School Sluts Get Detention

It was a grey and rainy Friday in September, and Coach Stevens was standing by his desk at the head of the class, arms folded, a stern expression on his face. The clock on the wall ticked loudly: 3:45pm.

Sitting side by side at a desk in the centre of the classroom were Tyler and Lucas. Lucas had a mop of floppy brown hair and big, soulful eyes. Tyler was buzz-cut and sporty, and he looked kinda mean. Both of them were fifteen, and really fucking cute.

"Boys, boys, boys. Whatever are we going to do with you?" Coach Stevens asked rhetorically. "Would one of you care to explain what you're doing here in detention yet again?"

Tyler kept his eyes on the floor. Lucas looked around the room sheepishly. 

"Well? Mr. Bridger? Anything to say?"

"Umm," said Lucas, "we didn't do anything, sir."

"Oh no? Mr. Park? Anything to add?"

"All he did was sniff my fingers, sir," said Tyler, innocently. Lucas couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Coach Stevens walked over to the door. 

"That's not how Mr. Wallace tells it." 

He flipped the lock, then pulled the blinds down over the windows. 

"He told me that you, Tyler, were shoving your fingers up your asshole and then making Lucas here sniff them. Is that correct?"

Tyler grinned. "Yes sir. But not just my asshole, sir. I was playing with my cock and making him smell that, too." 

The teacher rolled his eyes.

"And you, Lucas. Mr. Wallace reported that, after sniffing Tyler's butt-stink, you started to moan loudly and suck on his fingers, disrupting the whole class."

Lucas groaned. "Oh, but sir it isn't my fault! Tyler knows how much of a slut I am for his Alpha musk! It isn't fair, I can't control myself!"

Coach Stevens came over and leaned against the desk in front of them, spreading his thick, hairy thighs in the process. He was an attractive man, mid-thirties, with a gym teacher's muscular physique. He wore dirty white sneakers and skimpy red shorts that did a bad job of hiding his obvious erection. A white vest showed off his strong arms beautifully, and his cap bore the mascot of the school's football team. "Now boys, I understand. I really do. You're at the age where lots of changes are taking place. Your bodies are growing, hormones are raging. In short, you're becoming young men. I know it might feel like you can't control yourselves, but you must. Lucas, I love that you're embracing your true nature as a total bottom slut. And Tyler, I think it's wonderful that a young Alpha like yourself has found the perfect sub to train and dominate. But boys, Mr. Wallace's Geography class is neither the time nor the place, hmm?"

"I'm sorry, sir," they both said in unison. 

"Yes. Well, I seem to remember you saying the exact same thing last time you were here. Watching porn in Mrs. Williams' algebra class, wasn't it?"

"Yes sir," said Tyler enthusiastically, "Mexican Butt Sluts III."

"The Director's Cut!" added Lucas.

"Oh yeah! It had that extended gang-bang scene with all the sloppy ass-to-mouth. You loved that one."

"Regardless! - " Interjected Coach Stevens, "If you find yourselves overcome with fuck-lust again, just make sure to come and find me, okay? I can take care of those urges of yours safely. No need risking your school career for an orgasm, you understand?"

"Yes sir," they both said.

"Good. Now, take off your clothes. It's time for me to teach you both a lesson."

Tyler and Lucas grinned at each other, their youthful faces beaming with excitement. They quickly jumped up and started stripping. Lucas kicked off his shoes and yanked down his trousers, while Tyler was trying to undo the buttons on his shirt. He gave up and ripped it off over his head.

"Leave the ties on though boys. You're still in school, after all."

A moment later, they were standing proud in just their underwear and school ties. Tyler wore a pair of black trunks that drew the eye naturally to the chiselled lines of his abdomen and accentuated his ample package. Lucas wore a white jockstrap, classic style. He was all about showing off his perfect bubble-butt. 

"Very nice," said Coach. "Lucas, you can keep the strap on. I love the way it frames your ass. Tyler, lose the shorts. They look great, but let's see what you're working with, yeah?"

Tyler bent over and whipped them off, no hesitation. His thick uncut cock bounced up, hard as a rock. He grabbed it and pulled back the foreskin, and a small glob of precum oozed from the slit. He scooped it up with a fingertip, then sucked it clean.

"Oh yes, much better. You should be proud of that thing, son. Very impressive. Now, both of you, come here and get on your knees. That's right, side by side."  

