My son, My trade

The following is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual scenes and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.

Excitement and anticipation was ripe in the crisp, late summer air as the new school year commenced.  It was almost bittersweet for the senior class, for it would be their last.  Many had already been accepted to the college of their choice.  The students all knew a major change was coming.  These final months would most likely be the last they would have to spend time with the friends they had made over the years.  The thought of college was both exhilarating and frightening.  Although they might have been successful in high school would they be able to make the cut in higher academics?  Those not continuing education were faced with the imminent reality of job search.  While this was a highly industrial town there were only so many jobs and those were already taken by their fathers and grandfathers.  Still, most put these worries aside and determined to enjoy the semester. 

Marc Hauser was among those whose academic future was in limbo.  Despite encouragement from Mr. Malinski, Guidance Counselor, Marc had failed to apply to any schools.  It was a major financial burden he knew his father couldn't handle.  Even though they had embarked on a somewhat lucrative joint venture this past summer there were still limited funds available.  Marc was a bright boy, a top level student and athlete, and would have been amenable to continuing his education.  But it wasn't meant to be.  He wasn't overly concerned.  He knew he possessed other talents which he could rely on well into the future.

When his errant mother had breezed into town a few weeks back and attempted to coerce him into taking a cross-country trip with her and her current beau Marc had fleetingly considered it.  Not because he was anxious to assume a relationship with the mother who deserted him at infancy.  But her partner, Artie, had one particular attribute which Marc found particularly irresistible.  In the end, much to his father's relief, he opted out.  Taking time off from the beginning of his final school year was not advisable.  But he gave her (and particularly Artie) hope by hinting at a reunion after graduation.

School had been in session for less than a week when Marc was approached by Mr. Robinson, Damion, World History teacher, as he made his way into the classroom.  Black, impeccably groomed and exceedingly handsome, Robinson had fucked him in the private faculty rest room prior to the summer break.  At the time Damion was practically a newlywed.  Pulling Marc aside he told him in a hushed tone that his presence was requested at the Principal's office.  Damion's hot breath and seductive cologne was more than enough to make Marc's prostate throb.  Wriggling his dark eyebrows suggestively, he sent Marc on his way.

The Principal's office was located in the opposite wing so Marc had time to ponder the nature of the summons.  Of course, he had a fairly good idea.  Old and portly Mr. Whethers had been buggering him for a number of years.  But he could be mistaken.  It might be something else entirely.   

Ahead Marc saw yellow free-standing caution signs set up on the hallway floor and the Janitor lazily mopping up a major spill.  He moved around the area giving the man a nod and a knowing grin.  Mert Kocak was a big, ugly and hairy Turk who had once yanked him into the Janitor's closet room between classes and fucked him practically senseless.  After that first time Marc was a frequent visitor.  Boy, how he would miss this school!

Marc stepped into the Plexiglas enclosed administrative office.  Sara Brewster, Harley's mom, looked up from behind her computer and came over to greet him at the long counter.  Marc was fairly certain that his dad, Buck, had fucked her several years back.  They sure looked like they had been up to something when he unexpectedly returned home early from a little game of b-ball with his buddies.  And Doug Brewster was nowhere in sight. 

After some pleasantries Mrs. Brewster told him he could go right on in to the Principal's office, that Mr. Whethers was expecting him.  Marc politely thanked her, circled the counter and made his way to the office.  Pausing, he courteously knocked on the solid door bearing the gold plaque "Garrison Whethers, School Principal" and waited a few seconds before turning the knob. 

"Good morning, Mr. Whethers.  You wanted to see me?" he said, stepping into the inner sanctum.  It was then he realized that Whethers had company.  Quite a bit, in fact.  Along with Malinski and Coach Webb, who was standing by the windows, were two men seated before the desk who were strangers to Marc.  "Mr. Whethers.  Coach," he acknowledged them respectfully.  Things had suddenly become very curious.

"Come in, come in," Whether's jovially motioned with a pudgy hand.  "Nice to see you, Marc.  How was your summer vacation?"

"Very good," Marc responded.  Very good, indeed.  "And yours?"

"Can't complain," the chubster replied, leaning his bulk back in his chair.  "Marc, I want you to meet an old friend and colleague of mine, Oliver Janssen.  Ollie here is the President of a prestigious university up north."  Whethers told him the name, Marc knew it well.  They had an impressive college basket and football team.  "And this here is Brad Johnston, Head Coach at the same University."

Both men rose from their seats.  Johnston extended his hand first.  "Pleased to meet you, Marc. We've heard great things about you."  His grip was strong and challenging, but Marc's was equally firm.  Marc instantly fell into his playful, piercing deep blue eyes, the cute dimples on the sides of his face as he smiled and the sexy cleft of his chin.  Janssen's shake was just as assured, his paw large and fingers like sausages.

