A few months back, I was invited to give a speech at my alma mater to this year’s graduating class on the joys of success as a TV actor. 4 years ago my career took off when I started to appear on a few streaming TV series. This success has turned me into a point of pride for my sleepy little home town of Edgewater, Colorado. The “speaking gig” came about when one quiet afternoon last spring I got a call from my hometown area code, so I answered almost automatically, thinking it might be a family member. To my surprise, it was an old teacher of mine, Mr. Pierce.
“Braden? Braden Guteierrez?” Said a familiar sounding voice. Youthful, raspy, and excited.
“Who’s speaking?” I asked.
“I know this is a bit out of the blue, but it’s your old teacher, Mr. Pierce. Actually, it’s Principal Pierce now.”
My butt hole puckered, and I immediately felt my cock try to bust out of my jock strap.
Mr. Pierce was the man that made me realize I was gay. While I was a student at Edgewater high I had him as a teacher for at least one class every year throughout my high school career. He was a very kind hearted man. Serious, and gentle, yet authoritative. He was also the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He had a signature look of a polo shirt in our school colors, and a perfectly fitted pair of slacks, appropriate for any ball field. When he wasn’t teaching, he was coaching sports like volleyball, track, soccer, or basketball. I even had him as a substitute wrestling coach for a season. He was a seasoned, versatile athlete with a contagious, brilliant energy that made him an incredibly inspiring, and driven coach. Everyone either wanted him to be their dad, or call him “daddy”, and I definitely fell into the second category.
I was shocked, and very excited to have him on the other end of a call. Hearing his voice sent a familiar tingle running down my spine that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“We had a speaker that dropped out last minute due to budgeting issues, and I ran into your cousin Emily recently who told me you may be coming to town before the summer! It must be kismet. I’d love it if you could be our guest speaker for this years graduation ceremony, the students would be thrilled!”
I couldn’t say no. Not to Mr. Pierce. Plus, it would be an incredible honor to speak at the school that shaped me into the person I am today. We chatted for a bit, kind of like old times.
Mr. Pierce and I always had a nice relationship. It really took form about half way through my high school career when I began working as a barista to save up money for college. It was good money, and I was a natural. It gave me the opportunity to interact with all manner of people before school, which was just a few blocks away. Mr. Pierce was always my first customer of the day. He had a double breve latte with extra foam every morning. When I first started out he would spit my coffee out in disgust, and have me remake it until I got it right. This was his way of coaching me on my barista skills. By my second week I was making great shots with perfect crème. Nothing gave me a greater sense of validation, or a bigger boner than watching him take in the aroma, and seeing his lips press against the cup as he took that first sip every morning. We got into an almost scripted feeling ritual of him closing his eyes, smelling his coffee and then taking a sip before slowly fanning his thick, glistening blonde eyelashes open and smirking out a soft “Perfect.” before cleaning a bit of foam from his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and driving over to the campus. He was my first customer every morning and it made me love my job knowing that I’d see his sparkling smile every day.
He was a very charming man, and loved to show off his hefty, athletic body in subtle ways. He would stand around in the halls, for example, before class and chat with other teachers while they sipped on cold coffee, and waited for desks to fill. I could always be found seated early in some corner of the class room hidden just enough out of his line of sight so as to not get caught mindlessly drooling over the way he would shift his weight around while jovially telling stories in the hallway. The light fabric of his slacks hugging and draping his perfectly plump, muscular glutes and thighs. Everytime the bell rang to signal class starting he would enter the room with a vibrant “Good Morning class!” giving a bright start to our day. He was one teacher I had no trouble giving my full attention to.
My infatuation grew a little out of hand when I found myself seated in a tight, awkward corner of his classroom one day. It was a crowded computer class, and desks were organized in a perimeter along the walls of the room with students seated facing toward the walls so that our computer monitors could be easily seen at all times. Because of this arrangement, we students all sat side by side, and would often find ourselves with one arm wrapped around the back rest of our seat while we twisted around awkwardly in order to chat with one another.
