and said “18.” Then he fished Byron’s vial of coke out of the teen jock’s pocket. Byron watched in stunned silence as Greg did two bumps and said “Coke… good stuff”
“I didn’t know he had that,” Paul stammered quickly.
“How did you…?” Byron started but Greg cut him off.
“Lose the pillow stud and we can have some real fun,” Greg said and handed the vial to Byron. “Take a few bumps and then eat my brother’s hole while he sucks my cock. Get him nice and ready so we can fuck him together.”
Byron couldn’t decide if he should fight back on principle or go with the flow; he took the vial and did two more bumps as he watched Greg lie on his back on the floor; Paul crawled down and knelt between his older brother’s legs, keeping his ass in the air, and began sucking on Greg’s large, meaty cock. Byron felt the coke surge through him as he knelt down behind Paul and spread the 18 year old twink’s tan, firm ass cheeks.
“Don’t hold back stud,” Greg said, looking up at Byron while shoving Paul’s head down roughly so that he choked on his cock. “He loves it rough.”
Paul sucked his brother’s cock and reached up to squeeze Greg’s nipples. He felt Byron’s tongue lick against his hole and then felt the jock’s face bury in him, the boy’s tongue thrusting in him. Paul moaned with pleasure and felt Greg grip his hair tightly and say “That’s right fag… suck my cock while he gets your greedy little hole ready. You fucking love this don’t you? Being used like the little cock whore you are?” Paul moaned onto Greg’s cock and pressed his ass back against Byron’s face. Greg yanked his head up off his cock and Paul stared into his older brother’s dark brown eyes. Greg spit on his face and said “Stay put whore.”
Greg stood up and grabbed a bottle of lube and Byron’s vial of coke, watching as his brother continued to moan as the other teen kept eating his ass. Greg knelt beside Byron and asked “You ready for some real fun stud?” Byron lifted his head out of Paul’s ass and grinned. “Hold still Paul,” Greg instructed and then poured some of the coke onto the top of his brother’s ass and then snorted it off.
“Fuck yeah!” Byron cheered and knelt next to Paul’s side. “My turn!”
“Here you go,” Greg said, sprinkling more coke on Paul then standing up. Byron quickly snorted it and looked up to see Greg’s cock in his face. Greg smiled as the muscular teen jock quickly began sucking on his cock without needing instruction. Greg dropped the lube next to Paul’s face and said “Lube him up fag. I want to watch you ride his jock cock while he blows me.”
Paul grabbed the lube and worked some into his hole with one hand and lubed up Byron’s hard, 8 inch cock with the other. He shoved three of his own fingers in his hole while he stroked Byron’s cock, eager to ride his hot classmate.
“Get on that dick fag!” Greg commanded.
“Yes Master Greg,” Paul said and straddled Byron’s cock, careful not to interfere with the teen jock sucking his dom brother’s 9 inch cock.
Byron felt like he was in a porn, sucking the ripped 25 year old’s huge cock while the 18 year old blonde twink crawled on his lap to ride him. He felt Paul line the head of his cock against his pucker and then the sweet relief of the boy’s tight, warm hole sinking down on his cock. “Oh fuck yeah!” Byron moaned, feeling Paul bottom out on his cock. Paul began to rock up and down on his cock and he felt Greg shove his own cock back into his mouth, causing him to choke a bit.
“How’s his hole feel, stud?” Greg asked, pulling his dick out of Byron’s mouth and slapping it against the side of his face.
“So fucking good,” Byron moaned.
“I love your cock,” Paul moaned and kissed Byron deeply, shoving his tongue into the jock’s mouth.
Greg stroked his cock and watched the two teens make out, Paul bouncing up and down on Byron’s cock. He knelt down behind Paul and lined his cock up against his little brother's already stuffed hole. “Take a deep breath fag,” Greg commanded and then began to work his cock in and double stuff the 18 year-old’s ass.
“Uhhhhhh fuck! Fuck!” Paul cried out when Greg's 9 inch cock slide in next to Byron's 8 inch cock already in him.
Byron felt Greg’s cock squeeze next to his and looked up, “Oh shit! Are you? Fuck I can feel your cock!”
Greg wrapped one hand around Paul's mouth, roughly shoving his fingers into the boy’s mouth and then leaned in and kissed Byron deeply, shoving his tongue into the teen jock’s mouth while dominating his little brother’s mouth with his fingers.
Paul couldn't take it anymore. The two massive cocks fucking his overly stretched hole, ramming his prostate, and the feeling of his brother roughly shoving his fingers in his mouth pushed the twink over the edge. He moaned like a whore onto Greg's fingers and shot his load onto Byron's chest and neck.
“Fuck yeah faggot!” Greg cheered. “Cum for me!”
“Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!” Byron groaned and shot his load into Paul's ass, coating Greg's cock.
Greg felt the teen jock’s cock throb against his own and felt his own load erupt, mixing with Byron's cum inside Paul. “Take it! Take my cum!”
“Fuuuuuckkkk!” Paul wailed, feeling the two cocks throb and shoot in his stretched hole. “Greg!”
“Shhhhhh… I got you. I got you.” Greg whispered, stroking Paul's sweaty face and kissing his neck. “I got you bro.”
“Holy shit,” Byron panted, “that was so fucking hot.”
“Tell him how amazing he is and then slowly pull out when you're ready.” Greg said to Byron. “You always take care of your bottom.”
Greg gave a quick nod and then kissed Paul gently and said “That was so hot! You're so amazing Paul.”
Paul whimpered and nuzzled his face into Byron's, both covered in sweat. He felt Byron begin to pull his cock out and whined “Mmmmm, uggh.”
When Greg felt Byron pull Paul close to him and continued to kiss and pet his exhausted, sweaty little brother.
Byron got dressed, watching the two brothers cuddle in their own post sex haze, then left and got in his car and drove home. He felt like he was on cloud nine. He'd thought maybe he'd get a blowjob or a quick fuck, but that had been the hottest experience of his young life. When he pulled up to his house he felt his phone vibrate and saw he had a new text from an unknown number. There was a video and message that said “be good to Paul or else.” Byron pressed play and felt his stomach drop as he watched a video of himself and Paul and Greg, only their faces had been blurred out, with Byron eating ass, doing coke off the ass and sucking a giant cock.
