Graduation coincided with the first day of summer. It was a glorious one, full sunshine with comfortable temperatures. The graduating class was ecstatic. Earlier in the week rain had been predicted. They had collectively hoped and prayed for an outdoor graduation rather than in the gymnasium. There were more seats available out at the football field than in the gymnasium, where the ceremony would otherwise have been held. Instead of two guests per student they were now each allowed four bleacher tickets, although there was no limit on how many could stand and watch from outside the fence. There was excitement tinged with a bit of sadness. This was the last time they would all collectively gather. While some would remain close, others would inevitably drift apart. Many were headed for college in the coming fall and having their first taste of independence. Others, like Gage Bramble, would forever be stuck in this industrial town.
Marc Hauser was one who had secured himself a free pass to a prestigious school up north with a great record in athletics. Marc was fabulous on the basketball court and not too shabby on the football field, either. As much as he anticipated college life and his first time away from the homestead, Marc was just as enthusiastic about the summer ahead. He fully intended to make the most of the next few months. And earn some extra spending money.
His biggest challenge at the moment had been deciding who he most wanted in the stands alongside his father when he received his diploma. In the end he left the choices up to Buck. There were a score of the boy's admirers who would like to have been there. Much as he detested her Buck would have offered a ticket to Marc's errant mother, but she was gallivanting around the countryside in a mobile home with some creep and incommunicado. Instead he settled on Ralph, long-time friend and the owner of the bar he worked, Ralph's brother Georgie and loveable trucker Denny Burkhardt. A good many of the other men who knew Marc intimately had their own sons graduating and would be present anyway. Others like Dickie Amalfatano, Clayton Hoyt, Bobby Bonerz and a good many of the bar trade were huddled alongside the fence at the far end of the field. Buck was surprised to see Ivan, sole heir to the estate of creepy old Marek Stankovich, who had recently passed. Buck and Marc had paid his respects at the grave site. So had a few of the other local men, all of them looking a bit sheepish at having attended. Buck wondered how many of them old Stank had given their first blow job, just as he had done to him.
The ceremony got under way. It was a lot of pomp and circumstance, with long-winded speeches and some singing. Eventually they got to the dispensing of the diplomas. Buck felt a swell of pride when he heard his son's name called and Marc strode across to Principal Whethers. There was a raucous hooting and hollering from outside the stands and a good deal more clapping for Marc than most of the other students. His son was outrageously popular, in more ways than just his sports acumen. When things came to an end caps were tossed into the air and the graduating class exploded into jubilant celebration. Buck felt a twinge of melancholy. How great it must feel to them to begin an exciting new phase in their lives. He remembered his own elation on the day he graduated from this very same school. It seemed so long ago.
There was much confusion as the bleachers emptied and family sought to connect with their graduate. Georgie spotted Marc first and shouted out to him above the melee of the crowd. Marc saw them, smiled widely and fought his way over in his shapeless gown. He dove on Buck, throwing his arms over his broad shoulders and pinning his thighs around his father's waist. Buck's hands instinctively went to Marc's bouncing buttocks to hold him up. It was just for a moment as his son hugged and planted a wet kiss on his stubbly jaw. He cheerfully embraced Ralph and Georgie, who copped a quick feel of ass, and Dennis, no easy feat considering his formidable girth. Passers-by congratulated both Marc and Buck.
Once off the field Marc was accosted by the bar crew. Each one had known him from birth. And had fucked him on more than one occasion. Marc shook hands and accepted hugs and congrats. Ivan stepped forward, offering his own congratulations and presented a sealed envelope. Marc was later to learn that it contained a note from dearly departed Marek Stankovich and a check for one thousand dollars! Stank had truly adored the boy.
Marc parted from his well-wishers promising he would celebrate with them later. Earlier he had told Buck that he wanted to hang out with his classmates for a while and had a ride home. Along the slow journey through the crowd of people he spotted Gage with his father and Jay Kovacs, both of whom had graduated primarily because Marc had done a lot of their papers for them. Gage actually smiled, a rarity, and Marc was taken by how handsome he actually was at that moment. Rick Bramble nodded in his direction and Marc responded in kind. Poor Jay appeared to be without family, his mother probably hammered and unable to attend.
The current destination was the gymnasium where all the graduates would return their outfits. The gym was accessed by two doors, one on the side of the boy's locker room and the other on the side of the girl's. Marc entered by the boy's side. The vestibule led into the gymnasium by one door and to the locker room by another. All at once he was being pushed toward the locker room door, which opened to allow his entry. Dumbfounded, Marc swirled around to confront his assailant and gasped when he looked into the grinning face of Assistant Coach Clayton Washington.
"Need some pussy, Hauser. And since this is the last time I'll probably see you…." The words came like liquid gold from those sensual lips, framed by a meticulously groomed goatee. Marc swallowed hard as Washington's coffee and cream colored hands took him by the arms, spun him around and pressed him up to the wall. Clayt lifted Marc's gown, reached around to undo the shorts he wore underneath and yanked them down to his ankles. Marc heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper unfastening and knew he was about to get fucked with ten inches of thick black stud meat. He responded by planting his feet wide and thrusting his much-desired ass out to the bi-racial hunk.
"Fine lookin' athlete's ass," Washington breathed heavily. Marc felt something wet and slippery deposited between his supple cheeks and knew Clayton had come prepared. The stud used the head of his cock to rub the lube into Marc's crack and on his bung hole. As Marc ground back against the big meat Clayton took him by the hips and whispered huskily, "Oh, yeah. You want it, boy. You always want it." What Marc didn't know was that Clayton's wife was still suffering from postpartum depression and had zero interest in sex. It had been several months and the virile Assistant Coach was suffering from a severe case of blue balls. He'd been beating his meat in the privacy of the Coach's Office several times a day, sometimes a dual session accompanied by horny Head Coach Webb, and would have fucked a knot hole in the floor if he had to.