Whethers was rambling on about attending the same University as Janssen, remaining friends afterward and having mentioned Marc to the college President.  But Marc was only half listening.  Instead, he was appraising both men.  Janssen, dressed in suit and tie like Whethers and Malinski, looked every bit of his fifty-plus years.  He was overweight like Whethers, but not quite as extreme.  He was clean-shaved and appeared more severe.  Whereas Whethers was a jolly old fuck, Marc figured Janssen to be a strict taskmaster.  His hair was of a military cut, buzzed close to the scalp and decidedly grey.  Otherwise he was rather ordinary looking except for the eyes which were dark and somewhat menacing even when he forced a smile.

Johnston, on the other hand, was one fine looking man.  Marc instantly figured him to be late thirties, like Buck.  The polo shirt and khakis he wore accentuated what appeared to be an athletic build.  Strong muscled shoulders, heavy biceps and hard pectorals were obvious, even under the material of his pink shirt.  His brawny forearms were lightly dusted with manly hair. The way those khakis bunched at his crotch held the promise of something substantial.  As Marc made his assessment he suddenly realized that Johnston was sizing him up as well.  Johnston's eyes sparkled with hidden mischief and he flashed Marc a sexy half smile.

Malinski was doing the talking now, outlining Marc's scholastic standing.  Then Webb was telling of his athletic achievements.  Janssen was saying Marc certainly seemed to be the type of boy who would do well at the University.  Johnston thought there would be a place for him on the college team.  It was all going too fast for Marc.  He'd been too busy visually undressing Johnston.  What in heck were they all talking about?

"I see you're a bit confused, Marc," jowly Whethers said, hoisting his bulk forward in the chair behind his desk.  "After discussing your, um, attributes with my good friend Ollie he wanted to personally meet you.  He and Coach Johnston have traveled all the way down here today for that purpose."

Janssen took over the narrative. "You see, Marc, I'm considering offering you a full scholarship to the University.  Your record is quite impressive.  Of course, a lot depends upon our meeting here today."

Marc's eyes widened.  "A full scholarship?  Wow!"

"I take it that would be something you might be interested in," Janssen guessed.

"Sure, who wouldn't?" Marc answered excitedly.  "I hadn't even thought about college.  My Dad, well, he doesn't have that kind of money----"

Janssen held up a big hand.  "Say no more.  We understand.  We are proud of our winning college teams under Brad's guidance and are always looking for another athlete to compliment them.  Coach Webb here assures me you are quite capable.  Brad, now that you've met Marc, what do you think?"

Brad crossed his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, rocked back on his heels and gave Marc the once over.  "Oh, I think Marc has real potential," he answered suggestively.

"Well then," Whethers declared, slapping his pudgy hands together, "I think a demonstration is in order.  Coach, kindly take the lead."

Coach James Webb was once nearly as fit as his University counterpart.  Marriage to an Italian who was an excellent cook had made it exceedingly difficult for him to maintain his physique.  All the carbs in pastas and breads had taken their toll on the both of them.  James was the better of the couple.  At forty-eight he was blockier than built, his body dense and bulky.  Daily workouts at the school gym, participating with the students and running outdoor track on his free period had prevented him from becoming as out of shape as Whethers.  While he would never again have a trim waistline, he wasn't exactly flabby.  His proportions were more solid than flaccid and he carried himself well.  Webb could still attract looks from the ladies in his peer group; there was more than one cheerleader who crushed on him. Heavy-lidded and sultry dark brown eyes got them every time.  In his youth he'd been clean cut and handsome.  In middle age he was still what most what consider a good looking mature man. 

Gladly following instruction, Webb hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistline of his athletic running pants and the mesh jockstrap beneath and pulled them down over his manly equipment.  Coach's cock in its flaccid state was short, but chunky with a plump head.  His nut sac was fat and ripe, tucked up between his beefy thighs.  A wealth of dark crotch hair surrounded his goods and over his groin. 

Marc recalled the first time he'd seen Webb in all his glory through the large observation window separating Coach's office from the boy's locker room.  As Marc and his gym classmates were stripping down to hit the showers he spied Webb doing the same in his office.  Marc had taken his sweet time undressing, anxious to see Coach nude.  Coach didn't disappoint and Marc got himself an eyeful of the butch macho man.  When Webb looked up and out the window Marc nearly cratered.  He fell over himself to join the others in the showers.  He failed to see the knowing smile which played around the corners of Coach's mouth.  Marc wasn't the first teen to scope him out and wouldn't be the last, but he was destined to become Coach's favored athlete.