The gym teacher stood over the two adolescent delinquents and looked down at them with a wicked gleam in his eye. As he spoke, he reached down and squeezed his cock though the thin material of his shorts. Coach never wore underwear, so they could easily make out the shape of his big bull balls and the thick trunk of his shaft.

"As you know, it's my job to punish you." A sly grin tugged at the corner of Coach's mouth as he said this. "What would this institution become if we just let you act like dirty sluts with no repercussions? No, actions have consequences boys. Open your mouths."

Tyler put his arm around Lucas' shoulder and leaned in close, cheek to cheek. Both boys opened their mouths wide and stuck out their tongues. They knew what was coming, and they were more than ready for it. In fact, they were thirsty. Coach Stevens heaved the semi out of his shorts and aimed it at his kneeling students. He closed his eyes and focussed, then a second later a heavy stream of hot, clear piss came blasting from his cock like a hose, absolutely drenching Lucas and Tyler. Coach directed the stream at Lucas' face, who tilted his head back to catch it. As the piss flooded in and filled up his mouth, it made a sound just like water pouring into a cup. When his mouth was full to overflowing, he gulped down half of the precious fluid and then spat the rest straight into Tyler's waiting mouth. It seemed like Coach's piss went on forever the way he was hosing them down. He must've drunk a ton of water beforehand. At one point Coach shoved his cock, still pissing, straight into Tyler's mouth, forcing him to drink from the source.

"That's right, pig, swallow it. Oh yeah, good boy. Keep it up. Swallow. Nice, nice. Yeah, keep looking at me. Just like that. Oh yeah. Again. Swallow it!"

When Coach's stream had finally dried up, Lucas and Tyler were soaked head to toe and their bellies were full of piss, not to mention the huge puddle they were kneeling in. Coach shook out the last drops of piss and gave his cock a few quick tugs, bringing it up to full mast. It bobbed up and down hypnotically, and the boys couldn't take their eyes off it. It looked so strong and powerful. Lucas licked his lips, hungry for it. Tyler stared at it admiringly. He hoped that, one day, his own cock would look that heavy and imposing too.

"Good job, boys. Now let's put those mouths to work, eh? Come here. One of you on either side. That's right. Put your lips on it, good. Up and down now, let's see some team work!"

The boys wrapped their luscious pink lips around the sides of Coach Steven's meaty shaft and slobbered their way along its length as one. When they reached the mushroom head their tongues darted out, swirling and dancing together over the glans. Precum oozed out of slit and they lapped it up hungrily, sharing the sweet, salty nectar as they made out around their treat. Coach Stevens placed a hand on either boy's head, holding them in position, then started to pump. His big, hard cock slipped so smoothly between their full, moist lips, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the silky, luxuriant sensation.

After a while, Coach grabbed Lucas roughly by the hair and manoeuvred the piss-drenched slut into a position where he could feed him the whole length of his manhood. Lucas looked up into Coach's eyes pleadingly and opened his mouth again. He needed this so badly. Tyler leaned back to watch, smirking. The teacher slapped his big, hard cock on Lucas' tongue a couple times, then shoved it in between his pursed lips. As he butted up against the back of Lucas' throat the boy gagged hard but managed to hold on, willing it to open up. Coach felt it happen. The student's oesophagus relaxed, and the teacher's cock pushed down further into the depths of the boy's neck. Lucas' pretty brown eyes rolled back in his skull, like his soul had left his body or something.

"Fuck yes, that's how you do it," growled Coach. "Take note, Mr. Park. See how he's surrendering to me? A boy's throat is just a different kind of pussy. Treat the boy right, and you can fuck it like any other." He proceeded to pound away at Lucas' sloppy mouth. He started out slow and steady, then worked up to a faster pace. Before long, his full, hairy balls were bouncing off the boy's chin as he railed his throat. Every now and then Lucas would gag and splutter, coughing up thick, gooey wads of throat slime that drooled from the corners of his mouth and dripped off Coach Stevens' balls. Tears were streaming down the kid's face by this point. The slut was a complete mess, gooned-out and sloppy, totally blissed from the hardcore skull-fucking. When Coach pulled out, his shaft was slick with slime and saliva, just like Lucas' adorable face. "Your turn, Tyler," said the teacher, stepping back. 

Tyler hopped up eagerly and stood over his kneeling friend. He gave his rock-hard fuck-stick a stroke and then skinned back the hood, exposing his angry red glans. Holding firm at the base, he aimed it at Lucas' lips, then pushed. 