One day, as I chatted with my friend just a few seats away, I felt a smooth, weighty mass brush against my arm, and the back of my head. The sensation threw me into a blissful haze, and I turned to see that Mr. Pierce had squeezed between my chair and another desk behind mine, in the process, brushing his muscular bum against me. He turned and quickly mouthed a “Sorry!” to me as he nimbly continued through the room dodging other students. A very unnecessary apology.
After that day, I made sure to always grab the same seat. I don’t know if he ever caught on. I would accidentally brush my hand, my head, an arm, anything against his ass every time he walked past me. I’m pretty sure I even tried to smell him once. I was completely out of control, but it’s difficult for a busy teacher to catch all of that in the midst of academic chaos. I learned how to navigate the chaos of the classroom, and found that you could get away with a lot in those times. A few guys could also exist in that chaos and we made a game of quickly flashing each other our cocks during those moments a lot. Just a silly thing us boys would do. But this was different. This could get me in trouble. I was stealing gropes from my poor, sweet, unsuspecting teacher, but how else was I ever going to fulfill my seemingly uncontrollable desires?
During my senior year I decided to come out of the closet because I ended up dating our swim team captain, Armando Ortez. It was a pretty amazing moment in my high school career. We were the talk of the school, if not the town. Being out of the closet back then was a big deal. I wasn’t the most flamboyant or effeminate guy in school. That would be Sam, the school “fag” as most people called him. He was a hilarious, and stylish guy. I admired how few fucks he gave. No one ever bullied him, because most of the girls in school were obsessed with him. They were pretty obsessed with Armando and I as well, but in a different way. He was their dream BFF, while we were the things of their wet dreams.
One day that semester, Sam asked me very loudly during our 6th period AP English class why I wasn’t more gay. I don’t remember exactly how he worded it in his thick Thai accent, but it came out something like:
“Honey, you have boyfriend, and you don’t act gay? I didn’t know you a gay!? You need to act more gay! Why you dress so boring and you so quiet?!”
It came out of nowhere. Mr. Pierce was our teacher for this class and, having known him for close to four years at this point, had developed a sort of rapport with him, even sometimes communicating just with our eye contact. Usually only if it were something silly. Never sexual. When Sam asked me this in the middle of a quiet study period during class, everyone had to stop themselves from turning to look at my face and gasping, including Mr. Pierce, to whom for some reason my eyes immediately focused on. I eyed him a “sorry, I didn’t choose this disruption”. To which he eyed back “Don’t worry about it.” as everyone turned their attention back to their studies.
I wanted to explode on Sam. I wanted to say “Not everyone is a giant faggot like you are. Not everyone is a loud cry for attention!” But I took a deep breath, and calmly, quietly explained to him that:
“Yes Sam, I’m gay. But being gay to me just means that I’m into guys. I’m totally comfortable with myself, and proud of who I am because I’m not pretending to be anything I’m not. I hope you know that you’re also allowed to be your real self too, and you don’t have to put on a personality that TV and the media shoves down your throat. Not every gay guy is a flaming queen, and if that’s who you are, then hooray for you.”
It was a miracle that he didn’t interrupt me or drift off. He actually took in everything I said, gave me a nod, and got back to his reading. I caught Mr. Pierce giving me the same look. As if I had just helped make sense of something he had never thought about, or maybe he never heard explained in those words. It was a validating moment for me.
After class that day I did my usual routine of taking way too long to get out of the classroom until it was just Mr. Pierce and I in the room. I was just that desperate to keep staring at him any chance I got. I know, it’s sad. I was supposed to be meeting Armando at his car so that we could do homework at his mom’s house and make out for a while, but I couldn’t resist getting just one more moment to see Mr. Pierce’s gorgeous face as he gave me my own personal “Have a good night.” before I left the room.
“Braden, you handled that situation very maturely. I’m proud of you. I am curious though, how do you guys at your age even know who you’re attracted to? I mean, how do you know that you’re really attracted to guys?” He asked in his curiously excited way. Something tells me he was a late bloomer?
I had always fantasized about having this moment with Mr. Pierce. We’re the last ones in the classroom, one of us strikes up conversation, and it somehow leads to him bent over his desk with my face buried deep in his furry blonde meat mounds while his eyes roll back and octaves he’d never reached come tweedling from his drooling, little, 5-o’clock shadowed dad mouth.