In the Principal's crowded office Marc looked from the fat man behind the desk to the newcomers and back to Coach again.  It was obvious what they wanted.  If he intended to get into the University he needed to prove that he was equally good at extracurricular activities.  Like a prize fighter entering the ring he muscled off his shirt.  Thick and appreciative masculine moans came from the visitors as they ogled his smooth skinned, lean and lightly muscled frame. Although Whethers, Malinski and Webb had seen it all before, numerous times, they still felt that familiar spark of passion in their loins. 

Marc went directly to his Coach, agilely squatted in front of him and swiftly yanked his pants and athletic supporters down to his ankles.  Webb's dick was already beginning to unfurl.  Although at first glance it appeared to be a shortie Marc knew Coach to be a grower.  Just needed a little help.  Marc went straight for his big round balls.  His tongue slathered around the tender, wrinkly flesh instantly detecting that Coach was freshly showered.  Wished he hadn't.  Marc preferred Webb's nuts and ass crack tasting of musk and sweat after he'd completed his daily jog.  He sucked and lapped all over the hairy sac, slid his tongue beneath the bloated bag and slurped on Coach's secret spot.  Webb's dick was filling with life's blood and rising mightily into the air.  When Marc delved deeper into his t'aint the hefty thing pumped up to its full chunky seven inches.  Marc's lusty lapper tore straight up the thick vein running down the underside and swiftly engulfed the head. 

Janssen and Johnston shifted avidly in their seats, eyes glued to the action.  Malinski had his dick out of his fly and was stroking.  Whethers' big bulk was leaning back in the overtaxed chair and groping the crotch of his slacks.  Marc didn't need to improvise a show for them; his natural talent was a sure winner.  To most he appeared to be the average teen: pleasant, wholesome and not shorthanded on looks.  The kind of boy every girl in school had a crush on; the one her parents wouldn't mind their daughters bringing home.  He was all that.  And more.  The fathers of more than a few of those girls intimately knew young Marc's not-so-secret vice.

While the four other men attentively watched while groping their privates Marc lapped up and down the sides of Webb's juicy shaft and ran his tongue over the throbbing head awaiting the tasty man juice he knew would eventually flow.  Coach was a real leaker.  One entire period Marc had done nothing but nurse on his drooling dickhead, feasting on the alpha male's sweet, salty pre-cum while Webb graded health class exams.  Now he savored Coach's cock with real gusto, fully aware of the others in his presence but completely disregarding them.  His tongue spiraled around the cockhead.  He released it, rubbed the stiff tool all over his cute, unblemished face and then took it deeply into mouth.  Marc moaned appreciately when the surges began, coating his licker with succulent secretions.  Coach's paw mussed his short hair as if praising the good little boy, then took him by the back of the head and began pumping his cock into his mouth.  The Coach's whistle dangling from around his neck skittered across his t-shirt bearing an image of the school mascot as he fucked Marc's face.

Clearing his throat Whethers interrupted.  "Marc, why don't you show our guests what you and Mr. Malinski do in your weekly guidance sessions?"

Marc reluctantly gave up Coach's cock to crawl the short distance to the awaiting Guidance Counselor.  Webb was only mildly disappointed.  Practice was being held in the gymnasium after school this day and he would be driving Marc home.  After a detour, of course. 

Yuri Malinski was a big-boned, substantial man of forty-nine who once could have passed for a wrestler.  He was of Ukrainian descent, married for close to thirty with two boys of his own.  He had a beefy, rotund face with a wide forehead, chunky rosy cheeks and low, hooded brows over murky hazel eyes.  He boasted a full beard and mustache of a faded brown, matching the short hair atop his head which haphazardly came midway down his brow and always looked hand combed.  His frame was large and ample, his belly rounded, the kind of guy whose slacks always drooped due to lack of a waist line.  Yuri was well past his prime and showed it.

Marc wedged between the spread of the Guidance Counselor's legs, supported himself with hands on the man's hefty thighs and moved in on his exposed dick.  Malinski's meat was shorter than Webb's by perhaps close to an inch but equally as plump.  Marc didn't discriminate; he'd handled less.  Cock was cock and he treated them all with equal zeal.  He went right down on Yuri's tool, quickly burying it in his open mouth. Malinski actually flinched when his dick head hit the back of Marc's throat.  Snapping his wet lips tight around the base Marc sucked on the prick while tongue lashing the underside.  Yuri had an overabundance of crotch hair which could do with a bit of pruning.  Marc was usually picking hair from between his teeth after a hot session with the counselor and more than once had choked on a stray which had lodged in his throat.  But it was well worth it when that bristly bush was tickling his ass when Yuri fucked him.