Clayton's hips thrust and the big black dick easily penetrated Marc's slippery hole. The cock slid straight up his ass and bottomed out in mere seconds. Marc rocked his butt against Clayton's groin, stirring the hot piece around inside. One side of his face was flush to the wall with the palms of his hands to either side of him. Clayton was huge and Marc loved the full feeling big dicks gave him. He also liked smaller cocks, so long as they were fat and ass-stretching. Clayt's fit his love tunnel just fine.
Clayton drove his dick slow and steady, showing Marc a nice sensual fuck. Marc anticipated each pleasurable inch as it glided through his channel. "Gonna miss you, Hauser," the man sexily whispered into his ear. Marc had likewise sentiments, the only redemption being Coach Johnston and all those he would encounter in the college town where he would soon reside. There was cock to be had everywhere. His pussy would never be lonely.
The sound of a door opening and footfalls on the tiled floor of the locker room prompted Clayton to increase the power of his thrusts. Marc knew they had an audience but, pressed up against the wall, he couldn't see them. He could hear their voices, knew one to be Coach Webb, and there were others. They were all talking about him, fine athlete that he was with a trophy worthy pussy.
"Get your nut already, Washington. We all want a piece of that." Marc recognized that one as Principal Whethers, the fat old fuck who regularly banged him across the desk in his office.
"Since this going to be the last fuck, I'm taking my time to enjoy," Washington pleasantly responded. "You all just gonna have to wait your turn." He burrowed his cock up inside Marc, screwed deep with just a few inches and then pulled it back for a full-length fuck. Marc propped up his inviting ass for the Assistant Coach's absolute pleasure. Earlier he had thought the celebration would be at the bar, but a locker room gang bang would be a nice prelude. Sort of a teacher's appreciation farewell.
Clayton was fucking harder now and panting. His groin was thrashing against Marc's milky ass. Then, with a solid forward thrust he buried himself deep, grunted and shot hot streams of cum into the boy's twitching colon. "Oh, yeah, baby! Feels so good," he gushed with his chin on Marc's shoulder, nuzzling him as he unloaded. "You don't know how much I needed that. Your pussy's the best." His arms tenderly encircled Marc's waist and held him in what appeared to be an embrace.
Coach James Webb came up behind Washington and tapped him on the shoulder. "Alright, Washington. Time for a real man to step in." Clayton regrettably dislodged from the hottest pussy he'd ever fucked and stepped back with a crooked smile. Webb moved his blocky body into position, pressed his chunky seven incher against the target and pushed inside. Webb was old enough to be Clayton's white father but he was as fit as a middle aged man could be. His body was dense, but not flabby. Big and solid. Whereas Washington bested him in inches, Webb's manhood was superbly fat with a nice, plump head. With his cock deeply embedded Webb ran his large hands up under Marc's t shirt and graduation gown and reached around front to tweak the boy's erect nipples. Spooning his mature body into the boy's smaller frame he took the lobe of Marc's ear between his teeth and whispered, "Gonna really miss having you around, kid." Marc turned to look into those heavy-lidded, sultry brown eyes. "Gonna miss you, too, Coach." On impulse he brought his bought to James'. Their lips met, parted and tongues intertwined.
Webb broke the hot kiss, smacked his lips and peeled off the boy. Marc thrust his cock-filled butt up and out. James pressed his hands to the small of Marc's back and began to thrust. His fat cock sluiced in and out of Marc's juicy pussy. Marc reared back against his Coach, meeting his inward thrust head on. Coach was an excellent cocksman. Marc had slid down the wall so that he was no longer in such an upright position. With his hands flat against the wall for support his back was more level, his thighs in a partial squat and his butt shoved out toward the Coach. His head no longer plastered to the wall he was able to look over and see the assembled group. Cripes, it was a true assembly of most of the teacher's he'd had throughout his high school years! They all had their man cocks out and were stroking while they watched with envy as Coach banged him. Even Superintendent Wallace was there! Glancing at the grown man's prick Marc realized he had never had the pleasure of a fuck from the Superintendent. It looked as if today would be the day.
Coach pounded him as only he could do. Over the years there often had not been enough time between classes for a slow, comfortable screw. Marc would pop into his office unexpected, Coach jumped to close the blinds looking out into the locker room, lock the door and unzip, all while Marc dropped trou and bent over. Coach had fucked like a madman so he could get off before the bell signaling next period rang. Marc often had to rush through the halls, his pussy full of Coach's cum, to make it to his next class. Webb was always good under pressure.
Marc was Coach's favorite athlete, for more reasons than one. The boy had led the school's basketball team to their first regional championship. The postgame celebration had been similar to the one occurring now. Marc was a teen who craved dick. Otherwise, he was not unlike most other young competitors. Webb well remembered thirty some odd years ago when he was an up-and-coming sportsman and the hero worship he held for his high school Coach. He was the first and last man to take a ride up Webb's teenage asshole. It happened one day after school. Coach Thompson had offered to give him some tips on wrestling, one of a young Webb's interests. When Coach had him face down on the mat in a total body lock James was startled to feel the man's hard cock pressed against his squirming buttocks. Instantly he sprouted his own boner. One thing led to another and soon Thompson had his dick up his virgin asshole and was fucking him like no tomorrow. Afterwards James suffered some guilt about what had transpired. But when Coach suggested more after school training he eagerly accepted.