"Remember how I showed you son," said Mr. Stevens, supervising. "Hold his head with both hands, that's right. Put your sub where you want him. Don't forget, he's just a hole for your pleasure." Tyler needed no encouragement. He took his time, enjoying the tight, wet embrace of Lucas' throat-pussy. He especially loved the sensation of his cock-head popping through the sphincter, in and out, and every time he did, Lucas would make these crude, sexy gurgling noises. Coach Stevens placed a supportive hand on Tyler's shoulder, then brought it down slowly over his back, 'til it came to rest on the smooth, round globe of his ass-cheek. The other he placed on the back of Lucas' head. 
 
"Let's try something else now. Tyler, push your cock all the way down Lucas' throat and keep it there. Don't worry, he can take it." Coach pressed down firmly on the back of Lucas' head, impaling him on his buddy's cock. "Hold him there, that's right. If he struggles, be firm. Keep it in that pussy where it belongs. You'll notice he can't breathe now, right? When you're that deep, you're blocking his airways. As the Alpha, it's up to you to decide when your sub can breathe. Hold it, hold it. Good. He can last a little longer, I think. See how he's struggling now? That's perfect. Feels good, doesn't it? Okay, okay, pull out, let him take a breath."

Lucas gasped as Tyler finally pulled out, filling his burning lungs with sweet, sweet air. Seconds later, he was back on the dick, desperate to please. Tyler continued to abuse Lucas' throat while Coach Stevens watched; controlling his breathing, wrecking his throat, and making him choke like a pro. 

"Okay boys, good stuff. Now I want to see those holes. Get up on the desk on your hands and knees, butts in the air."

Tyler helped Lucas up off the floor, then both boys did as instructed and climbed onto the desk. Coach Stevens smiled, enjoying the view. In his mind, there were few things in this world more arousing than a teenage boy's butt. Tyler's was tight, boxy, and completely smooth. His little puckered asshole looked pink and knotty. Lucas' butt was fuller and rounder, with a light sprinkling of soft, downy hair in the crack. His hole was wider and darker than Tyler's, too, and looked more like a slit than a hole. It brought to mind the coin slot in a piggy bank, and Coach Stevens wanted to make a deposit.

"Beautiful," said the teacher, as he ran his hands over their soft, supple cheeks. With a strong hand he grabbed the flesh of Lucas' meaty ass, squeezed hard, then gave it a good, sharp slap, leaving a rosy handprint in the pale skin. The sound echoed around the room and Lucas cried out in pleasure and pain. Next the teacher dragged two fingers down the crack of Tyler's ass, teasing his tight little opening. The boy shivered in response, and all the hairs on his arms stood on end. When Coach did the same to Lucas, the tips of his fingers sank effortlessly into the soft hole, like it was quicksand trying to swallow them. "Fuck me, that's a hungry boy-cunt."

Impressed at the looseness of Lucas' hole, Coach grabbed the boy's butt cheeks and spread 'em. The hungry pussy flared open, blooming like a flower. Coach dived in face first and wriggled his tongue up the boy's fuck-chute. It tasted clean and fresh, with just a hint of muskiness. He obviously kept it clean and breedable for Tyler at all times, like a good sub should. Lucas loved getting his hole eaten, and the way Coach was sucking on his asslips and jabbing his tongue inside felt incredible. The scratchiness of the older man's beard on his sensitive skin was driving him wild, and he bounced his ass back on Coach's face, fucking himself on the teacher's tongue. Minutes later, when Lucas' hole was good and wet, Coach slipped his tongue out and shifted his attention to Tyler.

He leaned in and pressed his nose to the Alpha boy's exposed anus, breathing deep. He let the musky fragrance of the teenager's ass flood his nostrils, savouring it like a fine vintage of wine. It was ripe, sure, but not overpowering. Beneath the odour of sweat and ass, something else, something animal. It was the scent of adolescent lust, pure sex, a heady mix of hormones and desire. As he sniffed and snorted Tyler's bouquet, Coach Stevens was steadily working three fingers up into Lucas' spit-lubed fuckhole, probing and stretching the hungry orifice. 

"Tyler, did you shower today?" Coach asked between sniffs. He slipped his fingers free of Lucas' slack hole and brought them over to Tyler's. It wasn't nearly as accommodating, and he had to use some force to get all three inside. 

"No, sir," Tyler said, gritting his teeth. "Lucas likes it when I'm a little, uh, funky. He says the way I smell turns him on, sir."

