Motel Games & New Targets
In a cheap motel room near Sunnyvale High…
A powerfully built man, muscles gleaming under the dim light, tanned skin slick with sweat, knelt on the bed wearing only a flimsy black thong. His impressive ass was arched high, presenting itself to the teenager behind him. That teenager, Alex, was driving his thick, dark cock relentlessly into the kneeling man's hole. The handsome man being fucked, Mark Davis, Sunnyvale High's PE teacher and fitness trainer, had his hands full, each gripping another large cock belonging to Jake and Nathan. He moaned loudly, face buried in their crotches, desperately trying to service them both.
"Ah ah… Alex… so deep… too fast… slow down… Ah… Fuck… feels so good…" Mark gasped, his body bucking uncontrollably under the relentless pounding, his own cock, long freed from the confines of his thong, jutting upwards, dripping precum onto the cheap motel bedding.
"The fuck you calling me Alex for? What did I teach you, slut?" Alex snarled, one hand gripping Mark’s thong, pulling it taut against his stretched skin, the other slapping his ass hard.
"Nnngh… Daddy Alex… Daddy… sorry… ah… hitting the spot… Daddy fucks me so good… Daddy… Fuck my pussy hard…" Mark’s eyes were glazed over with lust, his moans growing louder, more desperate, escaping his slick lips.
"Fucking whore! You're a PE teacher, aren't you? Spend all day working out, building up those muscles… and for what? So your students can bend you over and fuck your brains out?" Alex grunted, clearly enjoying the tight grip of Mark's ass around his cock.
"Mmm… because… because Daddy's cock is so big… fucks so good… Built these muscles… for Daddies to play with… make it easier… to fuck my pussy…" Mark’s words were slurred, his mind completely addled by the relentless fucking.
Suddenly, a sharp slap stung Mark's cheek. "Forgot how to suck cock, slut?" Jake snarled from in front of him. "Get back to work. Don't be lazy."
Mark quickly refocused, bobbing his head between Jake and Nathan’s cocks, sucking and licking frantically.
"Damn, you're good at that too," Jake groaned, grabbing Mark’s hair and tilting his head back for better access.
"Mmmph… mm… Daddies trained me well…" Mark mumbled around the thick shafts.
"So, slut," Nathan asked casually, "how do you explain these little weekend getaways to your wife?"
Mark's face contorted in a brief moment of distress. "Tell her… I'm… tutoring students… extra PE sessions… ah…"
"Hahahaha!" Alex roared with laughter. "Tutoring? With your cock? What kind of tutoring is that?!"
"Mmm… helping students… review human anatomy… teacher’s duty… ah ah… so deep…" Mark gasped, his eyes rolling back, lost in the sensations.
"Fuck! Gonna cum! Clench tight, slut! Gonna breed you!" Alex’s pace increased dramatically as he neared his climax.
"Ah ah… Thank you, Daddy… for breeding me… Fill my pussy with your cum…" Mark’s moans grew higher-pitched, almost frantic.
Alex emptied himself deep inside Mark, then pulled out with a grunt, still hard and throbbing.
"Alright, my turn," Jake said impatiently. "Get on the bed, slut. Come ride Daddy’s big cock!"
Mark struggled to lift his heavy, abused body. His muscles, usually so firm and powerful, felt like jelly, slick with Alex’s cum. He pushed himself up, then carefully positioned himself over Nathan’s thick, veiny erection and slowly lowered himself down.
"Ah… no… too big…" Even after being stretched open by Alex, the sheer size of Nathan’s cock made Mark gasp.
"Too big? Gotta stretch that slut-pussy somehow, don't I?" Nathan grabbed Mark’s hips, forcing him down hard. Mark cried out as Nathan’s entire length disappeared inside him.
"Aahh… so deep…" Mark moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Damn, this whore-pussy is tight! Been fucked senseless how many times, and it still grips like a virgin's! You’re a natural cock-sucking, ass-fucking slut, aren't you, Mr. Davis?” Nathan grinned, leaning back against the headboard, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Alex pressed his still-dripping cock against Mark’s lips. Mark, impaled on Nathan’s thick shaft, could only bob his head weakly, licking and sucking the sticky mess.
Seeing Mark moving too slowly for his liking, Nathan grabbed his hips and began thrusting hard. "Fuck, you're amazing. We’re fucking you good, aren't we? Tell us how good it feels!"
"So good… feels incredible… Daddies' cocks are so big… so dark… Fucking my pussy so good… Want Daddies… to use their big cocks on me every day… fuck my pussy loose… so other big cocks can play too…" Mark could only focus on the pleasure, the raw, animalistic need consuming him. Lewd moans poured out of him, unchecked.
RIIING! Mark’s phone suddenly rang. Jake picked it up, glancing at the screen. “’John Smith’? Who the fuck is that, slut?” he asked, dangling the vibrating phone over Mark’s face.
Mark’s mind cleared slightly. "He… he’s my… cousin…" he gasped, struggling for breath.
Jake winked at the others, then shoved the ringing phone against Mark’s ear and answered it. "Talk!" he commanded, his eyes narrowed in warning.
