Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The next day, Rob sat with his friend, Amit from India, telling him about what happened the day before. “Then my Dad sat with us and started playing with his butt. He was fingering himself really hard and then he shot a humongous load! It was weird..” Rob said. Amit looked at Rob and ask “yea, but you and your younger brother fuck each other a lot?” “oh all the time!! Nick and I fuck each other daily. But this was my Dad being sexual with us, it was weird,” Rob said. His brows furrowed as he thought about the way Scott’s thick cum had rained down on them both. “And when he fucked himself with his fingers like that, he groaned the whole time, calling out ‘fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard’ while he shot all over us. I have never seen anything like it before.”
Amit grinned. “Your dad sounds fucking hot Rob. I wish my dad was like that.”
Rob laughed. “You just want to see your dad jerk off.”
Amit shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. I never had a dad like yours Rob. I mean you gotta admit, your Dad is kinda hot. He’s not a muscle god or a model, but still he is kinda hot.” Amit adjusted his cock in his pants. Rob noticed this and said, “you know, Amit, I’ve never seen an Indian dick before.”
Amit smiled. “It’s not super thick, but it’s really long,” he said with a wink.
“But I can show you if you want.”
Rob’s breath hitched. Show him? His best friend, Amit, was *offering* to flash him his dick right here in the school hallway? After what they’d just seen from their dad? After the way Rob’s cock had felt aching and needy the whole damn day?
“Yeah, sure,” Rob said, voice rough. “Just for a second.”
Amit smirked and unbuckled his belt, popping the button on his fly. He didn’t even hesitate—he just pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock, letting it spring out thick and dark, the tip already glistening.
Rob’s eyes went wide.
His breath came out in a sharp gasp as he stared at Amit’s cock for the first time. It was long—longer than any he’d ever seen, thick with a heavy vein running down the underside, the tip already swollen and dark with arousal. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit, trembling before dripping onto the linoleum tile with a wet *plink*.
“Fuck,” Rob breathed, his voice rough. He swallowed hard, his own cock twitching in his jeans, pressing painfully against the zipper. “That’s… fucking huge.”
Amit chuckled, lazily stroking himself as he watched Rob’s reaction.
“Told you it was long,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “You like it, yeah?”
Rob’s mouth was dry. He glanced around the hallway—empty, thank fuck—then back down at Amit’s cock. It was so different from his and Nick’s. Longer, darker, the skin stretched tight over the thick shaft, a clear vein throbbing along the underside. The head was already swollen, the slit leaking pre-cum in thick, slow drops.
“Fuck,” Rob whispered again, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, his own dick painfully hard now, straining against his jeans. Rob looked up and down the hallway again, “now, show me your butt, Amit,” he whispered.
He was flexing his own ass cheeks in his jeans, the material stretched tight over his growing arousal.
Amit smirked, “you want to see my ass, do ya?” he said, his voice low and teasing. Without a word he turned around, bending over slightly to stick his ass out at Rob. He pulled his jeans down a little further, the globes of his muscular ass perfectly round and peeking out from just under the waistband of his tight boxer briefs. They hugged his thick crack, the fabric straining against his swollen balls.
Rob’s breath hitched. He had seen guys in the locker room before, of course, but this was different.
This was Amit—his best friend, his Indian buddy who’d never made a move on him before. The way he bent over, ass presented like an offering, made Rob’s mouth go dry. He swallowed hard, his pulse thudding in his ears.
“Fuck,” Rob muttered again, his voice rough with need. He reached out without thinking, his fingers trembling as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Amit’s boxers and pulled them down just enough to expose the smooth, round curve of his ass.
Amit let out a low chuckle, his hips shifting slightly as Rob’s hands hovered over him. “You like that, huh?” Amit murmured, his voice thick with amusement. He spread his cheeks and showed off his dark asshole, right there in the school hallway.
Rob’s mouth went dry and his own cock throbbed painfully inside his jeans at the sight.
“You want in there, don’t you?” Amit’s voice was low and teasing. “You want to fuck your best friend’s tight Indian ass right here in the school hallway?”
Rob’s breath came out in a shuddering gasp. “Fuck—yes. Yes I do.”
