19 comments/ 94195 views/ 85 favorites Hot Buffalo Conference By: perihelion My name is Clivedon Wilhelm Van Der Hoeven, generally known to my family and friends as 'Clive'. I'm thirty-four and everyone tells me I still look twenty-one. Trust me; it's all in the genetics. My paternal grandfather died at eighty-seven and people were amazed to discover his true age in the obituaries. He looked fifty with not a line or crease on his face and a full head of silver grey hair. I have a Ph.D. in Chemistry, a Master's in Chemical Engineering, and another Master's in Mathematics. My undergraduate degree is in Chemical Engineering with a second major in Mathematics. While studying at university I fell in love with teaching from my part time work as a university tutor and assistant tennis instructor. When I began my teaching career I was also hired to coach tennis and I've been doing it for twelve years now at one of the state's best private academies. My parents are still waiting for me to quit teaching and join the family firm in the more profitable career of engineering. Right now, I just enjoy teaching too much to quit. I can see an end in sight, though. Every time I have to deal with school violence I think about my luxurious oak paneled office in Dad's office building. And every time some dumb ass government politician fucks education over I swear I've worked my last year in the field. My teaching co-workers think I'm an idiot. Most of them would leave in a heartbeat if they had my opportunity. I maintain my Professional Engineering license by providing consulting work for my family firm at least 10-20 hours per week. Dad insists I stay current as I'm one of his heirs to the family engineering firm. I have one brother, Brad, who's two years younger than me and also works in the firm. At age 32 he's been married and divorced three times and thankfully has no children because he's completely sterile as a result of an illness he had when he was twelve. His marriages have all failed because when Brad realized he really could not get a woman pregnant he turned into the biggest pussy hound the world has ever seen. It's impossible for him to be faithful to one woman. He thinks he has to try to fuck every woman he likes, kind of like the dog that pees on every bush in his neighborhood. After a fortune in divorce settlements and legal fees, he's decided he's finished with marriage. Apparently, plenty of women are content to provide him with regular fucks with no strings attached. He struts around like he's Charlie Sheen. Fortunately, he's not into drugs. My summer teaching break had ended and I was in Albany, New York for a week. I was at another of those annual state teacher's conferences where educators meet to try to solve the unsolvable problems of instructing the pupils of our country. Each time I attend one of these ass wipe things I come closer to just calling the principal and quitting on the spot. I'd been selected as one of two representatives from our county. It was the first week of August, pre-planning was to begin at the end of the following week with a new school term to begin on the last day of the month. Typical half assed affairs, the last time I attended one of these conferences there was a fuck up and I was not included on the list of conference delegates nor was a hotel room booked for me. It was such a royal mess that I actually was able to get out of attending. Check in time was after 4:00 PM on Sunday evening. I arrived at 5:30. After checking into my room, I was surprised to discover it only had one king sized bed. How many hotels are left that have rooms with only one bed? Maybe a honeymoon suite. I laughed to myself. Perhaps they assumed newlyweds would be too busy fucking to notice the piss poor décor. I figured I must have been given a single room because the other delegate was female or wasn't going to show up. That was not unusual either. Better than the year I attended with Harvey Wilkes, the band director at Cambridge Academy. Harvey spent the entire conference in the hotel room totally pissed out of his mind on vodka. By the end of the week I was beginning to feel inebriated from sharing the room with him. I undressed and got into the shower. After a few minutes I heard the room door open. Surprised, I thought perhaps I had forgotten to lock it. In the far reaches of my mind, I also considered a break-in. I wrapped a towel around my waist and ran out of the bathroom. I was somewhat stunned to see Bill Purefoy, the head football coach of our school, as he threw his two suitcases on the bed. "What the hell's going on, Clive? Surely these assholes don't expect us to share the same bed! Motherfucking goddamn shithead assholes!" Bill was totally pissed off. "You're covered in soap, Van