After college, married and leading the straight and narrow life, Webb had secured the job at this same school. Starting as Assistant Coach, like Washington, he was soon promoted to Head Coach when the tenured one retired. It wasn't long before Webb was admiring the back sides of his teenage students through the office window which looked into the shower room. He was astute at picking out the ones who showed barely suppressed idolization of their Coach and trained them the way Thompson had him. For the past three years Marc Hauser was his pussy boy. And a finer boy toy there had never been. Marc would be very difficult to replace.
With his middle aged meat buried between the athlete's glorious globes James showed the onlookers the rough, manly fuck he could deliver. The Coach's hefty nut sac was slapping against the boy's perineum with each deep, full throttled thrust. His dick was practically a blur. Marc was purring a series of "ooooh's" and "ahhhhhs" and taking it like the champion he was. Coach was a real stud and with this, perhaps, being their final fuck (unless, of course, Webb dialed his digits during the summer) Marc wanted to savor every moment of it. Coach's cock felt so damned good plunging in and out of the hungry hole. Marc was pumping the battering dick with his insides, rapidly clenching, releasing, and then tightening again. Coach loved it that way. Marc wanted all these other men to see how much he adored his Coach.
With his paws on Marc's rolling hips the burly beefcake fucked and fucked. A sheen of perspiration coated his still-attractive face. Although Coach ran track every day, even in the winter months, he was breathing heavy and showing signs of fatigue. But the cock wanted what the cock wanted, and right now it wanted to breed the boy. His bulky body began quivering and his breath grew shorter. Gritting his teeth and squinting his baby blues Webb let out a telltale grunt, planted himself crotch deep and let his juice fly. Marc's pussy milked him throughout his release. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over him as his thick spunk unloaded, adding to the abundant load his assistant had already dropped.
When Webb stumbled back Damion Robinson, black and handsome World History teacher, took his place. As Damion got into the saddle Marc looked over his shoulder at the tall, striking man and gushed, "Hey, Mr. Robinson. Fuck me good, like the last time over your desk in the classroom. That was hot!"
The teacher smiled, revealing even pearly whites, and sexily said, "Sure was. Just as hot as when you were under that desk sucking my dick which I was lecturing. And, from now on, you can call me Damion. Congratulations on your graduation."
Principal Whethers and Superintendent Wallace exchanged glances as their dicks throbbed in their paws. They were certainly running a rowdy, raunchy school.
Damion pressed his black beauty to Marc's pussy and sunk inside. The hefty black log of man meat measured out at eleven dark inches, surpassing Washington's ebony staff. It was smooth, succulent and absolutely breath-taking in its splendor. Robinson determinedly worked every bit of it up into Marc, far past his inner sphincter, and emitted a husky breath when his trimmed bush was flush against the boy's milky cakes. Marc's pussy lips spasmed around the thick root of his organ as Damion's big head stirred around in the steamy cauldron. The large pussy pleaser glided nearly out of Marc's hole, paused to let the flexing labia kiss its head, and swiftly slid back home.
"Oh, yeah!" Marc gushed. He loved the way this sexy fucker started out all slow and tender but knew it was a prelude to the real fuck to come. Damion may have looked like an easy-going Ebony cover guy but Marc knew of the savage beast within. Before this was over Robinson would have him whimpering.
Damion's chocolate-hued hands rubbed Marc's clenching buttocks and slid along his long, sleek back like a gentle lover as his dick teased the boy. Marc's pussy grabbed at it, willing it to give him that fast and rough fuck he craved. But Damion continued to taunt him. He wanted the boy sizzling before he tore him apart. The other men were impressed with Damion's romantic foreplay. He had the boy practically eating out of his hand. It was obvious how tortured Marc was, how badly he wanted it. Marc's ass was doing an erotic dance, attempting to seduce the black dick. But each time he frantically pushed against it Robinson practically withdrew. Marc was delirious with desire. "Fuck me," he begged. "Please fuck me!" A few of the others practically lost their load at that.
Amusement played around Damion's luscious lips. One arm encircled Marc's tight waist, the other glided over his back under the gown. When his hand came out from the neck line he grabbed a fistful of Marc's hair, yanked his head back and savagely rammed his dick up the kid's chute. Marc let out a strangled cry when the cock crashed into him. The black bull was ready to nail him.
Damion literally skewered Marc with his massive eleven inch truncheon. The snout of his cock slammed up into the graduate's gut with each he-man thrust. As dominant as Damion was, Marc attempted to clench his sheath around the battering ram but that big black cock just tore through. Marc often wondered if the stud fucked his wife like this. Or did he save his aggression just for him? Marc fantasized it was the later.
Just then one of the spectators stepped forward and slapped a hard cock against Marc's cheek to get his attention. Marc turned to encounter a nice dripping piece of meat standing proud out of the fly of its owner's dress slacks. He looked up and saw his Junior year Chemistry teacher, Mr. Brewster. Nathan Brewster was a good-looking, square jawed man in his late thirties with the promise of a dad bod under his formal clothes. He'd gone bald on top and kept the sides and back buzzed close to the scalp, but rather than deterring it accentuated his masculine looks. While he had never had the opportunity Marc often threw wood in Brewster's classroom checking out the mound of his crotch and the way his slacks clung to his hard rear. He'd beaten off a few times thinking about the stud drilling his ass.
Observing Damion hammering hell out of the young man had proven to be too much for Nate to endure. While well aware of the attraction he held for some of the young pubescent girls—and queer boy Devon Brooks—he never messed around with his students. Had a wife and two little ones at home. But rumors about Marc Hauser had trickled down and Nate was curiously interested. Besides, Hauser was no longer a student and fair game.