Marc bobbed up and down on little Yuri, who had already worked up its pre-cum while Marc was occupied with Coach.  Wasn't as heavy a leaker as Webb but there was enough to quench Marc's thirst.  As he ate those six hard inches Marc tugged on Yuri's pants and boxers until they were around his ankles.  Without losing the cock he managed to slip off the man's shoes and pull the clothing free from his bulky body.  While on his knees Marc's pants had slipped down enough so that the crests of his ass cheeks were clearly visible.  Observing a hint of that cute dimpled rump was more than enough to leave the other men squirming.

Yuri was slumped back in the chair with his big ass hanging off the edge.  Considering his size there wasn't much other choice.  Marc had broken his lip lock on the cock and was now sucking on his dangling, cum bloated testicles, pausing now and again to spit out a hair.  While eating the hefty sac he took Yuri by the ankles and lifted his heavy legs until the soles of his feet were reaching for the ceiling.  Yuri grasped himself by the crook behind his knees and held his weighty legs apart, eagerly anticipating what he knew Marc had in store for him.  Marc spat out the nuts and sniffed Yuri's exposed asshole loud enough for the others to hear.  His nose crinkled at the tell-tale odor.  Yuri had taken a dump only a short time ago.  That was good.  Marc liked a ripe man hole. 

Marc pressed his hands to each ample butt cheek, spread the lard and licked the brown eye.  Yuri's bull's eye was pulsing maddeningly, the wrinkles pushing out and then gathering up again.  Marc tongued the target until it was good and wet before slipping his tongue between the folds and into the outer ring.  Yuri reacted like fish on a hook with Marc's tongue up his ass, squirming his big body around in the chair which creaked and groaned under his straining bulk.  Johnston was all wondrous smiles, shaking his head in disbelief and hauling his Coach cock out of his khakis.  Janssen and Whethers followed suit.  The Principal was a trifle miffed.  All the times that kid had been under his desk Marc had never done such a thing to him!  Well, there were many months between now and graduation and he had every intention of sitting his big fat ass fully on Marc's wholesome, good looking face and getting a superb rim job.

Marc thrust his tongue in and out of Yuri, depositing mouthfuls of saliva into the deep, funky cavern.  The taste was tart and mildly unpleasant but Marc ate him out with relish.  He went in as deep as possible, cleaning the inner slopes of the counselor's rectum and leaving more slick spit.  He jammed his face fully into the wedge created by the man's thunderous thighs, locked his mouth around the hole and forced his tongue even deeper inside.  Yuri's dick was straining as though it might blow, pre-cum leaking heavily down the shaft.  Marc slurped the slimy tunnel until he was completely satisfied with his work and then abruptly stood up.

Looking like a gladiator poised for fight he kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his athletic pants and jock strap.  Marc rarely wore underwear anymore; the strap was far more convenient.  Eyes flared when they got a look at the teen piece.  Young Marc sported an absolutely breathtaking, perfectly proportioned cock of nine glorious inches.  It arced up at an ideal angle; the crown atop was flawless.  The meat was smooth, no tough bulging veins to mar its beauty.  His light brown pubic patch was more like a dusting, trimmed a razor's edge from his luxurious skin.  Marc had kept it that way from the time he first sprouted.  The cleanup was too problematic when his guys came all over him, as they sometimes did. 

Yuri suddenly appeared frightened.  With a horrified look on his stout face he shook his head and muttered, "No! No!"  It was the embarrassment of Principal Whethers, Coach Webb and the University scouts learning of his secret predilection.  Ignoring the protests Marc stepped up and, without even guiding himself, easily slipped his cock into the spit soaked asshole.  Grabbing the swine by his ham hocks he pumped the full length of his cock in and out of the straining man.   The slick, hot socket ate up his pecker despite Yuri's demurral.  Wet, squelching sounds emitted from the hairy hole as Marc fucked him hard and fast.   From experience Marc knew that's the way the married man liked it.  Every week the routine was the same; had been for years.  Marc would come to the Guidance Counselors' office, suck his dick, eat his ass and fuck him to climax.  Then Yuri would plunder his prostate, sending Marc back to class with a belly full of cum.