Der Hoeven, and dripping all over the goddamn floor! Finish your shower while I go see that little pansy faggot at the front desk to fix this fuck up!" Bill left the room, slamming the door behind him. I finished my shower, dressed in slacks and a pullover, ready to change rooms. I sat in a chair at the small table and used the remote to flip through the television channels. It was your typical cable television, over a hundred channels and not a damn thing worth watching. I turned the TV off and lay across the bed, falling asleep. I was startled awake by the door slamming with a crash against the wall. Bill was still furious. "Well, here's the deal. There're no other rooms in the hotel. They're fully packed because of the conference and the pre-season football game. Of course the ass wipe manager apologized for the screw up and tried to pass the buck. I raised so much hell we're getting the room free all week and free meals in the restaurants, plus free unlimited access to their movie channels. We got lucky." I gave him an eat shit look. "Exactly how did you manage that little coup? If you told that little shit you're the head of the New York Mafia he'd tell you to kiss his ass. Remember, I met him, too." Bill laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, well, the little turd really didn't give a shit but Coach Dempsey was there at the same time and he was in a foul mood and scared the shit out of the manager so he made the deal." "Who's Dempsey? God in the flesh? I can't imagine the hotel giving a damn." "George Dempsey is the statewide educational chairman who books hotels for all our conventions. He threatened to boycott the entire hotel chain nationwide. The manager nearly pissed all over himself. I swear he looked like he was ready to offer to suck Dempsey's dick right there in the lobby. I'll bet Dempsey stays free in the penthouse suite everywhere he goes." I looked at Bill and snorted. "I can live with it, but can you?" Bill asked. "So who is going to sleep on the floor?" Bill sat on the edge of the bed. "On the floor, my ass! You can sleep on the fucking floor if you want to be ridiculous. I grew up with three brothers and had to share a bed with a brother until I went to college. It's not like I'm gonna to rape you, stupid. I don't snore and I hope to god you don't. My wife does and just between us, we sleep in separate bedrooms and only share a bed to fuck." I sighed impatiently. "No, I don't snore. It's just it's hard for me to sleep with someone else in the bed." Bill cackled. "Well, that says a lot about your sex life, Clive, or should I say the lack of one. Think of me as an extra pillow in the bed." I laughed. "I don't know if that's such a good idea. I usually fuck the extra pillow on my bed." "Go to hell, dick wad. You try fucking this pillow and you'll go home neutered." Bill and I continued to joust and tease in this vein for the next half hour as we unpacked and got ready for supper. Personally I've always found him to be incredibly sexy with a boyish grin and juvenile sense of humor. He's a fun person to be around and the most popular coach at our school. We decided since he raised so much hell downstairs, it would be better to have our first meal in a restaurant away from the hotel. Give management a chance to cool down. No need to die of food poisoning on the first night. Bill drove us to a steakhouse on the edge of the city. He was often in Buffalo for other meetings or games and he'd eaten there several times before. He swore it was the best steakhouse in the whole state of New York and it was. As we were driving back to the hotel, Bill slowed in front of an adult bookstore. "You have any objections to taking in a little porn? I don't get to do it unless I'm out of town. The old ball and chain would fucking kill me if she knew. You know how it is." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Has a cat got an ass? It'll be a nice way to finish the evening." He laughed. "Nice??? You really do have a shit love life, Clive. Your life must be boring as hell. A nice way to finish the evening would be fucking a hot pussy but this will have to do." The entrance was in the rear of the building. About a half dozen vehicles were in the parking lot. "Let's hope we don't run into anyone we know," I said. "If we do, just remember that they'll value our silence as much as we value theirs. Don't panic and start blushing like a girl." Bill laughed. "Anyway, you know how it goes. Men who like porn are part of a silent brotherhood." It was a typical adult bookstore, aisles divided into sexual preferences, and a back area with peep video cubicles. The cashier was wrapping new magazines in clear plastic wrap. One other customer was in an aisle looking at magazines devoted