Dropping one hand from the wall Marc allowed Brewster to step in front of him. Wrapping his lips around the beefy head, Marc took to tickling the slit with his tongue while fervently sucking. The Chemistry teacher's dick was already leaking tasty juice. Marc had been wanting this guy for a while and was determined to give him the royal treatment. Nate's beefy fingers loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing a well-developed hairy chest. With his eyes cast upward as his mouth diligently worked the cock Marc moaned appreciatively at the stud's build. If only he had known Mr. Brewster was a player he might have gotten a better grade in Chemistry. Marc filled his mouth with the tough, engorged dick and showed the hot stud the stuff of which he was made.
At his back door Damion was relentlessly deep fucking. His thick ebony dick thoroughly skewered Marc's juicy cunt. The teen's graduation gown which had ridden up his back to his shoulders was draped down to nearly reach the floor. Damion bunched it up in one hand and turned it into a makeshift sling, holding Marc in position. With Damion providing support Marc no longer needed to use the wall behind Brewster, setting his hands free to explore the stud's buff body while he ate his cock. It thoroughly aroused the boy knowing there was a small army of onlookers waiting for a turn at him. Voraciously sucking Nate he masterfully swallowed the entire thing in one desperate gulp, eliciting a manly moan from the teacher as well as most of the others, whose dicks throbbed with the promise of Marc's oral talent.
Marc's throat wrapped around the hot shaft like a moist glove, making Brewster weak in the limbs. Quickly rebounding, he cradled the back of Marc's head in one paw and began punching his hips back and forth, using the teen's mouth as his personal pleasure hole. "Take it, you little cocksucker," he growled as his thrusts grew more aggressive. Marc's beautiful green eyes were watering and he was fighting for breath but he didn't gag. He took Brewster's cock like the champ he was. Deep into his throat it went with each forceful shove, the stud's heavy balls slapping against his chin each time. He could feel the large head plunging down there and clogging his pipe. It felt, and tasted, so good!
Meanwhile, Damion was driving his black beast even more frantically through his pussy. Marc could hear him panting madly. Experience, lots of it, had taught him that Mr. Robinson was nearing the breaking point. So was he. There was only so much battering his sensitive bud could take. Marc's frame shuddered and he garbled around Nate's prick as his young cock twitched and shot off. Hot cum pulsed from his slit as Damion fucked even harder. Then the handsome black man was groaning sexily. He drove his prick into the boy one final time and exploded inside. Marc felt each pulse of the huge weapon and knew it was seeding him with its man juice. With the teacher's groin flush against his backside Marc felt the shuddering of his body and throbbing of his cock as Damion shot would-be black babies inside him.
Nate was severely pounding his face, the tasty chunk of dick ripping through his stuffed esophagus with each maddening thrust. Marc hollowed his cheeks and took it all. Damion was withdrawing from his fuck hole and Marc, reluctant to let that beauty go, tightened up and clung to it. When Damion finally broke free it was with a hot squelching sound that reverberated off the locker room walls. Almost immediately another desperate dick took his place. The new benefactor was little better than half the World History teacher's size but he fucked like a desperate rabbit, hitting all the right pleasure spots. While Marc would like to have known the cocksman's identity he was otherwise occupied.
Walt Carmichel, fifty-four year old English Literature instructor, had the pleasure of Marc's orifices once before. But he didn't even know it. At the end of the school week he was a regular donor through the glory holes at the adult book shop over on the seedy side of town. The best suck job his old pecker had ever received was from the energetic, anonymous mouth which, unknown to him, belonged to Marc Hauser. Marc knew. He'd taken a peek through the hole as he licked cum from his lips and observed his normally milquetoast teacher zipping up. From then on it had become a game of teasing during school hours. Slouched low in the front row with his long, basketball player legs sprawled out in front of him and his crotch on full display. Focusing his eyes on the man's groin as he lectured, lewdly licking his lips when he knew Carmichel had caught him. Being the last to leave the class room and "accidentally" brushing his hand against the flustered old fuck's basket as he filed past. Walt had to run to the privacy of the private teacher's rest room and rub one off before he could conduct his next class.
Now that Wally finally had the flirtatious jock the old man was in fuck heaven. Even when she was young and active his wife Ethel's pussy had never felt so good. His eyes were rolled up in their sockets, tongue was lolling out of his mouth and his head was bobbling about on his shoulders as he rapidly short-fucked the good looking teen. All too soon he felt that now-unfamiliar fire in his loins, the aching in his tightening nuts and the rush overwhelming his body warning him of imminent orgasm but he couldn't hold off. With an almost painful cry his needy dick exploded and spunked the kid's insides. Marc felt the contractions in his pussy and knew the mystery benefactor was getting off but he also was aware that Brewster was also at the breaking point. And he wanted to taste every bit of this hot man's rich cum. Nate's masculine moans and groans warned Marc that he was about to unload. Swiftly, Marc drew the pulsing cock out of his throat and held only the big, beautiful head in his mouth as it began to spurt. Hot bursts of man cream gushed out of the pulsating cock and flooded Marc's sucking mouth. The flavor of his semen was as delicious as Marc knew it would be. He ate every bit of the intoxicating load, careful to not lose a drop. After sucking the cock dry he cleaned the entire shaft with his randy tongue while Nate had his back to the wall, drained and attempting to catch his breath after such a monumental release.