Webb was rather amused by this turn of events; Whethers, stunned.  Janssen, already deciding Marc was perfect for his University, couldn't wait until enrollment.  Johnston wasn't about to delay.  Rising from his place he came over behind Marc, placed his hands on the boy's strong shoulders and ran them down his arms, feeling the budding teenage muscularity.  Running his palms down Marc's tapered lats and over his smooth, flexing glutes he gripped the tight, flexing ass before bringing his arms around the boy's torso and holding him close.  Johnston's hard cock was nestled between Marc's dangerously curved butt cheeks.  Missing not one fuck beat Marc looked over his shoulder into the handsome face of his molester.  Their lips met and they kissed passionately, tongues probing hungry sighing mouths. 

Whethers specs lay crooked across the bridge of his fat nose and fogged up from his heated breathing.  His massive weight dominated the straining seat and spilled over the sides.  The crotch of his slacks was completely open, allowing his cock and balls to breathe freely.  The obese Principal had a decent sized prick and a hefty set of balls, although who could tell in comparison to the rest of him.  The starched white shirt stretched over his huge belly, which strained its buttons, concealed rolls of body fat and massive drooping breasts.  His face was all jowls, his throat resembling a turkey's wattle and his eyes mere slits in his pudgy face.  What those nondescript orbs were observing had his fleshy hand riding up and down his dick.  He was fully aware that Marc was capable of anything.  The things they had done in this office over the past few years were the stuff no other student had ever considered.  His unsightly lard seemed to stir the teen to higher passion.  Marc had literally tongue bathed him, oft times digging into previously uncharted areas.  The wanton kid lifted his folds of fat and licked beneath.  Marc especially seemed fascinated with his man tits, sitting in his abundant lap like a child with Santa sucking on his baby bottle-sized nipples and feasting on a good portion of those oversized breasts.

The fat man was equally enthralled by Malinski.  Certainly he was aware the Guidance Counselor was buggering the boy.  Heck, most of the male faculty had dropped more than one load up their star pupil's pussy.  But he never suspected Malinski had a bottom fetish.  The way he was taking Marc's hard, full-sized thrusts proved he was no novice at taking a fuck.  If only Whethers had known!  Their closed door meetings could have been---and now would be---far more interesting. 

Johnston's hands were all over Marc as he grinded his hard body against the toned teen.  There was no doubt Marc would fit perfectly with his flock of budding athletes.  The kid was truly multi talented.  They claimed his forte was basketball but from the enticing feel of his tight end Johnston already had ideas for his champion football team.  With his balls aching and his cock leaking clear juice along the kid's lower back Johnson knew he couldn't wait any longer.  He just had to fuck this sexy young jock.  Wrapping his strong forearm around Marc's midsection he pulled him free of the older, heavyset man, gathered him up in his arms and carried him over to the Principal's desk.  With a sweep of his arm clutter when flying from the desk top and he laid Marc atop it, his prized ass at the edge. 

Brad kicked himself out of shoes, khakis and briefs so he could take an unencumbered stance at Marc's portal to glory.  The athlete had a sweet looking little asshole, all pink and tender like a delicate flower.  It was difficult to believe it had been plundered as often as that fat slob of a Principal had claimed.  The thought of that man violating such a beauty was utterly obscene.  Brad was consumed by the desire to drop down and sniff that luscious ass.  He was sure it smelled clean and fresh.  He wanted to place his lips on it, kiss the trembling folds and part them with his tongue.  Taste the teen spirit from within.  But there would be lots of time for that in private quarters once the lad was enrolled in the University and part of his special secret society of jocks.

Marc's pucker kissed the tip of Brad's straining shaft in a lurid invitation for entry. Holding his manhood by the thick base Brad guided it into Marc's smooth, nubile flesh.  Marc's sweet ass opened for him, accepting inch after inch of hard man cock.  Brad's eyes were ablaze with lust as his sensitive meat eased through Marc's tight, pulsating hole.  This kid had one fine pussy on him, a slick and satiny love glove clenching his manhood and pulling him in ever deeper.  When every last inch of his prick was buried in the boy's bowels Brad shuddered and emitted a husky sigh.  Fuck if this boy's pussy wasn't superb! 

The cute, sexy little hunk looking up and across at him expectantly with his hands leisurely tucked behind his head, elbows flared out and youthful guns on display was more than enough to make a lesser man shoot a premature load.  Brad was in a deep state of lust.  He wanted to fuck this boy more than anyone before.  Marc flexed those inner muscles, grasping and squeezing Brad's dick, spurring him into action.  Brad pulled back, trembling as he felt those sloppy membranes quivering around his meat.  When Marc's ass lips were nibbling at his crown he thrust his hips forward, plunging headlong into the murky depths of the boy's pussy.  He proceeded with an all-out gut-deep fuck, gliding his tool in and out of the ball-churning chasm. 