Amit pushed his boxers down further, letting them pool at his ankles along with his jeans. His bare ass was on full display now, round and firm, the puckered hole already glistening with a film of sweat. Rob’s fingers twitched, aching to touch, to spread, to breach.
His cock ached inside his jeans, the zipper biting into his swollen flesh. He could feel precum soaking through the denim, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Amit bent further, his ass cheeks spreading just enough to tease—revealing the tight, dark rosebud of his hole, glistening with arousal. A bead of sweat ran down the cleft of his ass, disappearing between his globes.
Rob swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his throat. He reached down and unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, which sprang out thick and heavy, already dripping with precum. He stepped closer, the tip grazing the smooth skin of Amit’s thigh.
The Indian boy’s skin was warm. Hot even. The scent of him—sweat, musk, something faintly spicy—filled Rob’s nostrils. He could feel his heart pounding, his breath coming in sharp, needy gasps.
“Yeah?” Amit’s voice was thick, teasing. “You gonna fuck me right here, Rob?”
Rob didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His hands trembled as he pressed them against Amit’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal the tight, glistening hole. It pulsed slightly—a tiny flutter that made Rob’s cock throb painfully.
It twitched again, hot and damp and *so fucking tight*.
Rob groaned and pressed a finger against it, sliding the tip in just past the first knuckle. Amit gasped, his body tensing before melting back against Rob’s touch. “Fuck—fuck, *shit*!” Amit hissed, his voice a raw rasp. His fingers clawed at the lockers behind him, knuckles turning white.
Rob’s breath came in sharp, needy gasps as he worked his finger deeper—past the resistance, past the burn—until the first knuckle was fully buried inside.
Amit groaned, his hips rolling back against the intrusion, his ass clenching around Rob’s finger like a vise. The tight heat was overwhelming, the way his body instinctively tried to pull him deeper making Rob’s cock pulse with desperate need.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Amit’s voice was a broken whisper, his body trembling under Rob’s touch. “Tighter?” he begged, spreading his cheeks wider with his own hands, opening himself up even more. His hole fluttered around Rob’s finger, slick with arousal, and Rob could feel the way it pulsed around him, like it was trying to milk him.
Rob didn’t hesitate.
He slid a second finger in beside the first, stretching Amit open slow and deep. The Indian boy’s hole resisted at first—tight, hot, *so fucking tight*—before finally giving way with a wet, obscene pop. Amit gasped, his body jerking, his fingers clawing at the lockers as his ass swallowed both digits to the knuckles.
“Jesus—*fuck*—” Amit’s voice was a broken moan, his hips rolling back against Rob’s hand like he was trying to ride his fingers. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of Rob’s cock, splattering onto his jeans before pooling on the floor between them.
Rob pulled his fingers out of Amit, which caused Amit to yelp.Rob proceeded to take off all his clothes. “You’re gonna get naked right here in the high school hallway in the middle of the day?”, Amit said, shocked but still with his ass out.
Rob stepped back and looked around one more time. He knew that they could get caught at any moment, but his cock wouldn’t let him delay any longer. The need and lust were overwhelming and he couldn’t control his actions.
He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting his heavy cock spring free, his own precum dribbling down the shaft as he freed himself. He dropped his jeans and underwear to the ground and kicked them aside. Rob’s body felt like it was on fire, his skin too tight, his dick too heavy, his balls too full. He stepped closer to Amit again, his bare chest pressing against Amit’s back, their skin radiating heat between them.
Amit’s ass was right there—not just exposed, but presented, the tight little hole glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of the school hallway. Rob could smell him now—sweat, musk, something dark and spicy beneath it all, the scent of a man who wanted this as badly as Rob did.
“Fuck,” Rob groaned against Amit’s ear, his breath hot. “You’re such a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?”
Amit shivered, his hips rolling back instinctively, his ass pressing against Rob’s cock. “Fuck yeah I am,” he admitted, voice rough. “Get those pants totally off and arch that back, stick that hot Indian butt out!” Rob demanded as he stood completely naked in the McKinley high school hallway. He took a few steps back and grabbed Amit’s hips and pulled him away from the lockers, making him arch his back at the perfect height for what Rob wanted to do to him.