Instead, I was petrified. Partly because he was part of my answer. I knew that I was into guys the moment his ass brushed up against me during my freshman year. I knew I was into guys, because he was a guy, and I spent many hours of my life reflecting on that time I saw him coming out of the showers in the boy’s locker room wearing only a towel. He was at the center of all of my sexual fantasies. I don’t remember what I said, or how that conversation ended, but nothing ever happened between him and I, regrettably.
The day of my speech, I arrived on campus to greet Principal Pierce, and get a rundown of the assembly before my big moment. I was anxious to see Mr. Pierce, and very curious to see how he had aged. He had to be in his 50’s by now. I arrived at the front office to check in and get my visitors badge, breve latte in hand. As I finished applying my name tag I heard his voice announcing “Ah, my favorite barista!”. I turned around to see him in a perfectly fitted gray tweed suit. His hair was now a paler shade of blonde, and he wore a full, neatly groomed beard. His suit was snug enough that I could see he still regularly trained, and kept his body in great shape. He gave me a tour of the updated campus, and we walked through all of the old wings of the school where I once took his classes. We popped into a few classrooms to say hello to a few of my old teachers who were still with the school. I’ll never forget the sound of the students gasping as I walked into the room. Mr. Pierce was very excited to show me the new gymnasium updates, and because of all of the walking we had been doing, he had begun to sweat, and had to remove his jacket revealing a beautifully fitted, wrinkle-free dress shirt neatly tucked into his snug slacks. His large, athletic body showed through the drapery just as magnificently as I had remembered. He had put on quite a bit more weight, and it suited him very well. Further into my tour he went ahead of me up the stairs bringing his plump, muscly ass right to eye level while he explained the latest auditorium updates. I caught myself beginning to lose my train of thought just as he asked me a question which I clearly didn’t hear. I quickly brought my eyes up to meet his as we got to the top of the stairs, and I’m pretty sure he knew exactly where my mind was because he gave me a coy smirk that made his dimples show through his beard. My heart felt like it was pounding through my shirt.
Afterward, we went back to his office to go over my speech, and he asked me all about life in Los Angeles. I spared him most of the fun details in an attempt to keep things G-rated, but he just couldn’t resist asking for more juicy details. “You must get a lot of attention being so famous. It must be difficult to stay focused on work down there.” He said, to which I replied: “I would guess the same is true for you, being such a handsome, and admirable role-model for so many young people. What do you do to keep your mind in the right place around all of these raging hormones?”. He gave me that same smirk again and said: “Maybe we should grab lunch and talk about this somewhere off campus. I can show you exactly what I do.”. I didn’t know what to expect, but I followed along, fully open to whatever he was about to show me. Honestly, it sounded like he was flirting with me, and I was definitely trying to be coy about flirting back. We made our way out to his car and on the walk there he struck up more conversation:
“You’ve grown into quite the handsome young man Braden. It looks like you’re no stranger to the gym. I find that a hard workout is a great way to get my mind focused and burn off some steam. Let’s you and me take a long lunch break, get in a work out, and reward ourselves with a couple of juicy burgers before the assembly. It’ll give us a chance to get focused, and work off the nerves of giving a speech in front of hundreds of eager, buzzing teenagers.” He said.
“Sounds good to me, Principal Pierce.” I replied.
“Please, call me Thom.” He said as we got into his car.
We got to the gym, and made our way to the locker rooms. I was very excited to work out with Mr. Pierce. Correction, with my friend Thom. He was right. I was definitely no stranger to the gym and always carried an extra set of gym-wear with me in my backpack. I had been working out since high school, and never stopped. My physique was definitely one that much of Hollywood was envious of, and I made sure to give Thom a good show as we changed into our gear. “Wow, you definitely belong in Hollywood. I can’t believe I’m about to work out with a movie star.” He said as he looked me up and down as he stood in his underwear stunned and in awe of my body. I looked back at him and admired his large hairy belly, and massive muscles and we exchanged a very long session of mutual body appreciation. My eyes found their way magnetically pulled toward his massive bulging package in his light gray briefs and I felt my cock getting hard as I pulled my pants up in a panicked attempt to hide my excitement. I quickly left the lockeroom yelling back at Thom: “See you out there, I’ll be on the treadmill warming up!”.