Marc rose from his position and stood there in front of the others with his impressive teen dick still rock hard. Spotting his English Lit teacher off to the side looking quite fatigued he realized it was Walt who had ridden his butt. With a grin he said, "About time you tapped this ass, Mr. Carmichel." His deep voice was enough to raise the other men's cock hairs. Like a champion he beat his athletic chest with his fists and addressed the others standing their stroking their cocks, obviously eager to take their turn at his coveted ass. "Who else want to fuck the graduate?" he asked as he stepped through them, ripping off his gown and draping it across the long bench which the freshly showered boys of gym class used when dressing. Laying across the gown at the far edge he lifted his legs, revealing his leaking hole and lewdly fingered himself in front of their wondrous eyes.
"Let me at him!" a frantic voice cried out. Guidance Counselor Yuri Malinski barreled through the others, stepped up to Marc and shoved his hard cock through the boy's puffy labia. Marc cradled the back of his head in his hands and egged the horny Ukrainian on. "Fuck yeah, Mr. M. I'm gonna miss your cock workin' my pussy the way it did every time you called me to your office." Malinski was a big, beefy man close to fifty with full beard and mustache and a round belly. His cock was no larger than Carmichel's had been, but it was pleasingly plump. His overabundance of bristly crotch hair and the way it tickled Marc's ass when Yuri fucked him was what endeared him to this otherwise un-noteworthy man. Malinski had a bush to beat all bushes.
Marc ground his ass up against the nest as Yuri drove into his warmed up pussy. He threw back his head in ecstasy as he felt the crinkly hairs crush against his smooth crevice. His athletic legs were spread wide, allowing Yuri full access to his hole. The man's cock went in and out with every fevered thrust. It was quite a sight, seeing this beefy, bearded older man taking the ass of a young, smooth-bodied former student. Marc's pretty nine-incher was dancing and flexing as Malinski plunged his weapon to its hairy root into his clutching pussy. Yuri eyed the boy's dick, desirous of taking a ride on it as he had done many times in the past. But he dared not indulge in his personal fetish in front of the others. Only Principal Whethers knew of his proclivity toward teen dick pounding his hairy ass. Yuri didn't know what he would do to satisfy his urges without Mark Hauser around after this night.
Obese Garrison Whethers, stroking his cock along with the others, decided it was high time he joined the action. Over the years he had done just about every conceivable thing with Marc. Never had the boy seemed repulsed by his grossly overweight body. To the contrary, Marc worshipped it. Whethers would never forget the day Marc spent all of fourth period giving his entirely nude body a wicked tongue bath while Garrison was laid out on the sofa in his office. The kid had undressed the Principal and then stripped himself down before going to work on him. He started at his chunky feet, lapping the underside from heel to toes, gliding his tongue between each and taking them one by one into his mouth and sucking on them. His tongue glided over the ankles, meaty calves, thunder-thighs, up one leg and down the other, leaving not one square inch unbathed. Whethers cock was ramrod stiff from the treatment. Marc had ignored the dick. Instead he licked between the ham-hock thighs, managed to pull them apart with some difficulty and darted his exploring tongue over Garrison's bloated ball bag, not deserting it until the entire sac was dripping with his saliva. Lifting it he dug under and swiped up the funk in the fat man's taint. By then Garrison was oozing pre-cum. But Marc was far from finished with cleaning him up. He tongued the Principal's monstrous belly, lifting each roll of flab and running his tongue underneath. He dug into the navel like it was an asshole, slurping and sucking at it. Always mesmerized by his oversized breasts, Marc licked the abundant flesh of each, taking the oversized nipples between his lips and frantically sucking on them. He chewed on the folds of hanging flesh under the man's chin, fascinated by the dangling wattle. His tongue lovingly swiped over Whethers' jowly face, dug into his ears and finally between his abundant lips. He had kissed the man with real passion, all the while positioning his body atop his groin and lining his ass up with the fat cock. When Marc sat down on it Whethers knew the true meaning of lust. He had cum almost immediately.
There was one other thing Marc did to him. A nasty thing. And he did it so well. It was exactly what Garrison wanted now. Wanted the others to witness the unspeakable act. Waddling over to the occupied bench he lifted one heavy leg over (with some difficulty) so that he stood straddling Marc's head. Marc was all excitement, knowing what was coming. Facing Yuri the huge man gathered his cock and balls and held them out of the way to offer an unobstructed view and lowered his lard ass to the teen. Marc reached up and peeled the blubbery cheeks apart, exposing the Principal's big brown eye. A ripe odor washed over his face. Try as he might Mr. Whether just could never seem to get in there deep enough for a thorough cleaning and always need Marc to do the job. With no tissue involved.
Young Marc began slavishly licking the fat man's ass with quick swipes directly over the hole. Whethers tail was especially pungent today after sitting out in the heat and building up a sweat under his everyday suit. Marc's entire face was in that sweaty ass crack, hidden from sight in those chubby buttocks. It appeared to the others that the obese man's hind quarters had swallowed him up, leaving only his ears visible. It was a raunchy and highly arousing sight. Kyle Sharpe, Wood Shop, had his hand down the back of his pants while he stroked his dick poking out of the fly while imagining the shameless boy doing the same to him. Over nearly twenty years of marriage Kyle had unsuccessfully attempted to get his wife into returning the favor when he licked her bung. If this young man had no qualms about eating Principal Whethers disgustingly fat ass he would have a field day in Kyle's tight, fit rump.
Marc slovenly cleaned up the sweat and funk in Garrison's trench before spearing his digit into the gaping hole. Whethers moaned and rode the boy's slithering tongue as Marc dug deep. As he licked, sucked and tongue fucked the grasping hole his hands wickedly kneaded the man's cellulite buttocks. Garrison fully relished the forbidden sensation of the boy's rapidly working tongue in his shitter. He was hardly aware of how loudly he was moaning as the boy probed even deeper in his fat ass. He shook like a bowl of jelly, wrapped his fat around his chunky monkey and began furiously stroking himself off.