Rob spit in his hand and rubbed the slick spit all over his shaft making sure his cock was ready. He then spat on Amit’s asshole and began to rub it in slow circles around the tight puckered hole. He then lined up the dripping tip of his cock against Amit’s entrance and pushed forward slowly, letting Amit’s tight hole stretch around the thick head of his cock. Amit gasped and his body tensed up as he felt himself being impaled by Rob’s thick American cock.
He had never felt anything like this before. This wasn't the gentle stretch of his own fingers, or the teasing press of his brother Nick’s dick—this was *fucking*, raw and brutal, the kind of stretch that burned and then melted into something else entirely.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Amit’s voice broke, his fingers clawing at the lockers as his ass took the first inch of Rob’s cock with a wet, obscene *pop*. The tight heat clenched around him instantly, pulsing like it was trying to pull him deeper before he’d even fully breached him.
Amit let out a broken moan, his back arching further, his hole fluttering around the thick head of Rob’s cock like it was struggling to accommodate him.
Rob groaned, his hands gripping Amit’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck—*fuck*—” he hissed, his voice raw. He pushed forward another inch, the stretch intense, the way Amit’s body fought and *gave* at the same time making his vision blur at the edges. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock, mixing with the spit already slicking his shaft, making the next inch slide in a little easier—though not by much.
Amit’s tight ring of muscle pulsed around him, fluttering in protest as Rob pushed deeper, the head of his cock finally breaching past the resistance. The sensation was *overwhelming*—hot, tight, the kind of pressure that made his balls draw up painfully even before he was fully inside.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Amit’s voice was a broken rasp, his body trembling, his fingers white-knuckled against the lockers. His ass clenched around Rob’s cock, trying to push back even as it burned with the stretch. “Fuck, it’s too much—too much—”
Rob didn’t stop. He couldn’t. “Hopefully one of the hot teachers catch us,” Rob whispered to Amit as he sunk his cock all the way in to the base, until their balls touched each other. The Indian boy’s hole was stretched so wide open, the tender pink flesh glistened in the fluorescent light of the school hallway. Rob could see his own cock throb inside of Amit, his shaft buried to the root, the thick head pressing against the tight walls of Amit’s ass. He could feel every pulse, every twitch of Amit’s insides clamping down around him. It was the tightest, most perfect fucking hole he had ever felt in his life. His cock pulsed inside of his best friend, more precum dripping out of the tip and mixing with Amit’s own slick, sweet release.
He could feel every twitch and flutter of Amit’s tight hole clenching around him. His balls ached, heavy and swollen, and he knew he couldn’t last long. He wanted to pound into Amit’s tight ass until he shot deep inside of him, until his cum filled his best friend’s ass and dripped out of him when he stood back up.
He pulled his hips back slightly, the thick head of his cock almost slipping out of Amit’s tight hole before he slammed back in with a wet, obscene *schlick*. Amit let out a broken moan at the sudden intrusion, his body jerking forward against the lockers, his hole fluttering around Rob’s cock at the brutal pace. Rob began thrusting his hips in a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of Amit’s ass.
The pleasure was so intense that his vision blurred when he felt the tightness of Amit’s hole squeezing around his shaft. The friction was maddening—wet, slick, and obscenely tight—as Amit’s hole fought and then yielded to every thrust.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Amit groaned, his voice raw and ragged, his hips rolling back to meet each of Rob’s thrusts. He pushed his ass back against Rob, taking him deeper, his tight hole swallowing inch after inch of cock. The sounds of their bodies slapping together—wet, obscene, *filthy*—filled the empty hallway, mixing with the ragged cries that spilled from both their lips.
Rob’s hips pistoned faster, his balls slapping against Amit’s thighs with every brutal thrust, his cock drilling into that tight, clenching hole with bruising force.
Amit’s breath came in broken gasps, his fingers scrabbling uselessly against the lockers behind him as Rob’s cock pistoned in and out of his ass, stretching him wider with every stroke. The head of his dick dragged along Amit’s prostate on every inward thrust, making his vision whiten out at the edges. His cock bobbed between his legs, leaking thick ropes of pre-cum onto the floor, his balls aching and heavy.