to big tits. The owners of the other vehicles out back had to be in the back watching videos. We slowly made our way through the aisles with Bill occasionally picking up a magazine of interest. I was interested in what appealed to him, curious about his range of sexual interests. I would casually pick up a magazine in the areas where he did. He made his way through the big titty magazines looking at two or three, totally skipped the S&M area, and seemed particularly interested in pictures of men eating pussy. Then we passed the gay section and surprisingly Bill picked up a few magazines and looked at their covers. I didn't say anything, just left him looking and went over to look at the sex toys section. Bill joined me shortly and picked up a monstrous rubber penis. "Now wouldn't it be wonderful to have a dick this big!" He playfully placed the penis at his groin and let it flop around a bit. "I wonder how a guy with a dick this big keeps it from falling in the toilet water when he shits." I laughed. "It would be fun finding out, wouldn't it?" Bill headed toward the cashier. "You want to watch a few movies?" he asked. "Sure. Why else come here?" We entered the back theatre area. The cubicles were well built with locking doors and lights above the door to indicate if in use. Most were occupied. Bill suggested we share a booth to save money. We entered a dark booth only to discover a man on his knees sucking a dick through a glory hole. "Sorry, dude," Bill said. "The light was out so we thought this booth was empty." The man looked up at us and smiled. "You boys want to watch?" Without replying we backed out of the booth and walked down the corridor until we found another unlit booth. Bill opened the door and said, "No one's in here and there's no glory hole. I think we'll be safe." It was a larger booth about six feet long and three feet wide. A flashing arrow glowed on a large screen pointing toward the money slot. A wooden seat was built into the wall that would hold two guys if they were thin and squeezed tight. I sat down, put five dollars in the slot, and told Bill to choose his poison. Using the video control button next to the coin slot he began to flip through the channels. The screen indicated one hundred channels. "What do you want to see?" Bill whispered. "Your choice." He slowly scanned the channels until he came upon a tall blonde hairy fraternity type guy licking the pussy of a dark haired girl with big tits and a huge black bush covering her vagina. Bill sat back and watched. We were pressed so close together I could feel his body heat. His leg pressed tight against mine as he stretched to open his groin area for his hard on. Bill watched the screen and in the darkened booth I watched him. His eyes were glued to the screen and his breath was beginning to be a bit labored. He was licking his lips and I saw his hand adjust his hard penis. I could hear him swallow nervously. In the light of the video I could easily see his cock was huge and hard, busting at his zipper, begging for release. It periodically throbbed under his tight pants. My cock was about to explode in my jeans thinking of his naked cock. I'd fantasized about Bill naked, had masturbated visualizing him. The closest thing to nudity I got with him was when he was in his tiny gym shorts and school tee shirt. He, nor anyone else, had any idea of my being gay. I've always played sports and been a macho masculine type of guy growing up in a family where being gay was not an option. And I was not about to make a move on Bill in an adult theater. When a straight guy is totally pumped on porn he might do things he'll regret later, regrets that can spell disaster for the gay initiator. Straights cum and then suddenly they are straighter than ever, convinced the gay took advantage of them. At this point, all I could do is watch and drool. Bill continued to scan the channels. We briefly watched two guys fucking. Then his surfing ended when he came upon a gay rimming video. Two total hunks were hot at it. One man had his tongue in the other man's hairy asshole, licking, kissing, and sucking. As we watched, the rimming progressed into ass fucking. The sounds were tantalizing to me. Bill took a sharp intake of breath and I heard him swallowing. "Goddamn that's hot. I don't care if it's two dudes or not. My asshole is so sensitive that sometimes I enjoy a good shit as much as fucking a pussy." He continued to watch the screen and would occasionally adjust his crotch. Bill groaned quietly. I hoped he'd unzip his pants and jerk off in front of me. I was surprised he made no effort to move on from the rimming video to another straight flick. He didn't seem to care he was displaying an interest in a gay flick in front of another "straight" guy. His