Our workout was intense. Thom Pierce is a very strong man. Now in just a pair of small shorts, trainers, and a loose fitting tank top, I could see all of the muscle he kept modestly hidden behind his professional attire. Large, bulky forearms, with curly, golden hair covering his massive arms and shoulders. A tuft of light fur peaking out on his lats through his clothes, and a neatly trimmed carpet of fur covering his chest with a few silver hairs peeking out, and begging to be seen as they glistened in the overhead gym lighting. As we worked out, and worked up a sweat, his veins became more pronounced, and sweat dripped down his body and soaked into his clothes, which caused them to hug his body and show off his contours. One of his nipples poked through the fabric of his tank, while the other stared at me fully exposed and peaking through a bush of glimmering man fur. He worked me hard. To be honest, I couldn’t believe I could keep up with him.
We ended our workout doing bench presses to failure, and took turns spotting each other. While he pushed the bar up off of his massive hairy chest I could see his pecs getting more and more pumped until his veins popped, and a pool of sweat could be seen developing below his pecs, just above his large upper abdominal muscles with his nipples exposed through the large openings of his tattered, soaking wet muscle tank. The intense look on his face during his last set gave me a shiver up my spine. The way his lips curved asymmetrically drove me wild. I imagined that would be the same face he made while pounding away at his wife in bed. Once he was done it was my turn to do a final failure set. I gave it everything I had, and pressed my way to the point where I could do one more repetition. He cheered me on “You’ve got this Braden, you’re the man. Let’s see those huge pecs do what they were meant to do!”, and just then, as he spotted me with his crotch floating just above my face I took a deep breath in and felt the exhilarating sensation, a high I had never felt before as I breathed in the scent of his sweaty crotch which sent my heart racing through the roof, and as I pressed to the top of my last rep and dropped the bar back on the rack. He placed his meaty hands on my chest with a firm pat as he cheered me on again. “That’s my boy!” he cried, before looking down toward my crotch and noticing that I had sprung a massive hard-on! He pulled me up to an upright seated position on the bench and kneeled down beside me.“Let’s take a little breather before we hit the showers buddy. Looks like your pecs aren't the only things that got pumped up today.” He said softly to me with his face inches from mine. I sat on the bench with a tent firmly pitched in my gym shorts as he walked away toward the water fountains. I watched his massive legs and ass gyrate and bounce as sweat continued to splash from his body. He bent over to take a long drink of water during which time I didn’t waste doing anything but drooling over his plump sweaty ass now pointed in my direction. I couldn’t control myself. He caught me staring and gave me another one of his coy asymmetrical smirks before locking his eyes on mine, giving me a wink, and nodding his head, signaling me to follow him into the locker room.
I carefully tucked my boner into the waistband of my jockstrap and made my way to the locker room eager to see what Thom was leading me into. By the time I got into the locker room Thom was pants off, towel wrapped around his waist, and wiping sweat off of his chest and pits with his tank top. He smirked at me, and threw the sweaty tank in my face as we walked away toward the showers. The smell made me dizzy, and I felt my cock get harder against my belly. Removing the warm, wet garment from my face I caught Thom taking off his towel just as he turned the corner to enter the shower area, revealing his perfect, juicy, hairy, golden ass. I quickly threw my clothes off, and covered my boner with my towel while I made my way toward him. As I turned the corner I saw his massive arms raised while his meaty hands shampooed away at his wavy locks, sending sudsy water running down his perfect, swollen back, and down his muscular crack, and legs. I nervously turned the shower on across from him, and hung up my towel. Unable to hide my boner, and fairly sure he wouldn’t mind, I turned to face him as water washed down over my chest, abs, and down to my completely stiff cock. He turned to face me, and we quickly locked eyes, exchanging smiles and looking each other down slowly. His massive shoulders and pecs, covered in hair, now dripping wet. Water ran down his defined muscle belly, and beat down on his thick, heavy looking cock, which was beginning to swell before my eyes. His huge thighs and legs firmly planted in a stance that told me he was ready to charge me like a bull. He noticed me staring at his veiny meat tube, and firmly wrapped his hand around it, squeezing it to show me how hard he had gotten. I looked up at him and he licked his lips as his other hand reached for his nipple. He pinched it lightly and flicked it which must have caused him to have a near orgasmic sensation, because he threw his head back, which sent water falling down straight onto his chest and washed away all of the suds, revealing more of his well defined musculature. He let go of his cock, letting his arms hang behind him, revealing a now fully erect, pulsing, girthy cock that begged to be serviced. Just then, we heard some noise coming from the locker rooms, and quickly grabbed our towels to cover ourselves up. He approached me, getting so close that his cock rubbed up against mine through our towels and whispered into my ear: “Follow me.”. I trailed behind him a few steps as he led me to a dark, empty, dry sauna room.