From Marc's reaction the boy was enjoying his future Coach's technique.  His emerald eyes were heavy-lidded and smoldering.  Pink tongue worked wet lips and he was actually cooing in a low, masculine tone.  His smooth youthful body was squirming, slim hips undulating, and he was eating Brad's cock with his ass every bit as much as the older man was serving.  Groaning, Brad pulled his polo shirt over his head and casually tossed it aside, rendering his torso bare.  Marc's eyes raked over the well-built man's body, appreciating the manly hair coating his pectoral mounds, tapering down through his sternum to nestle around his navel and beyond.  Coach Johnston was a stud, like Lance Majors, and unlike most of the beer guzzling, blue-collar types in this town.  Not that Marc minded them, cock was cock, but some eye candy every now and then was welcomed.

At the sides of the floor show, one facing the desk and the other behind it, were the Principal and President.  Both were stroking their cocks as they watched Brad fuck Marc.  Or was Marc fucking Brad?  It was difficult to discern.  Whethers was so close to the action that he could, if he was able, reach out and tweak Marc's erect boy buds.  Janssen was imagining all the things he would do with Marc back at the University.  He was a disciplinarian and had all sorts of tools at his disposal to "punish" a boy.  That nice creamy skin of Marc's beautiful buttocks would be fire red when he finished paddeling them while the boy was secured in the pillory in his soundproofed basement "dungeon."  Brad would try to shield Marc from his perversities, as he did with all the others, but in the end Janssen always got his boy.  It was the only way he could get off anymore.    

Malinski was lost in his own reverie.  He had a keen eye on young Marc and was silently cursing the visiting Coach for having taken the boy from him.  Marc's randy nine inch cock always felt marvelous plundering his fat ass.  He was still dominating the chair, legs up, stroking his meat and fingering his abandoned hole.  It wasn't a solo digit frig.  Yuri had four fat fingers shaped into a cone ramming into himself.  If he got any more desperate the thumb, so far free, would be joining them.  Webb, on the sidelines, briefly thought of slipping the Guidance Counselor his hog.  Quickly checking himself, he decided the young meat on the desk was more appetizing and moved over to join them.

Hoisting himself onto the desk top, James positioned himself on his knees directly behind Marc's head.  Taking him by the sides of his face he angled the teen into position and deftly slipped his cock into the awaiting mouth.  Already highly impassioned by Brad's hot dick plundering his boy hole Marc greedily swallowed it clear through his throat.  James moaned and his lids briefly fluttered shut in total bliss.  Marc's throat fit his cock like a glove and the boy was savoring every tasty inch.  Opening his eyes he found Brad looking at him with a knowing grin on his face.

"This young man's a real winner," his University counterpart declared.  "Definitely lives up to the hype."  Webb merely grunted in response because Marc was doing something absolutely wicked to his buried cock head.  Taking charge, James began moving his broad hips and fucking the athlete's cute face.  He began slow and steady but soon was matching Brad's more forceful thrusts.  He pumped his meat deeply into Marc's mouth with assist from the youth who ran his tongue along the bloated underside and swirled it around the crest each time.  Marc's throat was vibrating on his shaft and making his man-sized balls churn.

Thoroughly impressed with this new prospect Brad heaved in and out of Marc's gorgeous, smooth hole.  Marc countered by thrusting his hungry butt toward the handsome man's pistoning hips.  Brad marveled at how outrageously wonderful it felt when his cock was buried deep inside that ravenous rump.  Anal muscles pulsated wickedly against his battering meat and the sweet wet ass seemed to be sucking him like a ravenous mouth.  It was positively mind blowing.  If the lad was half this good on the court he could easily be the U's future superstar.

While the three older men pounded their puds (including Malinski, who was now buried to the wrist in his own asshole) Webb pulled his dripping dick from Marc's leaking mouth, took him by the sides of his face and looked down at him.  "How about we give Coach Johnston a sample of your other skill, Hauser?  Remember you, me and Washington the day before summer break?"  Marc nodded, all excitement, thinking about the Assistant Coach's big black dick.  Daddy Buck would kill him if he knew.

Webb motioned for Johnston to join him on the desk.  Marc moved out of the way to allow the other man access.  Confused, Johnston nevertheless followed James' instruction and sat back with his legs stretched before him.  Webb took a similar posture opposite him.  Taking Johnston by the upper calves he pulled him forward until the back of Brad's thighs were resting atop his own frontals, legs spread to either side of his body and their packages flush with each other's.  Johnson's eyes dilated as he realized what was about to go down.  Each man leaned comfortably back on one elbow while the opposite hand grasped his hard dick and held them belly to belly.  Giddy with excitement Marc stepped over them, straddling both thick dicks and lowered his ass.  While the trio of oldsters breathlessly watched he brought his puckered ass ring to the two knobs and perched.