hand was rubbing his crotch and pulling at what was obviously his hard cock. Suddenly he looked over at me. "Are you as hard as I am?" he murmured. "Much more of this and I'm gonna shoot my wad in my pants." He was breathing hard. "Fuck yeah." I really was horny but it was from seeing him sexually excited, not the video screen. Suddenly, there was a tremendous crack of lightning and the roar of thunder. The video screen went dark, came on again, and went off again. We were in pitch black darkness. The sound of rain pouring on the roof immediately followed. "We might as well get the hell out of here while we can," Bill said and stood up. "I second that." I followed him into the lobby in total darkness. There were no emergency lights until we got to the lobby. The man behind the counter was apologizing to a couple of customers. "Guys, I don't control the weather. The TV says we're in for a real rain storm. Why don't you check out the magazines and give it a bit to clear up?" Bill turned to me. "I'm gonna buy a few magazines for entertainment back at the hotel." He snickered. "While you do that I'm gonna go pee." I left him looking at magazines and went to piss. When I came out, Bill had his selections in a brown paper bag, ready to go. We ran through sheets of pouring rain to his car, getting soaked in the process. Bill was laughing. "Man, I got one sweet fucking deal on these magazines. The cash register wasn't working and the clerk can't do math in his head. He undercharged me by twenty one dollars." Bill and I discussed the ignorance of the masses and returned to the hotel. We got further soaked running from the parking lot to the lobby and went up the elevator dripping water. We were not alone. Almost everyone who'd been caught outside got soaked and the hotel staff was busy mopping up the water trails. At our room I offered to let Bill shower first. I got an extra towel to dry off with while waiting. "Don't use all the hot water jacking off in the shower" I joked. "While I wait can I look at what you bought?" He handed me the bag. "Don't get cum stains on them. I'd like to see them before the pages stick together." He laughed and went into the bathroom. I watched his cute ass bounce glued to his wet jeans. "Asshole," I called after him. "I don't shoot off onto naked photos. I leave that for football coaches." "Yeah, I forgot. You tennis bums cum prematurely in your shorts, right?" He laughed loudly and I heard the water running in the shower. I stripped out of my wet clothes and dropped them on the tiled bathroom floor next to his. I could see Bill's shadow through the heavy shower curtain. "I'm leaving my wet clothes on the floor here. I guess we can hang our clothes from the shower rod when we are through." "The hotel has a cleaning service," Bill replied. "We can call room service." While he showered, I called room service. As instructed, I put our clothes in a plastic bag that was in the closet. Bill came out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist. It was all I could do not to ogle him. Bill's about six feet tall. I'm 6'3" and he's shorter than me. His chest had a gorgeous cover of curly black hair. His nipples were like pink silver dollars and pointed sexily at me. A narrow line of hair led to his stomach which had the same curly hair around his belly button and then the trail led down into the towel. I could see a long uncut penis moving under the towel as he walked toward the bed. His legs were dusted in short black hairs and his feet and toes were long and slender with clear nails. He had no hair on his feet and his toenails glistened. He had no white strips or any indication that his nails even grew as they were so flat against the skin. In my mind, I envisioned sucking them. His were the sexy kind of feet about which I fantasized. "What's this? You never looked at the magazines, dude?" They were still in their plastic wrap. "No," I replied. "I put our clothes in a bag and called room service. You were only in the shower for about three minutes, man. I guess it doesn't take long when you can cum in 10 seconds." I laughed and walked toward the bathroom. "Fuck you, bastard. That's 10 seconds longer than you. I'm sure they'll clean the wad out of your shorts in the laundry." I pulled my towel from my waist as I entered the bathroom, giving Bill a quick look at my ass. I glanced back and caught him looking at it. After a quick shower, I dried with a towel and re-entered the bedroom. I decided to give Bill a chance to have a full look at my cock. I came into the bedroom with the towel completely covering my head as I dried my hair. I knew my cock was about half mast and would be at least 7 inches long that way. I heard Bill whistle. "Goddamn, stud! Are you related