The sauna was big enough to fit maybe 4 full grown men in it comfortably, but with how massive Thom was, I doubt anyone else could fit. “Have a seat, relax Braden. I think that hard work deserves a reward.” he said softly as he signaled for me to take a seat in the dark corner away from the light of the tinted glass sauna door. I took my towel off and placed it on the hot wooden planks before taking a seat. Thom slowly walked toward me and exclaimed: “Braden, I know you’ve probably wanted this for a very long time, and I want to let you know that I have too. Ever since you were my student, I always hoped that someday we would meet again, and be able to express our mutual attraction to each other. I’ve been watching you on TV, and I’ve even jerked off to your shirtless scenes a few times. This is such a dream come true.” He was now standing less than a foot in front of me and removed his towel, presenting his large plump cut cock to me, right in front of my face. He hung his towel around his neck and began to play with his nipples which caused his body to come alive, and his cock rose up to point right at my lips. I opened my mouth, and let his cock slide in. It was difficult to fit, but I wanted it so badly that my jaw seemed to relax enough to let the large head of his penis slide across my tongue and fill my mouth. I felt his weighty hand on the back of my head gently press me further toward his body and I could feel my throat release, allowing his cock to slide further into my mouth and down my throat. He let out a long, low grunt, and I felt his breath hit me as he began to hump my face, and fuck my throat. I placed my hands on his legs and felt his massive thighs and ass convulse and swell while he continued to slide his cock around in my throat and use me for his pleasure. He ran a hand through my hair, cupping the back of my head and tilting it gently up so that our eyes could meet. He smiled warmly and looked me in the eyes as he continued feeding me his meaty cock. I pulled my face away to catch my breath, and he took the opportunity to turn around, and present his massive hairy muscle ass to me. “I know you’ve wanted to do this for a long time Braden, so have at it.” He said as he relaxed his glutes and arched his lower back, bringing his ass closer to my face. I wrapped my hands around his hips, and pulled him toward me while I rubbed my face into his big soft, furry muscle mounds. I have dreamt of this moment, and had never imagined it could feel this good. I turned him against the wall, and had him brace up against it with his forearms, and pressed his head down, bringing his ass out toward me, exposing his beautiful wet, puckering hole. I took a moment to just take in this amazing sight. His ass was sweaty, and covered in glistening blonde hair that swirled around his hole and drew me in for a big deep sniff of his ass. I shoved my nose deep in, and proceeded to kiss it. He let out a soft moan as I let my lips and tongue slide across and into his hole. It was an electrifying taste, like placing my tongue on a 9 volt battery. He pressed his ass into my face causing my tongue to go even deeper while his ass cheeks hugged, and his butt fur gently scrubbed against my face. I took my time tasting and savoring every moment, every twitch, every corner of his beautiful hole, taking breaks to catch my breath. I rubbed my mustache lightly against it in hopes I could save the scent and flavor for later.