Yuri had a handhold on Marc's stick shift, driving him into third gear as he furiously fucked the boy. Even though his dick was soaring through a piece of heaven he envied the Principal his position. Marc had also eaten him out on a number of occasions behind the locked door of his office. Yuri had also returned the favor. Marc had a perfect teen butt. Great for eating and spectacular for fucking.
Yuri tore into the spectacular cunt with super charged vigor. He knew he was sweating bullets; Yuri was hardly a physically fit older man, either. Swiping a hand across his dripping brow he continued to manipulate Marc's gorgeous cock and wished he could do more. If not for present company he would have taken it into his mouth and sucked that succulent piece of boy meat, straddled it and sat down upon it, relishing every one of those nine inches riding through him.
Such lascivious thoughts worked against Yuri. With a bearish bellow he unloaded, splattering waves of steamy cum against Marc's ass walls. His big bear body heaved with each powerful surge. Marc's million dollar pussy squeezed his cock, making certain he was the recipient of every last drop. His attention was quickly diverted when Whethers became more rambunctious, grinding his lard ass against his face while his asshole yanked on Marc's tongue. Marc drove far up in to him, practically tapping the big pig's prostate. Stroking his cock more wildly Garrison gave off a tortured sigh and blew his load across the boy's smooth, toned chest. Marc kept eating him out until the Principal's balls were drained and he stumbled away.
As Marc wiped his smeared mouth with both hands Sharpe swung a leg over the bench to take Garrison's place. Marc grinned when he saw it was his Wood Shop instructor. Along with some others he'd had a bit of a thing for Kyle Sharpe, a nice looking man with great possibilities evident under his school clothing. Now Marc could clearly see his attributes. And they were abundant. Nice arced dick, perfect size and full, tight man buns. When Kyle threw a leg over the bench to assume position his cheeks parted and Marc got a quick look at his moist asshole. Smacking his lips he was filled with anticipation. He didn't have to wait long. Kyle sunk down and hovered over Marc's cute face. Marc tilted his head back to the most advantageous angle and began licking the man's spread crack. Sharpe tasted nice and manly, far from the funk of Principal Whethers' nasty, but tasty, ass. He lapped with slow and deliberate full-length strokes of his tongue as an unidentified cock invaded his lonesome pussy. Marc moaned appreciatively into Mr. Sharpe's wet crevice. The piece lodging in his hole was a big one, ten inches perhaps. If not more. Marc just had to know. Shifting so Kyle's ass rested on his forehead Marc's eyes cast up to the stud stretching his cunt and nearly gasped. It was Superintendent Wallace! Marc, and most of his class, thought Wallace looked sort of like Clark Kent in that old black and white television series. Before he turned into Super Stud. Wavy, short dark hair parted low on one side and gleaming with whatever gel he used, square jawed and wearing dark-rimmed thick-lensed specs he almost looked the part of the mild-mannered character. But the dick on him was formidable. And Super Wallace sure know how to use it. He was heaving that mighty weapon in and out of Marc's pussy.
Even more aroused than before Marc turned his attention back to Sharpe and slurped out his trench with heightened gusto. The blunt tip of his tongue probed at the petals to his honey pot, which pooched open for his attention. Marc slithered into the quivering ass mouth and deliberately probed around inside. With his smooth face wedged into the cleft of the shop teacher's muscular ass Marc set to work eating the hot stud out. With eye lids fluttering Kyle sighed huskily, unwittingly provided Marc with further incentive. Reaching up he took Sharpe's big horn in an underhanded grasp and stroked the impressive hardon while he munched. Marc sloppily slurped on the ass, savoring its manly juices as he lapped at the moist membranes lining the inner walls of this teacher's man hole. Kyle had comfortably settled on Marc's face and was grinding his butt on the boy as he slovenly ate. It felt even better than he'd ever imagined. He cursed himself for not having hooked up with this student sooner. There would have been an awful lot of hammering and nailing going on in wood shop.
Richard Wallace was having similar thoughts as he rammed the young athlete's soft, pillowy hole. It appeared that his Principal, Guidance Counselor and the Phys Ed team had been keeping this treasure to themselves. He meant to have a stern talk with them all before school returned to session next fall. Not that he meant to chide them for their deviant behavior but to reproach them for not having included him. Young Marc's pussy was possibly the best thing he had ever slipped his dick into, like a piece of heaven. From the way Kyle Sharpe was reacting it appeared the boy's mouth was equally phenomenal. Such a shame it had been wasted on those two abominations Whethers and Malinski when the teen could have had a permanent position on and under his office desk. Ah, well, bygones! At least he was a part of the last hurrah.
While Wallace deep-fucked Sharpe rode Marc's face. With the kid's tongue impossibly far up inside him (or at least it felt so) Kyle worried his lower lip and muttered sighs of pleasure. A long string of pre-cum leaked from his fat dick head and dangled precariously above Marc's neck. Marc was really slurping out his hot hole and making him groan with contentment. That damned fat fuck Whethers should have done something about holding the boy back from graduation, if only for one more year. Now, with his diploma in hand, it was too late. Sharpe would have had the cute boy eating him out once, maybe twice, a day. From the way Marc's tongue was vigorously wriggling about in his steamy ass Sharpe just knew the kid would have been a willing participant. Like the others, Kyle wondered again why he hadn't been on board all along. He could sit on this kid's face all day and let him chow down to his heart's content.