Rob increased the speed that he was fucking Amit, and the slapping sound of his hips smacking against Amit’s ass could be heard echoing down the hall. it turned him on more knowing that people were in class all while he was fucking his friend right there in the hallway. Both of them heard footsteps coming down the hall, but neither of them stopped. Amit continued to back up onto Rob’s cock just as hard as Rob was fucking him. The footsteps got closer and Rob suddenly felt a hand on his own ass, caressing it as he thrusted in and out of Amit’s ass. “A deep voice whispered in his year “You two look fucking hot!” Rob looked up and saw that it was Mr. Dawson, the history teacher. His cock was freed of his pants and he was stroking it as he watched them fuck. He didn’t stop or hesitate, he just continued to pump his thick meat in his hand and watch the two young boys with a hunger filled smile.
“Fuck yeah, you love this don’t you?” Rob groaned as he fucked Amit harder, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning in and out of the tight Indian ass with brutal force. The teacher’s hand was a blur on his thick cock, the veins bulging as he gave it slow, deliberate strokes.
His other hand reached out, fingers tangling in Rob’s wet hair before yanking his head back with a sharp tug. “Look at you,” Mr. Dawson growled, his voice rough with lust. “Fucking your best friend’s tight little ass in the middle of the damn school. That’s fuckin nice…” Mr. Dawson said as he looked the two boys up and down. He then looked over both shoulders and proceeded to take off all of his clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor of the high school hallway.
The teacher’s cock was long and thick, it had to be at least a good eight inches, maybe even longer . It was veiny and slightly curved, the head swollen and dark with arousal. A bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip as he continued to stroke himself slowly while watching Rob and Amit.
“The perks of teaching at an all boys high school,” he said as he rubbed his hairy chest, his hard cock pulsing. Despite the body hair, you could see every one of his abdominal muscles.
He ran his hand down his chest, over his stomach and wrapped his fingers around the thick girth of his cock. He gave it one slow up and down stroke as he looked at both of the teenage boys.
"Fuck, you two are so damn hot," he groaned as he continued to stroke himself.
Rob pulled his cock out of Amit and removed all of his clothes, he was now fully naked too. He laid on the linoleum floor of the school and motioned towards Amit. “Sit on my cock and ride it,” he said. Amit removed the rest of his clothes and smiled. Without hesitation he sat on Rob’s cock and moaned loudly. Hearing this moan made Mr. Dawson moan himself as he watched Rob’s cock disappear into Amit’s ass. Mr. Dawson stroked his cock faster as Amit begun to bounce his ass up and down on Rob’s cock, taking it deeper. His fat cock was fully out now, and he jacked himself hard as both boys put on a show for him. His balls were heavy with cum, aching to spill his load all over their young bodies.
Amit rode Rob’s cock with a reckless abandon, his tight Indian ass swallowing inch after inch with sloppy, wet sounds. The fluorescent hallway lights glinted off sweat-slicked skin, turning everything into a blur of motion and noise—skin slapping skin, moans echoing off the lockers, the slick, obscene noises of Amit’s hole taking all of Rob’s thick cock over and over.
The teacher’s hand flew on his own dick, the thick vein pulsing beneath his skin as he stroked himself with bruising force.
“Fuck—*fuck*—” Rob growled through clenched teeth, his fingers biting into Amit’s hips hard enough to leave bruises as the younger boy rode him with wild, abandoning movements. His tight Indian ass swallowed inch after inch, clenching hard around Rob’s shaft with every descent, making his vision whiten out at the edges.
A nearby classroom door slowly swung open, and Rob could see out of the corner of his eye another male teacher peer his head around the corner of the door.The man looked to be in his late 40s with a broad chest and muscles that strained against a button-up. He adjusted the glasses on his face as he saw Rob and Amit fucking, his eyes going wide before he stepped out into the hallway fully. He quickly unbuttoned his pants allowing his thick cock to spring free, his hand immediately wrapping around the shaft as he walked closer to the two boys. The man had a look of hunger on his face as he watched the incredible view of Rob's cock sliding in and out of Amit’s ass.
