You like roaming the school grounds. Maybe it’s because of the nature of adventure in going places you wouldn’t in your daily routine, or maybe it’s because you like to find secluded places where no one can see you jerk off.
The bathroom on the 2nd floor of the old school building was a good find. The building, aging back almost 30 years, was abandoned due to issues of neglect of building code. No cameras also meant it was lacking security, and it was rumored that some delinquents would use this place as a hideout during the night. It was mostly a school myth, but some swear that in the late of night, they’d heard howling and laughter coming from there, but no one was brave enough to check it, and the school didn’t care enough to take any actions against it. The building had just been put to the side, as the school erected a new building next to it.
 You certainly found proof of lacking building maintenance in the bathroom, where there were quite large holes in the urinals. Still, the smell of old, musky air and a slight hint of remaining piss got you riled enough to get you going. Your mind filled with perverse thoughts of fucking and getting fucked in the bathroom, instinctively licking a bit of the urinal, savoring the thought that such a decrepit, dirty place had gotten you so horny. Feeling your climax coming, you close your eyes as spurts of cum come flying from your cock, spraying onto the wall. Panting, you lick some of the excess on your fingers. You’ve gotten used to your taste, as it was easier to get rid of the cum on your hands by eating it than any other method. You smile as you look at your cum staining the wall; a slight pride that you’ve marked this place, contributed to the tainting of what used to be a public space arose from deep in your chest. Putting your dick back in your pants, you leave the bathroom, not noticing a slight glint beneath the ripped paper of an old notice sticker.
You were startled awake the next day during break when you heard the notice that your homeroom teacher needed to see you in the office. Not much of a rule-breaker, you didn’t really know why you were called. Surely it couldn’t have been your daily escapades; you were careful to watch for any security cameras wherever you went, a habit you picked up after some time of outdoors fun. With uncertainty in your stomach, you head into office, locating your teacher in the cubicle far back.
“Oh, it’s you! Come here, I have some things I need to talk to you about.” You gulp, and sit on the small chair next to him.
“It’s come to my attention,” he starts, “that you’ve been into the old school building.”
You feel a cold sweat coming. So it was what this was about. Your mind jumps to conclusions. Will your parents be notified of this? Maybe you’ll be expelled?
“You don’t have to worry,” your teacher calms you. “You’re not in trouble.”
You feel his hand on your hand, which you had neatly put on your lap. You look up, a bit teary-eyed, and wait for your sentence.
“I just want to know,” your teacher continues, “what you’ve been doing in there. It’s quite dangerous, and I don’t want any of my precious students getting hurt. You especially.”
Your mind races as you try to think of anything to say, but it stops when you feel your teacher caressing his hand over yours. It might have started as an innocent act to calm you down, but slowly his hands moved towards your thighs, and it slightly arouses you. Your face flushes with the fact that you’ve just been turned on by your teacher while you’re in trouble. He notices, and says “It is quite hot in here don’t you think? Hope you don’t mind me cooling off a bit.” He takes his hand off you, making you whine with protest on the inside, and unbuttons his shirt a bit.
Your mind a bit calm, and more flustered and horny than anything, you take in your teacher. He’s a bit of a bear, in his early 40s, and now that his shirt was a bit open, you could see the tufts of hair in between his pecs, that would eventually lead to a treasure trail. You’ve seen a bit of his body before; since he was the father of your friend since you were young, he’d taken you to public pools on the weekends years before. He’d had his dad bod since then, but kept fit enough to be quite the specimen. You’re eyes lead to his pecs, quite hefty looking with enough muscle and fat in them.
He notices your eyes trailing on his body, and a knowing smile spreads on his face. 
“I think I might have an idea of what you were up to. Would you like to explain it to me first hand, privately?”
You were dumbfounded, struck by the fact that your teacher, who was your ideal body type, was flirting with you. And you had absolutely no reason to say no.