Wallace continually thrust himself into the boy's grasping hole. He loosened his tie and carelessly unbuttoned his dress shirt, the armpits now drenched with perspiration. His manly body was slick with a sheen of sweat from his rough fuck exertions. If Marc hadn't been buried in ass he would have seen a proud chest coated with soft salt-and-pepper colored hair and large tan man buds. Richard moaned hoarsely each time he sunk deeply into Marc. That pussy was like a hungry mouth, greedily gobbling him up as he slid inside. His glasses lay crooked across the bridge of his nose as he fucked the boy's hot, tight ass, giving the boy everything he had. For years he had dreamed of commanding a pussy; his wife of many years only wanted a slow, comfortable screw. But with this young man he was free to release his inner beast and ravage that hole. He knew his prick was big but this kid must have been used to super large cocks because his hot hole was spreading wide to take it all in. Richard had the idea Marc was so ravenously eating Sharpe's ass because he was so maddeningly aroused by the cock plundering his boy cunt.
Kyle's simmering passion was rapidly reaching the boiling point. The rapid pulse of his heart was throbbing in his ear drums and he was fast becoming light headed. Fuck if the kid wasn't eating him to orgasm! He felt his nuts crawl up tight between his legs. His entire frame was trembling. Quickly, with a startled cry, he lifted his ass from Marc's face, shoved his cock into his mouth and unloaded. Kyle pumped a gusher into Marc's feeding mouth, rapidly swallowing all of it down his throat. The Shop teacher had tasty, creamy sperm which Marc lustily feasted on. To the others Kyle looked like a man who had stuck his dick into an electrical socket. His eyes and mouth were agape and he looked on the verge of a coronary.
The scene playing out in front of him was to too hot for Wallace to ignore. Thrusting deep one last time he shouted out as he coated the boy's insides with thick ropes of man jizz. There were actual cheers and "atta boy's" from the rest of the group. Richard and Kyle remained in place until shortly after the final surge of their loins. On weakened legs they fell away from the boy whore on the bench. With cum leaking from his pussy and the sides of his lips he turned his head to look over at the rest and huskily questioned, "Who's next?" eliciting many manly whimpers.
To everyone's surprise it was Pastor Pritchard who stepped forward. The relatively young thirty-six year old preacher had delivered graduation prayer earlier at the ceremony. Everyone had been so focused on Marc they hadn't noticed the Pastor was in their presence. Joel Pritchard had long ago gone prematurely bald but he was an attractive enough man with long, almost feminine lashes and sensuous lips which brought the female parishioners rushing back to services each week. He was of average height, slim and fit from his daily jog around town. His hands, appearing delicate with long pianist's fingers, reached out to Marc's boygina and felt the soft, puffy, cum-coated lips. Entranced, Marc swallowed hard and allowed the man to fondle him. Joel slipped two slim fingers into Marc's puss, swirled around and extracted them with a coating of spent cum. Reaching out across the boy's prone body he presented the offering, which Marc gladly accepted. His beautiful green eyes were locked on those of the Pastor as he sucked the jizz from the man's fingers.
Pritchard whispered to Marc and the boy obediently followed, flipping his body over on the bench. His knees were down to either side of him and drawn in while his toes were flush against the tile floor. It was an awesome sight seeing the young athlete from this angle. Pritchard's hands pressed against Marc's buttocks, one on each, and kneaded them, spreading his crack open. In a flash he disrobed. There were gasps from some when they saw his equipment. Pastor Pritchard was hung!
When Marc looked over his shoulder and saw the Pastor's piece he became filled with excitement. Whereas Superintendent Wallace was extra-large, Pritchard was jumbo sized. The thing was a true horse cock, one to rival Nanook's from down at the bar. Fully hard as rock it looked to be well over a foot long with heavy veins crisscrossing its beefy surface and a flared, fist-sized knob hungrily snapping its lips atop. Huge, hardball-sized nuts filled out the bloated sac swinging below. It all seemed entirely obscene on a Preacher; more like the dick of an in-demand porn star. Marc's eyes blazed with passion and his young heart pounded in his chest. Oh, how he wanted that dick! He would do penance later.
The huge cockhead hit Marc's twitching pussy lips. If not for the warm cream already filling his hole Webb, Whethers and the other breathless onlookers wondered if it would have fit inside. But Marc was gifted with a miraculous cunt capable of handling all donors. With his hands on the small of the boy's back Pritchard bore down and slid more than half of his curved beef into the cum-drenched pussy. With the huge fuckstick hitting all the right spots Marc shuddered, threw back his head and moaned. Pritchard answered with another couple of inches. The Pastor's dick was so fucking thick that Marc could feel it stretching his ass chute. Determined to take it all he bucked his ass up against the clergyman's groin at the same time Pritchard thrust forward. Thick inches broke through Marc's inner sphincter and invaded his colon. There was a sharp intake of breath from much of the assembled faculty when Pritchard's enormous prick disappeared into Marc's hungry cunt.
Pritchard paused a moment, relishing the wet warmth and awesome tightness of the sheath around his destroyer. He had "trained" more than a few boys in his day but none had been capable of handling the entirety of his fourteen massive inches. The graduate was a true marvel! Although he was thoroughly skewered Marc's ass lips were ravenously milking the thickly veined root of his mega-sized shaft.
The cleric slowly pulled back until the brutish head tugged on the teen's labia, the hungry fuck hole desperately grasping him along the way. His entire shaft was wet and glistening with spent semen, making it look all the more ferocious. Marc's pussy lips were really working the bundle of nerves gathered under the rim of his cock. After what seemed to be an eternity, but in fact was only a matter of seconds, Pritchard brutally shoved all fourteen inches of his horse dick deep into Marc's cunt and began royally fucking him.