"I'm not surprised, son. That's one potent pussy." He roughly finger-fucked the young Alpha's asshole, kneading and mashing it like it was a lump of dough. "Did you know your anus has glands that secrete male sex pheromones? I'd wager yours are working overtime, boy. It's little wonder Lucas here turns into a sex-crazed whore whenever you're around." 

Tyler didn't reply, he just clenched his fists and did his best not to cry out in pain from the rough treatment his ass was receiving. 

Eventually, Coach pulled his fingers from Tyler's poor hole, replacing them with his tongue. Tyler sighed in relief at the warm, soothing sensation, and turned his head to make out with Lucas while Coach was French-kissing his tight little butthole. Before long he'd forgotten the pain, and his impressive cock was fully hard again. Coach was stroking it gently while he dipped his tongue in and out of the fragrant, flavourful hole, and a steady stream of precum was leaking out onto the desk where it formed a sticky puddle.

Butt-hunger satisfied, Coach Stevens stepped back and pulled off his vest, using it to wipe the spit and ass-juices from his face. His chest was defined and muscular, all covered in dark, manly fur. 

"Tyler stay where you are. Lucas, get down here. That's right, where I was. Spread your legs, arch your back. Good. Now put your face in Tyler's ass. I want to hear you sniff it. Yeah, that's it. Breathe it deep. You like Tyler's stink, huh? Fucking get high on it, slut. Inhale those pheromones. Yeah! Now eat it."

While Lucas pigged out on Tyler's boy-pussy, Coach Stevens slapped his meaty cock against Lucas' cunt with a heavy thwap. It was so loose and wet already that Coach felt no resistance when he pushed. Slowly but surely, the entire length disappeared inside the teenager's hole. Coach grabbed the boy's skinny hips and pulled him backwards. As he did so, he felt the head of his cock push on through Lucas' second hole, splitting him open.

"Ohh that's so fucking deep sir," whined Lucas into Tyler's asshole. The sound made the boy's insides vibrate, stimulating his prostate, and Tyler moaned at the sensation.

Coach slapped Lucas on the ass and then really started to fuck. He slammed his big daddy dick in and out of the slutty kid's hole again and again, losing himself to the rut. Lucas was lucky that his hole was so loose, because Coach wasn't gentle at all. That hole was his to use, and he wouldn't stop 'til he'd dropped his seed deep in the boy's fucked-out cunt. Harder and harder he fucked, deep and fast, absolutely trashing that hole. Soon the teacher felt a familiar tightening in his balls. He threw his head back and let out a roar, furiously fucking his load into Lucas. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body as his cock erupted, flooding in the boy's guts. It pulsed and twitched inside, painting the walls of his hole with sticky white goo. Totally spent, he pulled out his deflating cock all smeared with juice. Lucas' sloppy hole was totally wrecked and gaping. 

Now it was Tyler's turn to breed Lucas. Coach had the bottom get down on his knees in the puddle of piss, then he reached out and held his hand under the boy's hole. 

"Push it out now son," commanded the teacher, and the boy did as he was told. Lucas pushed, his hole blossomed, and Coach's warm, gooey load squirted out into his waiting palm. Tyler was standing by, ready to rock. Coach carefully took the handful of hot, slimy fuck-juice and slathered it all over Tyler's swollen weapon, lubing him up. 

"Another lesson for you boys. When it comes to lubricant, nothing beats what nature provides. Spit works fine, but another man's load is the perfect lube to slide in on. See how slippery that is Tyler? Feels good right?"

Tyler kneeled behind Lucas, and Coach reached down to guide the boy inside. With one swift thrust he was balls deep. Coach took a seat on a nearby chair and watched the young buck do his thing. Lucas clearly loved having Tyler inside him. He begged and pleaded for his seed, and opened his mouth wide to receive his Alpha's spit. Coach's load was leaking out around Tyler's cock as he fucked his slut, dripping down into the pool of piss that surrounded them. A few hard thrusts later and Tyler was unloading too. He grabbed Lucas by the throat and cried out with the intensity of his O. His legs trembled and his balls tightened, then volley after volley of creamy spunk flooded his friend's guts. Breathless and sweaty, they collapsed in a wet heap on the floor.

"I hope you learned something today boys," said Coach as he pulled up his shorts. He knew they'd be back in detention again before long. Boys will be boys, after all.

"There's a mop in the supply cupboard, make sure you clean up all that piss. I want this room spotless before you leave."

And with that, Coach unlocked the door and stepped out in the hallway. He took one last look over his shoulder at the two young boys lying naked in a puddle on the floor, and smiled. Oh, to be a teenager again, he thought to himself.