After school was over, you find your teacher back at the office. He smiles when he sees you, and after a hurried packing, takes you by the hand and rushes down the stairs. You notice where you are going, it had been one of the places you had gone to fap; a secluded science lab that was more used as a shed than an actual lab. The lock on the door was faulty, and though it might be enough to dissuade passers-by, to people like you who tried it enough times it opened. Your teacher seemed to know this as well, as he expertly opened the door and closed it behind you. It gets you horny that your teacher was also enough of a hornball that he knew how to use this room.
He sits on a large table and beckons you over. You’ve seen enough porn to know stuff like this, and you head straight to kneel in between his thighs. He caresses your face lovingly, pulling your chin up to look at him.
“Now, you seemed to like what you see back in my office. Why don’t you go ahead and explore?”
Enough of and invitation, you go ahead and unbutton his shirt, caressing his body as you do. You take a slight chance, and lean into his mouth, which he happily accepts, and the two of you kiss. It starts slow, but eventually you feel his tongue wrestle against yours, his much thicker than yours. You lose in power and his tongue invades your middle-schooler mouth, ravaging it and tasting your spit. You huff as he takes his tongue out, and notice that both of you have a bit of a stain in your pants.
You open his shirt fully and expose his belly full on. It’s just as you remembered and dreamed about. His belly was round but firm, and as you passed your hand over it you could feel the twitching of muscle within. Your teacher sighs out as you do so, and starts relaxing and reclining on the table. You see him sprawled on it, eyes closed and smiling. His shirt slightly comes off, and you see his pits with just the right amount of hair. You instinctively mush your face against it, licking and sniffing it, taking in his scent.
“Oooh, kid, you’re a natural!” he says, firmly grabbing your ass, another hand sliding down your pants and squeezing your dick over your pre-soaked underwear. His hands were big and rough, but the feeling of his hand on your cock sent your mind reeling, a slight spurt of cum coming out of your cock.
“Oh, you like that?” he says, as he notices a small bead of white liquid seeping from your dick. Using his hand that was stroking your dick, he pushes your face even more into his pits. Air is nothing but his pit hairs sticking to your mouth and nostrils, filling with the musky scent of a man that needs kid holes to use.
“Ohh fuck yeah. I have a student who’s less than half my age sucking my pits,” he whispers to you, “and he fucking loves it. Cumming just from licking my stinky pits, what a perv. You need some of this daddy dick, boy? Some fresh, hot cum straight from the tap?”
You nod as much as you can with his hand restraining you to his armpits, and he lets go. Your sight’s a little hazy from being pressed against something so hard, and as you regain focus and wipe some spit and pit hair from your mouth, you see your teacher’s dick straining against his work pants.
“Well then, go ahead! Please me as much as you want to, boy.”
You unlock his belt and open up the pants zipper like opening a Christmas present, so eager to see what’s underneath it. It springs up when you pull down his underwear, soaked with pre, and you are amazed by what you see. You’ve caught glimpses of his cock when you were younger. He would sometimes carelessly walk around naked, groggily going to drink some water while he thought you were sleeping during a sleepover.
But now you can take it in right up to your nose, it touching slightly against his dick making him moan. His 7-inch was as thick as a can, the ideal tool to put some child-loving baby batter in some hole. You slowly lick on the shaft, using your hands on the side of his thighs, caressing it.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Suck off your teacher’s dick. You like it don’t you? You wanted to do this since you were little didn’t you? Suckle on my dick like the cock-loving bitch you were born to be.”
You start with the tip, but soon enough can take in about half his size. You try pressing it in more, but just can’t. It’s too big for you, was what you had in mind when you suddenly realize the rest of his dick in your mouth pubes pressed against your muzzle. He pushed your head against his thighs, moaning like a beast and eyes rolling up to his skull.
“Yeah baby, keep it in there. You like this dick in your throat, huh? Some 40-year old cock in some young teenage throat, as it’s meant to be. Ooh, so close. Gonna cum in your underage throat!”
