Mark rushed home, his mind in turmoil, and immediately jumped into a cold shower. The icy water gradually cleared his head, bringing with it the mortifying memory of his encounter with Alex.
“Damn it!” He slammed his fist against the shower wall. “What the hell is wrong with me? How could I do something so stupid?” Could he actually be attracted to men? No, impossible. He'd always had a strong attraction to women. How could the mere sight of a naked boy…? The image of Alex’s cock flashed in his mind – thick, dark, at least nine inches long, standing at attention, the tip a deep purple, heavy balls swaying beneath… Mark realized, with a jolt, that even under the cold spray, his own cock was stirring. He quickly shut off the water and bolted from the shower.
Megan, humming cheerfully, walked through the front door. “Honey, you home?” she called, kicking off her shoes. She walked into the living room to find Mark, clad only in his boxer briefs, sitting dazedly on the sofa. His hair was wet, water dripping down his sculpted chest, beading on his nipples.
Megan felt a familiar warmth spread through her. Even after five years of marriage, the sight of her husband’s body still made her blush. “Honey, why aren’t you dressed? You’ll catch a cold.” She turned to fetch him some clothes.
Suddenly, Mark stood up and walked towards her. Before she could react, he scooped her up and carried her to the dining table, placing her on top. “Mark! What are you doing?” she exclaimed. He didn’t answer, ripping at her clothes instead.
Shocked, Megan tried to push him away. “Mark, it’s the middle of the day! This isn’t right…” But Mark seemed not to hear, tearing open her blouse, his rough hands cupping her breasts.
A gasp escaped her lips. Her body tingled with a sudden rush of desire. “Mark…at least…the bedroom…ahh!” Before she could finish, his fingers pinched her nipples, sending a wave of heat through her. She melted against him, her face flushed. “Oh…gentler…”
After a brief, almost perfunctory caress, he pushed her back onto the table, hiking her skirt up around her waist. Without bothering to remove her panties, he spread her legs and thrust inside.
“Mark…a condom…” she gasped. He hadn’t bothered with any foreplay, but the earlier stimulation had left her wet. He didn’t reply, just kept pounding into her.
“Oh god…Mark…yes…” He seemed unusually aggressive today. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, gazing up at his handsome face. She was already close.
But Mark felt a growing sense of frustration. The pleasure wasn't the same as it used to be. He looked down at his beautiful wife, her face flushed with passion, and felt…empty. He shook his head, refusing to believe he was losing interest in women. He gritted his teeth and fucked her harder.
Megan climaxed quickly, but Mark felt no urge to cum himself. He pulled out, feeling deflated. Megan, still lost in the afterglow, didn't notice his unusual quietness.
In the days that followed, Mark avoided Alex at school, trying to minimize any contact. But Alex, whether intentionally or not, kept appearing near him, never speaking, just brushing past. And every time, Mark caught a whiff of Alex’s sweat. A scent he’d usually find unpleasant now held a strange allure, drawing him in.
The last time they’d passed each other in the hallway, Mark felt his cock stir. He began to suspect Alex had done something to him. He wanted to confront the boy, demand answers, but he was held back by a mixture of fear – of Alex’s family’s influence, and of his own increasingly disturbing reactions. In the end, he decided to take a leave of absence, hoping to escape the situation.
After a few days at home, the strange sensations subsided. Mark told himself he was fine. That afternoon, he decided to go to the gym. His daily workouts were the reason he maintained his physique.
As he entered the locker room, an employee stopped him. “Mr. Davis, could you come to the front desk? There’s a form we need you to fill out.” Mark agreed, putting his bag down and heading out.
As he returned, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. His heart tightened, but he quickly dismissed it as his imagination. He hurried back into the locker room, changed, and grabbed his water bottle and towel, heading towards the treadmills.
As he started his warm-up, he began to relax, focusing on his workout. Then, a voice startled him. “Well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Davis.” Mark turned to see Alex standing beside him, a smirk on his face. Mark stumbled, nearly losing his footing on the treadmill. “Alex! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in class!” he managed, trying to sound stern.
“I’m sick,” Alex replied casually. “Taking a personal day. Thought I’d work on my fitness.”
Unsure how to deal with the boy, Mark ignored him and resumed his run. Alex said nothing more, simply climbed onto the treadmill next to Mark and started running as well.
Mark tried to put the unsettling encounter out of his mind. He ran for a long time, then stopped, grabbing his water bottle and taking a long swig, oblivious to the knowing smirk on Alex’s face.
Soon, the familiar scent of Alex’s sweat drifted over to him, stronger than before. It was laced with something musky, something…sexual. Mark couldn’t help himself. He turned his head slightly, inhaling deeply. He saw that Alex’s cock was half-hard, swaying rhythmically with each stride. Mark couldn’t tear his gaze away. Alex, noticing Mark’s reaction, grinned and reached down to adjust himself.