to a horse? Where'd you get that monster cock from?" It was flattering but I knew I didn't have a monster cock. I pulled the towel from over my head. Bill was reclining on the bed naked with his towel strategically placed over his groin area. I could tell his cock was hard. He'd opened his magazines and was looking at a gay magazine of a man eating another guy's ass out. I pretended a calmness and jocularity that was the opposite of my inner feelings. "My Granddaddy was a thoroughbred stallion," I laughed. "As tall as you are, I'm sure you're pretty well endowed yourself, man." I made no effort to cover my nudity. Instead, I stretched out on the bed beside him and looked over at his magazines. He had three -- the gay one he was looking at now, one with two men fucking one woman on the cover, and one with a man eating a woman's pussy on the cover. Hot Buffalo Conference "I figured you would have already blown your nut by now and passed out asleep." I smiled suggestively at him. Bill pulled his towel off his crotch. He uncut dick was standing up throbbing, about 6 or 7 inches long, with a wide chunky knob atop an average stalk. It was his knob that made his dick look large and he had huge nuts hanging really low between his legs. He had a hairy bush so thick you couldn't see the skin. The dense jungle of hair grew down into his thighs and nut sack. It looked delicious, almost as delicious as the pre-cum puddle at his belly button with a string hanging from the end of his dick to his stomach. "Does it look like I've blown my load, man?" he replied softly, rubbing his hand in his black wiry bush. "I like to edge for a few hours before I cum. It's a lot better when you finally blow your load all over. It feels like my whole body is humming." "I edge a lot, too," I grinned. "But I'm not married and I have plenty of time to fool around with myself. How do you manage it?" "Remember I told you Kay and I sleep in separate bedrooms and only get together about once a week or so to fuck. I jack off every day by myself." "Does she know about your interest in rimming?" "Hell, no, that's between you and me. I'd love to get my asshole licked but it's just a jack off fantasy." He raised an eyebrow and absolutely leered at me. "What about you? You ever play with your asshole? You ever been rimmed?" "I think all guys play with their assholes while they masturbate - at least once and awhile. Of course, it's like masturbation. You know what they say -- 95% of all men admit to masturbation and the other 5% are fucking liars." I grinned at him. "How many guys you know gonna admit they stick their finger in their ass when they jack off?" Bill stood up, putting the magazines on the nightstand. "Okay if I turn out the lights?" I nodded and he turned off everything but the bathroom light, leaving the door ajar so a soft light let us to see each other. He got back onto the bed and turned facing me. He looked me in the face and at my naked body with no attempt to hide his interest. "Don't kill me for saying I think you're one fucking hot dude," he whispered softly. I looked at him. He was flushed and swallowing nervously. "You're pretty hot yourself," I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively. He leaned in closer to my face. "You didn't answer my question," he whispered. I could see him slightly tremble. "And which question was that?" "Do you play with your asshole? Have you ever been rimmed?" I laughed quietly. "That's two questions." I looked him straight in the eyes. "And the answer is yes to both of them. What about you?" He swallowed hard. "Yes to the first, no to the second." We continued to look in each other's eyes. We kept gazing at each other for several minutes and our eyes became windows into our souls. I knew what Bill wanted and he knew what I wanted. I felt his gentle hot breath on my face. I could see the flush move from his face to his neck and chest. His nipples were erect and hard. He wouldn't last much longer. Bill was about to shoot his load and I wasn't sure how to play this. A straight man playing around with another guy can turn into a total nightmare once he ejaculates. I've been in a couple of nasty fights after sex in the same circumstance. Suddenly, the straight is outraged and convinced the manipulative queer seduced him into something he really didn't want. "Have you ever been fucked in your ass?" Bill's voice was so low I could barely hear it even with his face next to mine. I didn't answer the question. I think Bill knew the answer anyway. He looked longingly at my naked body. He swallowed hard again. "Can I.....?" he drifted and hedged, afraid to ask his question. I grinned at him. "I can't say yes if you don't ask the question." "I, uhmm, I want to, uh..." Bill looked like he