"FUUUUUUCCKKKKK!" Marc bellowed, instantly embarrassed by his outburst of profanity in the Pastor's presence. It just felt so darned good he couldn't help himself. Pritchard was heaving that enormous cock all the way inside and mashing his tickling pubes against Marc's smooth hole. Despite the incredible thickness of the thing Marc still managed to squeeze it with his trained cunt muscles. He was fairly certain Pritchard would appreciate that; all men did. The ultra-thick cord on the underside of the bestial thing was wreaking havoc on his sensitive prostate and making his teen dick pulse against the bench below. The wicked curve of the thing was sliding across his ass walls as it bored up into him, causing Marc to shudder with each forceful thrust.
Suddenly someone came over to sit astride the bench in front of him. Thick and extremely furry legs were to both side and a big, hairy dick and matching balls were in his face. Marc looked up the wooly body and into the unshaven face of the high school Janitor, Gus Jankowski. Gus slid a bit closer, offering his attractive package to the teen. Hooking his arms around the man's strong, hirsute thighs Marc slid this tongue up the hard dick, took the leaking head into his mouth and sucked.
"That's a good boy," Gus said in his deep, gravely voice, running the thick fingers of one hand through the boy's short, silky hair. He'd practically watched Marc grow up from grade school and often considered pulling him into the Janitor's closet between classes and adding him to his ever-growing list of teen conquests. If the walls of that small enclosure could talk they would have many lurid stories to tell. Gus wasn't particular who he shoved his Polish dick into. Girl or boy, either was preferable to his sow of a wife.
Marc sucked Gus' cock as ferociously as Pritchard was fucking his ass. He went down on it like a cock-crazed mad boy, taking it as deeply as he could into his throat. Gus had a good eight to nine big ones and Marc seemed determined to take them all. He was a true athlete and wouldn't accept defeat. While the position was awkward for deep throating, Marc was certain he could have all of that tasty dong if he really, really tried. When Pritchard amped up the fucking to maximum drive Marc bellowed, shot a boy load and swallowed Gus to the ultra-hairy root.
Pritchard appeared to be a Pastor possessed. His face was contorted in a grimace, brows nearly intersecting, eyes bulging and lips pulled back from gritting teeth. He was recklessly pounding fuck out of the teen with his hellish cock. Repeatedly shoving that giant dick into Marc's wanton fuck hole he looked more like a sexed up pig than leader of his congregation. Beads of perspiration had broken out on his bald head and were streaming down the sides of his face but Pritchard fucked on undeterred. This beautiful boy was taking the rabid fuck like a champ, unlike any of the others in his flock. Pritchard had always felt cursed with his abnormal size and incapable of taking true pleasure. Even his wife had nearly fainted on their wedding night. Their sex, to put it mildly, had proven to be rare, leaving Pritchard with a bad case of blue balls. He prayed on it. But still, after all the trial runs none managed to truly satisfy him. Until now. This young athlete was valiantly handling each gut-wrenching thrust, even managing to luridly massage him from within. Ah, if only Marc had been a member of his parish!
Pritchard grunted with extreme pleasure each time his plunging behemoth bottomed out in the warm, clutching pussy. Gus sighed when his cock was lodged in Marc's throat, the kid's lips chewing at the root as if looking for more. They were two men from opposite ends of the spectrum united by a common lust. Marc purred with carnal delight as he swallowed the Janitor, sending sinsational vibrations through the heavily leaking prick. His head bobbed up and down on Gus' lap with full-length speedy mouth strokes. There weren't many could take a dick the way Marc could, as Gus had quickly learned. Pritchard had swiftly reached the same conclusion. Marc's pussy was a true tunnel of lust, clutching and releasing, bucking up to meet his thrusts and luridly wriggling around on his truncheon.
Ultimately both men succumbed to the demands of their weapons. Pritchard began panting faster and harder and with a loud, mournful wail convulsed in Marc's pussy. It felt to Marc like the head of the cock was up in his belly, wildly pulsing as the Pastor presented his offering. Grunting Gus let his load fly, the first healthy spurt shooting through his trachea. Marc's head quickly shot up, forcing the Janitor to unload in his mouth. The ejaculations kept coming from both studs, Pritchard's flooding his colon and Gus' forcing him to rapidly swallow so as not to drown in the heady cream.
Drained, they stepped back and were replaced with others. Marc's hole was adequately stretched from Pritchard's monstrous dong that he took both Mr. Collins and Mr. Travis, two of his sophomore teachers, at the same time while having his face fucked by Art Instructor Norman Markham. Markham got off in no time at all, giving not one but two others a shot at Marc's mouth. When all was said and done Marc had taken over twenty loads up his ass or down his throat. He weakly stumbled to the showers where he cleaned up, but only after Coach Webb had another go at him.
Marc knew he was painfully late arriving at Ralph's Bar and hoped Buck, his father, wouldn't be too pissed. He already knew there was a special celebration being held there. When he finally walked in, no worse for the wear, he was greeted with loud cheers and congratulations from the mob of regulars. It was well past closing time and, figuring this was a private party, Marc stripped down as he shouldered his way through the crowd. Throwing himself on his back across one beer-bottle cluttered circular table he lifted his thighs and presented his fuck hole. Giant Nanook, nearest the wanton boy, observed the flow of cum emitting from the puffy pussy and, chewing on his cigar, unzipped, released his big Johnson and sunk it into the drenched hole. Marc had no time to respond for Axel, the biker bartender, shoved his cock into his mouth.
The party went on until well past midnight. Marc Hauser was a satiated graduate.