Mark felt a wave of heat wash over him, his legs turning to jelly. He was drenched in sweat. He felt an itching, a tingling sensation in his ass, like ants crawling beneath his skin.
I can’t…I can’t do this anymore…I’m going to lose it… He forced himself to stop, grabbed his things, and practically staggered out of the gym, not even bothering to change. Alex’s eyes followed him hungrily as he followed Mark out of the gym.
Alex watched the scene unfold, his blood rushing south. His cock hardened, straining against his soccer shorts. “Mr. Davis? Are you alright?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Mark struggled to open his eyes. “I…I don’t feel well…you…you should leave…”
Alex took another step closer. “Now, now, Mr. Davis, don’t be silly. It’s a student’s duty to help his teacher.”
Mark leaned back against the shower wall, his chest heaving, his strong legs spreading slightly in a futile attempt to relieve the growing itch in his ass.
Alex watched as the usually composed, impeccably dressed PE teacher flushed with desire, his body unconsciously offering itself up. A thrill of power surged through him. “I’m getting my clothes all wet,” he said innocently. “Do you mind if I take them off?” He proceeded to strip, leaving only his tight, black boxer briefs.
“No…don’t…” Mark tried to protest, but the sight of Alex’s young, tanned, leanly muscled body, especially the prominent bulge in his briefs, made him breathless.
Alex looked down at Mark, his eyes raking over his body. His gaze lingered on Mark’s groin. “Mr. Davis,” he said, feigning surprise. “Are you…hard? That’s quite a boner you’ve got there.” He lifted his foot and nudged Mark’s cock.
A jolt of pleasure shot through Mark. He groaned involuntarily, a spurt of precum leaking from the tip of his cock. Shame washed over him. He’d just pre-cummed in front of his student. “Alex…I’m…I’m fine…just go…”
Alex, instead of leaving, nudged Mark’s ass with his foot. Another moan escaped Mark’s lips. “Alex! Get…get out!”
Alex chuckled and yanked down his boxers. A thick, dark, nine-inch cock sprang free, spraying two jets of precum onto Mark’s face.
The musky scent filled the air, and Mark’s body went limp. He stared at Alex’s cock, a hungry look in his eyes.
Alex grinned, pressing his cock against Mark’s cheek. “You seem fascinated by it, Mr. Davis. You have one too, you know.” He slapped Mark’s face lightly with his cock, smearing precum across his skin.
Mark wanted to push the offending object away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then he heard Alex say, “My cock isn’t just for show, Mr. Davis. It tastes good too. And it’s getting hard. Wanna try it?”
Mark, completely enthralled, instinctively opened his mouth, taking the head of Alex’s cock inside.
“Oh, fuck…yes…” Alex groaned, thrusting his cock deeper into Mark’s mouth.
Mark’s mouth filled with a salty, musky taste. Precum coated his tongue, but his desire overwhelmed any sense of disgust. His face flushed, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't dare look at his student as he began sucking eagerly.
“Fuck, Mr. Davis, you’re a natural. Never sucked a cock before, but you’re already a pro. Born to serve a man’s cock, aren't you?” Alex groaned, relishing the attention.
“Mmm…” Mark’s mouth was full, his nostrils filled with the scent of Alex’s pubic hair. He could only make muffled sounds, but the hard-on straining against his boxers betrayed his true feelings.
After a while, Alex pulled out, wiping a string of saliva from Mark’s chin. “You’ve been a good boy, Mr. Davis. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor. Anywhere you want my big cock to…help you out?” he asked, his voice dripping with insinuation.
Mark felt the insistent itch in his ass. He desperately wanted Alex to relieve it, but shame kept him silent.
Alex, seeing Mark’s squirming, smirked. “Let me guess. Your ass is itching, isn’t it? You want my cock to make it all better?” At Alex’s words, another spurt of precum leaked from Mark’s cock. He hung his head, unable to meet Alex’s gaze.
Alex grabbed his cock. “Consider it done, Mr. Davis. Now, turn around and show me that pretty ass of yours. Let me see what’s wrong.”
Mark’s legs were weak, but he managed to stand and turn his back to Alex.
“Bend over. Spread those cheeks,” Alex ordered.
Mark trembled, but slowly bent over, bracing himself against the shower door, his head bowed.
Alex grinned, ripping Mark’s boxers in half, exposing his ass.
Mark’s hole was a pale pink, twitching and glistening with precum. The sight sent a wave of lust through Alex. He pressed the head of his cock against Mark's entrance. “Don’t worry, Mr. Davis. I’ll take good care of that tight little ass.” He thrust hard.
