My mornings usually start earlier than most of my friends, but today I had no choice. I had to get to school as soon as the doors opened. I needed to see Principal Evans. Desperately. Being quarterback of the high school football team came with pressure, and Evans and I had always had a good understanding. But this was different. I had a problem I couldn’t carry into tomorrow night’s game. The whole town was watching, the whole school buzzing, and everyone’s hopes were pinned on me. I couldn’t let anything get in the way.
I know you might think my problem isn’t much to worry about but it has kind of overtaken my life. From the start of the school year, I’ve had an itch. In my ass. I discovered that if I touched my butthole while I jacked off, I shot like a motherfucker. Just rubbing my pucker and putting a finger up my butthole made my nuts fire so much harder. In no time, I got hooked on doing it: so hooked that I couldn’t last an hour without slipping my finger down the back of my pants to tease myself. This morning, my asshole was twitching something fierce, and I didn’t know how I was going to last the day.
7:45 am - Principal Evans Office
I winked at Secretary Havins, who never missed a chance to flirt with me—even though she was old enough to be my mother. But I’ve always had that kind of charm; it draws people in, girls and boys alike. I don’t mind. Honestly, I like it. With the girls, it might be something simple - holding the door a little longer, giving them a compliment about how sexy they were looking, or even, with some, something a bit nastier, about how beautiful their pussy is – if we’ve fucked before. I just want everyone to feel special.
With the guys, it’s different. If it’s a teammate, I’ll slap a shoulder pad in the hallway or crack a joke about practice or do a little ass grab. You know the way student athletes do. For some of the non-sports guys, the star quarterback just remembering their name means a lot and it makes them feel good.
Now, the drama club boys, or the ones that look at me a little longer than they really should; they can’t disguise how they watch how I move or stare at the way I fill the crotch of my pants. I’m not blind. I’ve heard the gossip. Everyone knows I’m hung. I flirt with them. Who does it hurt? I let them squeeze my muscled arms and pat their asses playfully. I’ve even let one or two of my special ones, touch my cock and my ass. My boy, Sammy, even blows me, taking my cock in his mouth and swallowing my load. I give him a peck on the cheek in thanks. He’s a bud. He loved it. I loved it. It’s just play. It’s never about putting myself above anyone, it’s about letting them know I see them.
I guess that’s the part that matters most to me. Everybody wants to feel noticed, like they’re more than just another face rushing through the halls. I figure if I can make someone smile, if I can give even a second of my attention, then I’ve done something worthwhile.
I head into the principal’s office without knocking, because the door is open.
“Good morning, Billy,” said Principal Evans. “Excited about tomorrow night’s game?”
“Yes, sir!” I answered. “Can’t wait!”
“What’s on your mind, my boy? Why so desperate to see me?” inquired the principal concernedly. “Can’t have our star quarterback preoccupied before the big game.”
“That’s what I was thinking too, Mr. E,” I burst. “AND I’ve got that problem I’ve told you about before. It’s really bad. It really itches.” I started sticking my hand in the back of my pants and finding my crack. I couldn’t help it.
“Better lock that door,” he told me. “This seems serious. Is it worse than before?”
“Yes, sir, it is,” I told him. “It’s so bad. I feel like it’s on fire!” I ripped opened my jeans and shoved them and my underwear off, stepping out of them, and leaving them on the floor with my flip flops. I couldn’t help it. I leaned forward, sticking my hand between my legs, opening my hole and rubbing it as hard as I could.
“I’m going to try what’s worked before, my boy.” He told me.
Principal Evans went behind me, knelt on his knees and spread my ass cheeks. He smelled the crack and then licked my hole.
“Oh, Mr. E, that’s it. Your mouth always works!” I told him as he eats me out.
He licks and sucks around my hole, kissing the cheeks and even biting them. He knows I love that.
“Really get in there, Mr. E! You love Billy’s hole!”
He slurps all over my pucker and the area around it. He even goes under my crack and licks my balls, which is something he knows I especially like.
He tells me he LOVES eating ass and anytime I need his help, all I have to do is ask.
He’s sucking on my pucker. Sucking it hard and, doing what he does best, trying to force his tongue up my ass. I kept fingering myself as he sucks.
“Just how deep do you stick it, Billy” he asked as he tapped the finger on my pucker.
“Up to the first knuckle usually” I moaned.
“You ever try more than one, my boy?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Add another finger,” he suggested.
I pushed my middle finger in next to my index finger, as he suggested.
“Like that, Billy?” he asked.
“Fuck, yeah. “
“How about this?” he purred and he wormed his long, fat index finger in next to mine.
“Oh, yeah. Go deep, Mr. E!” I let out a grunt and precum poured out my dick. He pulled my dickhead toward me, felt how wet it was with his thumb, took a taste and grinned.
“Please, sir,” I moaned. “I get so horny during the day, I can’t help myself.”
Mr. E answered me by starting to fuck me deeper with his finger, pushing my two out of the way and replacing them with three more of his. That was four. Four goddamn fingers. All the way in and coming out. Ramming them into my ass. The burn was amazing. I’d never felt anything like it.
“Mr. E, you motherfucker, fuck me deeper. All the way in!”
Mr. E picked up his rhythm. I laid down on the floor and opened my hole with my hands and gave his fingers better access. He just increased the pressure.
I grabbed my cock. Mr. E slathered it with my precum and I started wildly jacking.
“Let me have it, Billy!” Mr. E murmured.
I felt my body shaking. My breath was ragged, and he kept ramming his four fingers into my hole. I let out a cry and cum blasted out my dick.
“That’s it, Billy! Let it out for the team!” the principal yelled.
White liquid went everywhere. All over my chest and abs. Some even hit Mr. E in the face. He was wiping off his glasses as he stood up. I was laying on my back on the floor panting.
“There you go, my boy. Problem solved!” he said.
“You better believe it, sir. You’re the goddamn best!” I said.
“AND if you ever feel that itch again, as usual, you know where to go.” Mr. E. confessed. “Our little secret.”
“Dude, I sure do. I can’t thank you enough,” I told him.
Mr. E cleaned himself up, wiping some cum from his suit jacket. He wet a washcloth in his office sink and wiped me clean as I came back to myself.
He went over to unlock the door as I quickly put my underwear and pants back on and grabbed my flipflops. I had to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just had my hole wrecked.
“Now put all your attention on winning the game, my boy!” Mr. E. said, opening the door.
We high-fived as I went out into the hallway. I couldn’t believe how good I felt and that my itch was totally gone. My head was already moving on to the next stop—the counselor’s office. I’d been hearing whispers about this vision shit some of the college athletes did, training not just their bodies but their heads too. I asked Dr. Jennings and he said we should try it - so my passes would come sharper, cleaner, like your brain had already run the play before you even touched the ball. Sounded kind of out there, but I couldn’t shake the curiosity. If there was even a chance it could give me an edge, I wanted in.
Coming Soon! The Counselor's Office
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