"Holy shit," the man groaned out as he approached closer. He grabbed a handful of Mr. Dawson’s ass. Mr. Dawson looked over, it was Mr. Hanson, a history teacher.
He let out a breathless chuckle and squeezed Dawson’s ass cheek, his hips already jerking forward as he watched the two boys. Without breaking eye contact, he gave Dawson’s plump cheek a squeeze before dropping to his knees behind him, spreading Dawson’s ass cheeks with both hands.
"Yeah,
The history teacher let out a low, rumbling groan against Dawson’s exposed hole. “Fuck—*shit*—” Dawson hissed, his fingers tangling in Rob’s hair as he yanked him back roughly. His hips jerked involuntarily, his cock slipping deeper into Rob’s tight grip.
Hanson didn’t miss a beat. One hand spread Dawson’s ass cheeks wide while the other gripped his own shaft, stroking slowly as he watched Dawson’s hole clench around nothing. “Fuck, look at you,” Hanson growled, his voice rough with lust. “Tight little hole all exposed like that. Beautiful hairy ass!” “Holy fuck, that’s so damn hot!” Dawson gasped as Hanson’s tongue dragged a slow, wet stripe from the base of his crack all the way to his hole. The teacher’s spit mixed with the sweat and pre-cum that already slicked up the tight ring of muscle. The hot, wet drag of his tongue made Dawson’s entire body shudder, his hole fluttering uncontrollably as the sensation of being eaten out so publicly sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.
“Mmm… someone likes that,” Hanson murmurred against Dawson’s hole, his breath hot and damp against the sensitive flesh.
While the two teachers were going at it, Amit was looking deep into Rob’s eyes as Rob’s cock was deep in Amit’s ass. “I fucking love you, Rob!” Amit said, as his big Indian cock bounced in a circle as he rode Rob’s cock.
He looked down at Rob with love in his eyes. He pushed his long black hair , which was slick with sweat, off his forehead . He then leaned down to kiss Rob with passion.
Rob opened his mouth, and their tongues clashed in a frenzied kiss. When they broke their kiss both Amit and Rob could see someone else walking down the hall. It looked like it was a student, a freshman. He was carrying a backpack, headphones in, completely unaware of what was happening at the far end of the hallway. His face was buried in his phone, fingers scrolling rapidly as Rob and Amit continued to fuck. Rob's cock was pistoning in and out of Amit's tight hole with obscene wet sounds. Amit was moaning loudly as he rode Rob's cock with wild abandon.
The student walking down the hall was getting closer and closer, his headphones in, completely oblivious to the filthy show unfolding just a few feet away. Rob and Amit didn't stop fucking, their bodies slapping together with obscene wet sounds echoing through the hallway.
Rob looked up, his eyes locking with the freshman's. The boy's eyes widened in shock as he finally noticed what was happening. His mouth fell open, his phone slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor. He fumbled to pick it up, his face burning crimson.
"Ho—holy shit," the freshman stammered, his voice barely audible over the ragged breathing of the three people in the hallway.
His face burned crimson behind his glasses, his cock twitching visibly in his khaki pants as he stared, frozen, at the obscene sight before him.
*Fuck.* He was cute. Small. Probably younger than both of them. His hair was tousled, his lips parted in shock, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His fingers trembled around his phone, which he'd finally picked up off the floor, though his eyes never left the scene in front of him.
Amit didn’t stop riding Rob’s cock—not even for a second. His tight Indian ass clenched around Rob’s shaft with wet, obscene sounds, his hole swallowing inch after inch with each bounce. Next to them Mr. Hanson was fingering Mr. Dawson’s asshole fast and wildly. The freshman stood there, mouth opened in shock.
He was frozen, his phone clutched in one hand, his eyes wide as he took in the scene unfolding before him. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the hallway, mixing with the ragged breaths of the two boys as Rob continued to fuck Amit. The freshman could feel his cock hardening in his pants, the zipper digging into his swollen flesh.
Rob looked up at the freshman, their eyes locking. The younger boy’s face was flushed, his glasses slightly askew, his mouth hanging open in a mix of shock and fascination. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at the obscene sight.