Marc rubbed his smooth boy cunt over the fat, leaking cock heads, making his pussy lips nice and slick with their combined goo.  While continually gyrating his hips he pushed down on the one-eyed mansters and worked them inside.  Both cocks popped through his band and were greedily enveloped by his working ass.  Moving his bodacious butt from side to side and front to back he maneuvered the two cocks deeper inside him.  Sighing huskily he tossed back his head and presented a stunning sight for Johnston, who he was facing.  The thick dicks slid deeper and deeper into his guts spreading his ass walls wide as they traveled. 

Steeling himself, Marc took a deep breath and dropped.  He let out a whelp when his creamy cheeks landed on muscular thighs and both dicks were lodged inside him.  Johnston read the dreamy, euphoric look on the jock's face.  This kid was too good to be real!  On the sidelines Janssen's fat lower lip was quivering and he was already thinking about the rubber replica of a stallion's cock he held in his cache.  Quarterback Davey Evans had to sit out several games after Oliver introduced him to it.  Oh, how he couldn't wait to use it on this Hauser slut!

Marc ground his stuffed boy butt on the Coach cocks.  Their combined circumference was stretching him wide.  He could feel the dicks sliding against each other in his ass and squeezed as tightly as he could.  The moans and groans from the two macho men told him all he needed to know.  Rising until their thick flanges were just inside his asslips and threatening to pop free he paused for the briefest of moments and smoothly slid back down.  Marc was in bottom boy heaven with a duo of fuck stalks crowding his hole.  The good looking Coaches combined weren't quite the width of Nanook, the muscular giant who worked one of the local factories and nearly caused him to black out during one heated session, but he still felt devilishly full. 

Having quickly adjusted to the burden Marc began aggressively bouncing on the cocks.  Johnston and Webb jointly reveled in the exquisite pleasure of the teen's talented asshole.  The underbellies of their man pricks pulsed against each other, adding to their hedonism.  Marc was breathing heavily, rising and dropping with increased frequency.  Still he managed to hold a vice grip on the hard cocks and milk them with his inner muscles.  Each time he rose the cocks obscenely pulled out his tender ass lips and then stuffed them back in when he barreled down.  His prostate was positively being wrecked and he was tingling all over.  Before he even realized he was close his teen cock was firing over Johnston's masculine torso, the first shot smacking the handsome man square on the cheek.  Brad wiped it from his face and greedily tasted the flavorful offering.

The orgasm seemed to amp Marc's libido into "bring it on" mode.  He was really pounding his ass down on those cocks now.  He could feel the bloated, throbbing veins of both cocks gliding along the walls of his tight teen pussy.  His head lolled like a puppet, his tongue was hanging from his panting mouth and he was near fatigue.  But he couldn't let that stop him.  He had to prove himself to the sexy recruiter.  Marc brazenly took their cocks down to the balls each time.  He could hear Webb's breathing grow ragged from behind him.  Having been with James enough times he knew that meant Coach was about to go.  Johnston had a look of pure rapture in his eyes and his face was flushed with passion.  He was shaking his head in disbelief and chewing on his lower lip.  Yep, he was ready to blow, too.  Marc shoved his backside down one last time, clamped his sphincter around the set of cocks and let his insides do the rest.

The Coaches came almost simultaneously.  Webb had rushed the gate. Their cocks went into frenzied spasms and spewed hot, churning fuck juice into Marc's crowded boy twat.  They jerked and quivered, squirmed and whimpered as the jock milked their shooting cocks.  Marc felt every contraction and showed them no mercy, his ass sheath molding itself around the exploding tools and wickedly caressing.  His eyes wide yet unseeing, mouth agape and panting wildly, Johnston fell on to his back and submitted to the glory of Marc's miraculously satisfying hole.  Webb had been there a score of times before, but each felt like the first.  He could never get enough of his star player.

With what sounded like a roar of rage Janssen hefted his bulk up and advanced on the threesome with his angry red dick leading the way.  "GIVE ME THAT PUSSY, BOY," he bellowed.  Johnston and Webb fell away, leaving Marc alone on the desktop.  Ollie's chubby hands roughly grabbed Marc by the legs and spun him around so he was perched at the front edge of the Principal's desk.  With a savage snarl he rammed his cock in the boy's sloppy hole and proceeded to thrust in and out with wild abandon.  His now-rumpled dress shirt had ridden up and his blubber belly was bouncing on Marc's cock and balls.  Uttering a series of obscenities unbefitting the President of a learning institution Ollie fucked the teen with short, pounding thrusts.  His big paw slapped the side of one creamy buttock, then the other, hard enough to leave a blush, while he raged.  Marc gave back, pumping and squeezing that cock with his cum-soaked ass sleeve.  The jock enjoyed his fatties and muscle men equally.  Cock was cock.