You’re gagging for air, but he pays no mind to it. You can feel a torrent of warm liquid against your abused throat, sticking to it. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out, and you gasp for air. It smells like cum and spit, and you happily take it in.
In your cum-filled daze, your teacher lets you rest while he licks at some of your cum that had gotten on his hand.
“Mm, that’s some nice tasting cum. You’ll make a find stud yourself one day.”
Some minutes after you both are done resting, and suddenly something comes to mind. Your friend was also into his own dad; it was something that you two talked about, both imagining being his pet as fap material for years. You decide to ask your teacher about this.
“Oh, my son? Hm, I guess you’d like to know huh. But what I tell you from now on has to be a secret you understand?”
You nod your head. There was no way you would risk losing this.
He picks up his pants and underwear, not bothering to wear them. You can see his massive dong swing like a pendulum now that it had had a shot. It was entrancing, but you’re taken out of your daydream by your teacher.
“Don’t mind putting your clothes back on. Just bring it with you.”
Your teacher starts to move some stuff around. Watching a stud like him with just a white dress shirt working makes you horny again, and you can’t hide your boner now that you’d taken your underwear off. After about a minute, he gestures you to come over, smiling as he sees you have another boner.
“Okay, now be careful, it’s a bit steep.”
You are surprised to see stairs hidden behind all the stuff in the room. Intrigued, you follow your teacher down the stairs. As you crawl down, your teacher pulls down a string with a small click, and some dingy lights fill a small hallway, just wide enough for maybe 2, 3 people to walk through.
“So,” your teacher says jokingly, “any Idea where we are headed? I’ll give you some ‘extra credit’.” He says, chuckling.
You’ve been around places in school to fap enough to notice the design of the corridor. The walls were crude and old, and it represented the style of the old school building.
“That’s right! My, your teacher is so happy to have such a gifted young student.” He said, while he started fondling with his dick, stroking yours as well.
You come to another case of stairs, and as you turn to go down, he stops you.
“Nope, not going down there today. We need to go this way.” He said, as he led you further down the corridor. After a bit more walking(and a slight use of your throat on his dick), the two of you end up on a door which he opens. You both walk out, and you are indeed on the first floor of the old school building. He holds you by the hand, and you walk up to the second floor.
You expectantly walk with him, to where you were fapping yesterday. What you didn’t expect was the moaning coming from the bathroom. The closer you came, the louder you could hear it: sounds of wet plaps and huffs of ragged breathing, with some dirty talking with it.
You and your teacher enter, and he puts down his clothes by a pile on the unused sink, going to clap some backs to push harder in a hole.
“Hey, you made it!” You recognize another teacher talking to your homeroom one. “Thought you’d use your student’s hole and go home for the night.”
“And miss an opportunity to use my own boy’s hole? Never. Now put some more back into it and fuck my son’s ass hard!”
His son. His son? You look at the bathroom, now filled with a few teachers. They were seemingly fucking something in the urinals. That’s when you notice the asses sticking out of the holes. And in front of where the two talking were, there was a picture of your friend taped to the top of the urinal.
“Unf, gonna, fuck, gonna fucking cum in your son’s boy pussy!”
“Yeah man, do it! Give him all you got!”
The teacher roars, as he thrusts once more deep inside the ass, shaking in place. Cheers can be heard from the others in the bathroom who were watching, and through the wall you can hear faint moaning. Your friends dick is hard and starts leaking as the teacher pulls his dick out of his ass, spurting some cum out with it. Your homeroom teacher proceeds to kneel down and suck his dick, drinking down the excess cum with his son’s ass juice-covered dick.
The teacher, now tuckered out, claps your homeroom teacher on the back and leaves with his clothes. Your homeroom teacher, slowly standing up, beckons you over to where he stands. You squeeze past the teachers there, few of them touching and fondling parts of your body as you pass by.
“Now you see my son here, heh,” he says, “he made advances on me a few days ago. Lucky I caught you here fapping with the camera over there.” He points to the hidden camera in the wall.