Amit, meanwhile, didn’t stop riding Rob’s cock and Mr. Hanson didn’t stop fingering Mr. Dawson.
The teacher’s fingers moved rapidly, plunging in and out of Dawson’s slick hole, the obscene wet sounds filling the hallway between the boys’ ragged breathing. The freshman’s gaze flicked between them—between the way Rob’s cock pistoned in and out of Amit’s tight hole, between the way Hanson’s fingers worked Dawson’s ass like a vice, between the way Dawson’s hole fluttered and clenched around those invading digits.
The kid’s lips parted, his breath hitching as he watched Dawson let out a broken moan, his hands absentmindedly pulled his shirt up, revealing a skinny smooth torso, he rubbed his chest and stomach, moaning as he watched the four of them in front of him.
“No way…” the freshman whispered, his voice cracking. His cock was now fully hard in his khakis, the outline of it clear through the fabric of his pants. He didn't even try to hide it.
Dawson’s eyes were half-lidded, glassy with lust as he turned his head slightly to look at the freshman. His lips were wet, parted, and swollen from kissing Hanson. “You like what you see, kid?” he purred, his voice rough.
The freshman swallowed hard, his chest heaving. “I—I don’t know what to say,” he stammered, his fingers tightening around his phone. He slide the phone into his pocket and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
His cock was already dripping with precum, the thick length already heavy in his grip. He began to stroke himself slowly, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Rob and Amit were still going at it, their bodies a tangle of sweat and need. Amit rode Rob’s cock with wild abandon, his tight Indian ass clenching around the thick shaft as skin smacked against skin with wet, obscene sounds. His hole stretched obscenely around Rob’s girth, the tender pink flesh glistening with arousal.
Mr. Hanson nodded towards the freshman and said to Mr. Dawson “look at that big boy cock. This brings out the perv in me.” Mr. Dawson groaned out as he watched the freshman begin to stroke himself. It was so damn hot watching the young boy’s small, tight hand wrap around his long, thin cock and begin to pump up and down. The freshman’s cock was a lighter shade of pink than the other two boys, the tip already flushed a deep ruby red with arousal.
He was small—delicate even—but the way he stroked himself with such desperate, clumsy movements made Dawson’s mouth water. His fingers trembled as he squeezed the base of his shaft, his thumb smearing precum over the swollen tip in slow, teasing circles.
“Fuck, you’re cute like this,” Dawson murmured, his voice rough with lust as he watched the younger boy’s hips jerk forward involuntarily. “You gonna come for us, kid?”
The freshman’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing crimson behind his glasses. He bit his lower lip, his free hand clutching at his backpack strap like it was the only thing keeping him anchored.
While he was still getting pounded by Hanson’s fingers, Dawson said to the boy,”why don’t you turn around and show the four of us your butt?”.
The freshman swallowed hard as he looked at all the intense stares upon him. His eyes held excitement gleaming within them, he turned around, showing his raw skinny butt to the entire group. He bent over a little bit, both of his hands making his way down to his ass cheeks, his hands spread his cheeks apart.
Everyone in the hallway could see his tight, pink little hole winking at them. The group all moaned as they saw it. The freshman was skinny all over, but his ass had a nice curve to it, two perfectly rounded little globes that parted to reveal the object of everyone's desire. His asshole was small and tight, clenching slightly as the group watched his every move. A small bead of pre-cum dripped onto the floor from the tip of his cock, leaving a small, wet spot on the linoleum.
"Fuck yeah, that's a nice little ass," Hanson growled from behind Dawson, his fingers now sliding out of the teacher's hole with a wet pop. He wiped his glistening digits on Dawson's shirt before standing up and stepping closer to the student. "You ever been fucked before, kid?" he asked, his voice rough with lust.
The freshman shook his head, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Only with two of my fingers,” he said.
Nowhere near as thick as you guys’ cocks,” the freshman admitted, his voice trembling a bit. “I’m so tight too.”
*Fuck.*
Hanson groaned low in his throat, his thick cock twitching visibly at the mental picture. He stepped in closer, his bare feet silent on the linoleum, his chest nearly brushing the freshman’s back. The boy’s spine stiffened, but he didn’t pull away.