Mark gasped, a sharp pain quickly replaced by intense pleasure. “Oh…oh god…yes…”
Alex gripped Mark’s ass, pounding into him. “Fuck, you’re tight, Mr. Davis. A virgin ass. Who would’ve thought a big guy like you would be so…tight?”
Mark was overwhelmed. The crude insults mixed with the relentless fucking ignited a strange, forbidden pleasure deep within him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Ah… I… I can’t… gonna cum…” Before the words were fully out, his cock erupted, thick ropes of semen splattering onto the shower floor.
Alex slapped Mark’s ass hard. “Fuck! You slutty teacher, getting off just from being fucked? What good is that useless cock of yours, huh?”
“Ah… Alex…” Mark groaned, his body swaying with the impact. He gripped the shower door tightly to keep from collapsing.
“Horny teacher,” Alex slowed his pace but deepened his thrusts, hitting bottom with each stroke. “Your student is working hard, using his big cock to scratch that itch for you. Don’t you think you should say something?”
“Ah… I don’t know… it feels too good…”
“Here, repeat after me: Thank you, student, for fucking my horny hole with your big cock!”
“Ah… it’s not a hole…” Mark protested weakly, clinging to a shred of defiance.
“Not a hole? You suck cock like you were born for it. What else would you call it?” Alex sneered.
“Mmmph…” Mark, though completely wrecked, still refused to yield.
Seeing this, Alex abruptly pulled out.
“Ah!” The sudden emptiness shocked Mark. He turned, seeing Alex holding his cock, watching him.
“Mmm… Alex… put it back in…” Mark couldn’t stand it. His face burned as he whimpered, wriggling his hips, begging Alex to continue.
“My cock only fucks holes. If you say it’s not one, then I won’t fuck it.” Alex made a move as if to leave.
“Don’t…” Mark panicked. He bit his lip, hesitating for a long moment before whispering, his voice trembling, “It’s… a hole…”
“Louder. Say the whole thing!” Alex demanded.
“Mmm… It’s a hole… please, Alex… use your big cock… fuck my hole… scratch the itch… I can’t take it…” Mark finally broke, sobbing as he shouted the words.
“That’s my good boy.” Alex slammed back into him.
“Ah… Big cock… feels so good…” Having crossed that line, Mark felt a strange release. “Alex… you fuck so good… I can’t…”
“Acting all high and mighty in class, yelling at us… never thought you were such a fucking slut underneath,” Alex growled, his hips pounding relentlessly into Mark’s ass, churning their fluids into a white froth.
“Ah… I’m a whore… your big student cock feels so good in my hole…” Mark cried out, his large pecs jiggling with each thrust.
Alex grabbed Mark’s chest, pinching his hardened nipples. “These tits are so big. Do you let other guys play with them? Your nipples are hard as rocks.” He twisted them sharply.
“Aahhh… no one… touches them… just… from the gym… ah… stop… it feels too good…” Mark threw his head back, mouth open, drool trickling down his chin.
“Fuck!” Aroused by Mark’s blatant display, Alex pushed him down onto the wet shower floor, hooking Mark’s legs over his shoulders and fucking him from above.
“Ohh… no… Alex… please… let me rest… too hard…” Mark pleaded, completely spent.
“No way, slutty teacher. Can’t handle this? How are you going to service the rest of the boys in class later?” Alex thrust harder, distorting the shape of Mark’s firm ass cheeks.
“Oohh…” Mark tried to protest, but Alex’s relentless fucking reduced him to broken syllables.
A moment later, Mark heard a faint clicking sound. He forced his eyes open and saw Alex holding his phone, recording him.
“Don’t… record… ah…” Mark weakly lifted an arm to cover his face.
“Why not? I’m doing you a favor, but what if you try to deny it later? Gotta get proof of what a horny slut you are.” Alex grinned triumphantly, pulling Mark’s arm away from his face.
Mark knew how damaging this could be, but he was utterly powerless, his entire focus consumed by the thick cock violating his body. He could only lie there, helpless, as Alex filmed.
After another half hour of fucking, Alex felt himself nearing climax. “Slut, I’m gonna shoot my load deep inside you, alright?”
“No… pull out…” Mark whispered feebly, but his protest was futile.
“Ah… you bitch… take it… swallow it all!” Alex roared, burying his cock as deep as it would go, pumping burst after burst of hot semen into Mark’s violated hole.
Watching his cum slowly seep from Mark’s gaping ass, Alex nodded in satisfaction. He snapped a few more explicit photos before finally pulling out. “Well, Mr. Davis, I gotta go. No need to thank me, just doing my student duty. Next time your hole gets itchy, just let me know. I’ll fuck that pretty ass of yours until it’s swollen shut.” With a final smirk, Alex turned and left, leaving Mark sprawled on the shower floor, sticky, trembling, and utterly drained.