“You both get to enjoy my dick in you! You like that huh?”
You nod, and flush as he slaps his now hard cock on his son’s backside.
“Watch closely now,” he says, pushing his cock into his son’s asshole, moaning like a madman.
“Yeah that’s it, take my cock, pup. Fuuck, yes. Just had my dick in your friends throat, now I’m in your pussy. You like that, hmm?”
You hear more moaning from behind the wall, and most likely your friend would have heard you were here.
Your teacher picks up the pace, cramming more of his 7 inches into his son. You lean in, licking the side as it goes in and out of your friend, hoping it was you who was stuck in the hole. You feel a hand roughly grabbing at you from behind, and some of the waiting teachers start to fuck your throat. You’re pushed down to your knees as three dicks spring in front of you. The one on the middle forces it down your throat, and you feel the tip of his dick reach down past your mouth. The others slap theirs on your face, and you feel the blood rushing into their dicks making the hard for some young kid’s mouth. You take turns, hearing the plaps of your friend and his father’s rough fucking behind you, touching yourself to the rhythm of it.
A few minutes later, your teacher grabs you by the back of your throat, picks you up, and plants a rough kiss on your mouth. You instantly let your mind go, letting him rape the inside of your mouth with his tongue. After you wrestle your tongues, he lets you go, and slows his pace. With and audible pop, he pulls his dick out of his son’s puffed up asshole, and you here a whine behind the wall.
“Son,” he says to you, as much as you would be a great fuckhole, you can also be a stud like us. Here, get up. Aim your dick right there, and there ya go!”
You feel a strange warmth surrounding your dick as it enters your friends behind. The cum of the people who had already used him is lube enough that your dick slides right in. Your teacher grabs hold of your hips and guides you as you fuck your friend.
“You’re doing great kid. Nice to have me show you how to fuck an ass, huh? You want to be daddy’s boy? Use your brother’s ass as I show you how to do it. Thaat’s it.”
Other teachers using the other ‘urinals’ give a cheer as they see a young boy be a man enough to fuck a young hole. They huff as they rut inside their own child-holes, making it steamy in the room. You lose focus as you let your mind go, watching a teacher piss inside a freshly cummed-in pussy, making the student in the wall’s belly grow a bit, then pushing her stomach, having her pussy flow out sticky, yellowish fluids. Some teachers are kissing each other, fondling each other’s nipples as they talk about how hot it is to see some older dicks in underage holes, how they would gladly fuck a cub at school and everyone would watch as they joined.
Then you feel something intruding your backside, and turn around to see your teacher(now daddy) prodding his cock, slick with the inside juices of your friend, in your asshole.
“You ready?”, he asks, and you nod. “Then take it, you BITCH!” he shouts, as he pushes the rest in an instant.
You can barely hear the moans of the watchers as the stroke their cocks to such an act of dominance, because your mind is lost to pain and pleasure. He nearly pulls you out of his son, and holds you up as he pounds your ass. You can feel the cum be pushed out by the sheer force of your daddy’s dick in you, spilling into your friends ass. Your daddy proceeds to fuck you, use you like a living condom to fuck his own son; and with a loud roar, he empties his load, even larger than before, into your young, teenage ass.
After the twitching stops, he pulls you off of his dick, and with barely enough strength to stand, you fall to your knees. Your daddy grabs your head and pushes it against his son’s ass.
“Drink.” He orders, and you start drinking all of what’s inside your friends fucked up asshole. Daddy picks you up again, and after a bit of kissing where you give him some of the stuff you’ve drunken down, he puts your lips on his half-hard cock. You instinctively start suckling, and hear the sound of trickling water as he starts to piss inside your throat.
The others who were watching all moan at the sight of you, your instincts showing that you were a boy meant to be used by men like them. They pound their dicks in their hands hard, and as your mind goes weary, the last thing you feel before you are knocked out are the ropes of cum that coat you.