“Wanna see what it feels like?” Hanson murmured, his hot breath ghosting over the boy’s ear.
Amit stopped riding Rob and looked at him “Let’s go make love somewhere private, and leave these guys to have fun with his freshman,” he said. Rob nodded his head. Both him and Amit got up off the floor, grabbed their clothes and disappeared into a classroom. Now Hanson and Dawson were left alone with the boy. Dawson reached out and traced a finger down the freshman’s trembling spine, making the boy shiver violently.
“Go on, kid,” Dawson goaded, his voice thick with lust. “Tell us what you *want*.”
The freshman’s breathing hitched, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I—” he started, then stopped, his voice failing him. He bit his lower lip, his fingers flexing around his shaft before he finally forced the words out. “I want to know what it feels like… to be *fucked* like that.”
Hanson let out a low, appreciative growl from behind him. “I want you two to take turns eating and fucking my boy pussy,” the freshman said.
His voice was so soft it was almost lost in the obscene sound of wet flesh, but we heard him perfectly. His asshole clenched again, a small whimper slipping past his lips as he waited. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard anyone say.
Hanson stepped closer, his body pressing against the freshman’s back. The teacher was tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of man who filled a room just by walking in. He placed a hand on the kid’s lower back, guiding him forward until his chest pressed against the lockers. The kid gasped at the cold metal against his bare skin, his hole fluttering.
Even though he was turned on, Dawson hesitated. “We could go to jail for this,” Dawson said to Hanson.
His voice was rough with need, but his eyes flickered with hesitation. His cock still throbbed in his grip, pre-cum dripping in thick strands onto the linoleum floor. He watched the freshman’s tight little hole pulse in anticipation, the pink flesh clenching as if begging for something bigger than fingers.
“And?” Hanson’s voice was a low growl. He stepped closer, his breath hot against the boy’s ear. “You scared of a little risk, Dawson? Look at him.” He nodded toward the freshman, whose back arched slightly, pressing his ass out further, as if offering it without words.
The kid’s hole was small—tight—just the way Hanson liked it. The teacher’s cock twitched at the sight, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He wanted to bury himself inside that tight little hole so deep it made him scream.
Hanson’s hand slid down the freshman’s back, over his trembling spine, until his fingers curled around the boy’s hip, pulling him back slightly. The motion forced the kid’s legs wider, his tight little hole now fully exposed to both their hungry gazes. A small, nervous whine escaped his lips as his fingers clawed at the lockers, knuckles turning white.
Dawson didn’t waste another second. He pressed his face between those spread cheeks, his tongue flicking out in a long, wet drag from the boy’s tight hole all the way up to the small of his back. “yes Mr. Dawson, eat my boy pussy!’ He yelled.
The words were filthy and desperate in his mouth as Dawson’s tongue finally breached his entrance, the hot, wet drag sending a shudder through his entire body. ‘Fuck—oh *fuck*—’
Dawson groaned against the boy’s tight hole, the sound vibrating through every nerve ending. His tongue was relentless—long, thick strokes that rimmed him, teased him, before finally pushing deep inside. The freshman’s hole fluttered wildly around it, resisting at first before melting under Dawson’s expert attention. Hot, wet suction sounds filled the hallway as Dawson rimmed him with deep, steady strokes, his fingers digging into the boy’s trembling hips.
They hadn’t noticed another freshman boy had walked up behind them.
A well-built, broad-shouldered youngster with a confident swagger, his school uniform slightly rumpled from a long day of classes. He adjusted his glasses, his sharp eyes taking in the scene before him—freshman bent over lockers with his tight ass exposed, Dawson on his knees devouring him, Hanson standing behind with his thick cock already dripping pre-cum onto the linoleum floor.
The new arrival—let's call him Tyler—didn’t hesitate. He walked straight up to the group, his hand already moving to his fly. His cock was already half-hard in his dress pants, straining against the fabric.
He watched for a long moment, his breath hitching as Dawson’s tongue plunged in and out of the freshman’s tight hole with obscene wet sounds. The freshman’s whimpers filled the hallway, his body trembling visibly as he melted under the teacher’s attention.