Johnston grew slightly alarmed when the chunky man began pinching the kid's perky tits between his fat fingers and pulling them out from his chest.  He'd heard stories from a few of his players of how out of control Janssen could get.  Poor Davey Evans was left with a gaping asshole when the fucker was finished with him which Johnston had to nurse in order to get his star quarterback back on the field.  But Brad was willing to bet this kid Marc could take whatever Janssen, or any other man, could dish out.  He was a true wonder.

When Ollie came only a short time later he was stupefied.  This gorgeous young teen stud had brought him to ejaculation without the use of leather, whips, clamps, ball gags, electro-stimulants, stockades or any of the other devices he had used heretofore.  It was miraculous!  Ollie heaved and grunted and shot the most satisfying load of his recent life into the kid's already drenched guts.  Marc's cock, massaged throughout by the beast's gut, was also nearly ready to bust again.  The force of his ejaculation had been so powerful that Ollie stumbled backward and was steadied by the two Coaches.  Ollie broke free and, with a roar, pounced on Malinski, replacing the man's fist with his still engorged dick. 

Webb playfully slapped Johnston on the bicep and nodded toward the pig Principal.  Brad tuned in on the unspoken message and grinned roguishly.  Swiftly they lifted Marc by the hamstrings, moved him over to Whethers and poised him over the Principal's cock.  Because of his sizeable bulk the chair was pushed a distance back from the desk, allowing them easy access.  With his arms spread across the back of the Coaches shoulders Marc enthusiastically anticipated the descent.  Whethers breathlessly steadied his fat hog by the hairy base.  Webb and Johnston lowered the squirming boy.  When the chunky head rubbed against him Marc's ass lips gaped and permitted an unobstructed entrance.  With the jock's legs spread and ass open the Coaches dropped him fully down on Whether's flabby crotch.  Whethers whimpered with the extreme pleasures of Marc's warm, wet boy pussy.  Brad and James lifted the teen and then swiftly pressed his body down again, fucking Marc on the obese Principal's cock. 

Marc threw back his head and sighed.  Four adult cocks up his ass today and it wasn't even noon.  Despite the awesome double fuck from the Coaches and the President's rabbit fuck his hole was still hungry.  Principal Whether's dick was doing nicely.  It was as fat as the rest of the grotesquely overweight man and always hit all the important spots.  Usually Marc was doing all the work, bouncing on his prick since Whether's was too out of shape to do the driving.  It was extra gratifying being in the arms of these two strong, handsome men and letting them control the fuck.

The men were literally shoving him up and down on Whether's prick now and giving their arms, and his ass, quite the work out.  His own dick was doing a wild dance out in front of him.  Whethers was pawing at his body with fat, sweaty hands, running them over his smooth, sweaty chest and plucking at his extended nips.  Marc's clenched ass milked the prick same as he had the others.  He smoothly slid up and down the shaft, his cum-slimed ass walls making the way extra slick.  And then he began quivering.  His asshole was spasming around the hard cock and his love button was throbbing wildly.  With a strangled cry he shot another boy load, painting Whether's tie and dress shirt with steaming milky cum. 

Whether's breathing had become heavier and faster.  Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead.  Grimacing in animalistic ecstasy he cried out and shot his man cream clear up Marc's pussy.  The Coaches dropped Marc down on the contorting man and allowed him to seed the boy deep.  Marc felt pulse after pulse until Whethers just lay back like a beached whale, thoroughly spent. 

Brad and James were ready to go again so Marc simultaneously sucked them both off and thirstily swallowed their loads.  The older men had had more than they could handle.  Later, Janssen assured Marc that he was guaranteed a scholarship to the University.  A thrilled Marc tidied up and resumed his schedule for the day.  After school let out---and a quickie with Mr. Robinson---he hurried to the bar to share the good news with his father.  Buck played the proud dad, although he knew full well how his slut son had managed the coup. 

Marc hadn't noticed Nanook sitting at the far end of the bar when he came in.  Now that he did, and since he felt like celebrating, he shouted out to him, "Hey, Nook."  When the giant glanced his way he nodded to the storage room door, "You wanna?"  Nanook gave him a big goofy, toothy smile, tipped his beer and proceeded to the lair.  Marc looked to his Dad, winked and smiled and set off after Nanook.  Buck snorted, shook his head in wonder and poured himself a shot.