Mark flinched, intending to refuse, but his cousin John's deep, familiar voice filled his ear. "Mark? Hey man, I'm back in town on leave. Megan said you were out tutoring some kids. You wrapped up yet? Figured we could grab a beer!"
Mark opened his mouth to reply, but Nathan chose that moment to slam into him with a series of deep, brutal thrusts. Mark cried out, his voice cracking, "Nnngh… almost… almost done… John… ahhh…"
There was a pause on the other end. "Mark? What the hell's wrong with your voice? You sound weird as fuck."
Mortified, Mark struggled to suppress his moans, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Nothing… just… uh… working out… with the students… winded…"
Nathan leaned close to Mark's ear, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "Fucking slut. Clenching up like that almost made me blow my load."
Mark's face burned hot. He spoke quickly into the phone, trying to sound normal despite the pounding in his ass. "Almost done here, John. I'll call you back later, gotta run." He hung up abruptly.
Alex groped Mark's muscular chest. "Busy getting fucked by your students, right? Ha!"
Jake piped up, "Your cousin just got back from the army? He a soldier?"
Mark nodded stiffly. Jake and Alex exchanged knowing, predatory glances.
John Caine waited for Mark outside the Sunnyvale High gates. He wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged his impressive physique, camo pants, and black combat boots. The short sleeves revealed thick, powerful arms, and his chest and abs were clearly defined. Even through the shirt, his pecs were prominent, drawing eyes from passersby. He was built bigger and more ruggedly than Mark, though perhaps not quite as sculpted.
"Mark!" John spotted him and waved.
Mark walked over, forcing a smile, and gave his cousin a quick hug. "John! Didn't know you were coming back."
"Long story! Unit gave us some leave. Headed home, got into it with your sister-in-law, she took off to her mom's. House was empty, got bored, figured I'd look you up." John ran a hand through his short hair, looking exasperated. He glanced at the three lanky teenagers hovering near Mark. "These your students? You guys just finished working out?"
Mark felt his face flush again. "Uh, yeah, just wrapped up. They were heading out. Let's grab some food, John."
Alex eyed the tall, powerfully built man standing before them – the dark skin, the sharp jawline, the unmistakable aura of military discipline and raw masculinity. Alex licked his lips almost imperceptibly, then cut in before Mark could usher them away. "Hey, Mr. Davis, after such a tough 'workout,' you really drained us. Aren't you gonna treat your hardworking students to dinner?" As he spoke, he slyly reached behind Mark, giving his ass a hard squeeze.
Mark flinched, feeling a betraying trickle of wetness inside. "Right, right," he stammered quickly. "Dinner, let's go…"
John gave Mark a slightly puzzled look but didn't object. The group headed towards a nearby restaurant.
After a loud meal filled with forced conversation on Mark's part and rowdy bragging from the boys, Mark and John finally said goodbye to Alex and his crew. Watching John's imposing figure walk away, Alex turned to Jake. "Did you dose him?"
Jake grinned wickedly. "Relax. Slipped it in his beer when he wasn't looking. New stuff, supposed to be extra potent."
Nathan, still buzzing from his earlier encounter with Mark, chimed in, "Dude, I copped a feel of his ass when he wasn't paying attention. Shit's even rounder than Mr. Davis's! Wonder what fucking a soldier feels like!"
Alex smirked. "Patience. Won't be long now."
John had definitely had too much to drink, plied with round after round by the teenagers. Even with his usual high tolerance, he was unsteady on his feet. Mark found himself struggling to support his larger, heavier cousin as they made their way back to Mark's house.
Megan was surprised to see John so drunk. Together, she and Mark managed to get him onto the sofa bed in the living room and remove his dirty boots and jacket. Megan went to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Mmm…" John groaned softly in his sleep, shifting on the cushions. Mark glanced over, and his eyes froze, unable to look away.
John was clearly dreaming about something stimulating. A massive bulge strained against the front of his boxer briefs, the distinct shape of the head visible even through the fabric. His thick, powerful legs were sprawled open, completely vulnerable.
Even though he'd been thoroughly used just hours before, Mark felt his breath catch, his gaze fixed on his cousin's crotch.
They'd grown up together, roughhousing, competing. Mark had always known John was strong, built like a tank, but he'd never, ever thought of him in that way before. Not until…
Slowly, drawn by an irresistible force, Mark moved closer to the sofa. His hand trembled as he reached out towards John's groin. The moment his fingers brushed against the hard bulge, a jolt went through him. "John… so big…" he whispered unconsciously. He couldn't stop himself. He knelt beside the sofa bed, pressing his face between John's sprawled thighs.
The potent, masculine scent enveloped him, intoxicating him. Without hesitation, he began licking the thick shaft through the thin cotton of the boxer briefs, his other hand reaching back, fumbling at his own ass, wanting… needing…
"Mark, honey? Can you give me a hand in here?"
Megan's voice from the kitchen shattered the moment. Mark sprang up, startled. "Yeah, coming!" he called back, his voice hoarse. He fled guiltily into the bathroom, splashing water on his face before joining his wife, leaving John alone on the sofa bed, lost in whatever potent dreams the drugs were conjuring.