As we both played out our long held student-teacher fantasy dripping in sweat in the hot sauna I could see the shadows of men walking past the sauna door. The thrill of the risk made the whole experience feel more deviantly sexy. Thom looked back at me and said with a soft smile “Braden, I want you to slide your fat cock in me, and give my ass the pounding you’ve always dreamt of.”. I wasted no time manhandling his body, and placing him on the sauna stoop where I had been sitting so that he was on his knees, and could rest his arms on the stoop above him. “Be gentle buddy, I don’t do this often.” He whispered back to me. “Don’t worry Thom, just arch your back, take a deep breath, and press your ass against me.” I replied. He did as he was told, like a good muscle bottom daddy. I spit on the tip of my cock, and used the sweat and moisture from his dripping ass to slide right into his perfect hole. I fucked him slow and deep. Giving him time to get used to the sensation, and taking moments to indulge in the feeling of being inside of my beloved teacher’s hole. It only took a few seconds for his tight anus to loosen up once he pressed his ass back into me. He began to moan loudly which made me nervous about getting caught, and my cock started to soften. He pulled away, as my cock slurped out of him and flopped down. “We should get out of this hot sauna and head back to the showers to cool off.” He said while he tried to catch his breath. He began to walk casually out of the sauna door butt naked, and I called out to him “Hey, don’t you want your towel?” to which he laughed and said “Don’t worry, the boys around here know me very well.”. As we walked into the open shower room 5 other guys were showering, all naked, and looking back at Thom with smiles. “Good morning boys!” He said loudly to them all. “I’ve brought a friend with me today.” I was nervous that they would recognize me from TV, but they were all clearly looking at him. I guess I wasn’t the only person in the room who had a thing for daddies. To my surprise, Mr. Pierce then got on his back in the middle of the room, and raised his legs up in the air exposing his hole to me and said “Get over here and finish the job bud, come and fill me up with your hot load.” The guys all turned toward him with hard cocks and started to jerk off. I looked around the room to gauge what was going on. I noticed the janitor behind me who had just locked the locker room door and hung a “close for cleaning” sign on the door. Then he took his cock out too. He gave me a wink and said “Don’t worry kid, I’ve got you covered. Go give daddy his load.” I dived right in, and started pounding away at Thom’s ass right on the shower floor. The guys moved in closer and pretty soon everyone was moaning loudly, and writhing their bodies and convulsing in sexual pleasure. I’ll never forget the way Thom’s muscles bounced and jiggled as I fucked him. He wore a blissful smile as his eyes rolled back, then pulled my face into his, and kissed me hard and deep which made my cock throb even fuller and harder. I could begin to feel myself getting close to orgasm when he grabbed me by the face, locked eyes with me and said “I can feel you getting close big guy, feed me that hot movie star load. Cum in your favorite teacher’s ass!”. This turned me on so much that I came immediately. Each time I felt my cock throb, squirting my load into him, I could feel his hole relax and suck on me while his smile grew brighter. His mouth opened up and his tongue softly came poking out which made me kiss him again. I kissed him for a while and continued to pump my load into him. When I finally came up for air I raised my head to look around. The guys in the shower had all surrounded us and were starting to shoot their cum all over Thom. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Thom Pierce was on his back with my cock inside of him, dripping my cum from his hairy ass hole while 5 guys showered him in jizz. He pressed his hands down into the ground and raised his chest up while the cum washed over his body. I took his hard cock in one hand, and grabbed his pec with the other and fondled his wet chummy nipple with my thumb. He played with his other nipple, and after a moment of jerking him, I could feel that his cock was ready to shoot in my firm grip. My cock swelled inside of him. He looked up at me and locked eyes while I pounded away deep in his ass. His mouth opened wide, and a fountain of beautiful pearly jizz came gushing up into the air and landed in both of our mouths. It tasted sweet, warm and milky. I let it sit on my tongue for a moment to savor the taste before swallowing it.
Afterwards, we got dressed and ready to head back to the campus with time to spare, and our minds fully ready to focus on the task at hand. Every few seconds we would look at each other with a knowing smile, and revel in our sexy secret. The speech went great. Performing was no big deal for me. I still couldn’t believe I had such an incredible, and unforgettable experience. He walked me out to my car after the assembly and we shook hands while a crowd of students looked curiously at us from the campus grounds. We exchanged a longing look in each other’s eyes, and resisted our obvious desire to kiss one last time.
By Rev D’Aubergine
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