was about to explode with passion. I took his hand in mine. "Would you like to touch this?" I asked softly and moved his hand toward my penis. Bill looked nervous but as I placed his hand on my penis he jerked with passion. He grasped my penis gently and rubbed a finger over the piss hole, smearing the precum. He had big hands and while he rubbed my knob, other fingers were touching my nuts. With his other hand, he took my hand and guided it to his hard cock. I ran my fingers through his huge bush and played gently with his nuts. Our eyes shared our passion while we felt each other's genitals. I had more experience playing with another man's stuff. I let my middle finger travel down his taint and tease his asshole gently. Surprisingly, Bill followed suit and I felt his finger pressing at my asshole. He closed his eyes and moaned, then roughly rolled away from me onto his back. I felt a quick surge of fear. I've always been able to hold my own in a fight. My brother and I accompanied my father to martial arts classes from as far back as I can remember. I waited for the worst. He almost whimpered. "Sorry, I want this to last. I don't want to cum yet. This is the best sex I've had in a long time." His eyes were closed. His statement recharged me. I'd lost my erection. I looked down at his naked body. Bill's erection was slowly shrinking but his precum was pouring out in fast drops. I wanted to reach over and lick his dick clean but I knew better. With this sex act, Bill was calling all the shots. I was just along for the ride. With his eyes closed, Bill began to calm again and it gave me a chance to really appreciate his beautiful hairy body. Finally, after several minutes Bill's eyes opened again and his cock was soft, lying in its nest of hair. He rolled back over to me. "I've never done this before. I've never had sex with a man in my life." His voice was low but filled with passion. "And you still haven't. No one is forcing you to do anything, Bill." He looked at me with desire. With his fingers he stroked my face lightly. "Have you....do you...have you ever?" he sighed, almost a pleading moan. I was not about to let him off the hook. I pinched his nipple and he groaned. "Have I ever what?" Bill swallowed hard and looked away from me nervously. He hesitated so long I thought he wasn't going to ask me his question. "Have you...you...ever...uhmmmm...uh...fucked another man in his ass?" It was as if asking me was exposing his soul, an act more serious than lying naked in bed with another man. Yet I knew he was actually asking a different question than what he voiced. I looked down at his penis. It was hard as a rock, the purple knob leaking his semen into his pube forest. I moved my face closer to his so that my lips almost touched his. "Are you asking me to fuck you in the ass?" Bill's body quivered with emotion and his face jerked forward. I don't know if he intended for his lips to touch mine but once they did he gave me a soft kiss. I kissed back. "Oh, my god, yes," he moaned. "I want you to fuck me, Clive. Please. Please fuck me." He put his arms around me and pulled me to him, pushing his face into my neck. He began to kiss it, to nip it with his teeth and to suck on it gently. He pressed his cock into mine and I felt pressure on my balls as his shaft pressed into them. "I don't know how to do this, Clive," he whispered softly. "Tell me what to do." "I think you're doing a damn good job. Just make love to me." Bill took it from there. His lips began to travel down my chest and he sucked my nipples, biting them gently one by one. I moaned and arched my back. My nipples have always been the way to my dick. He slowly kissed his way down my stomach, licking my navel. Then he was kissing my cock and balls, burying his nose in my pubic hair. He licked my piss slit and pushed his tongue on the tiny opening. I felt him humming in his throat and moaning, loud and strong enough that it created a vibration on the ball he was sucking. Bill was giving me the blow job he wanted. I pulled his head off, surprising him. "This works both ways," I said and turned my body around so we were in a sixty nine position. His throbbing shaft was in my face. I laid my head on his hairy thigh. I kissed his cock, licked his knob clean of precum and began to kiss his balls. Bill did the same to mine. I decided to take this up a notch and see if he would follow. Instead of going back to his cock, I gently raised his leg and moved my tongue down to his taint, kissing it and licking it. I slowly moved my tongue toward his asshole. Bill grunted and opened his legs so I could see it, a pink little pucker surrounded by black hairs. It was moving in and out as he squeezed. I was not disappointed. Bill did the same to me and I was shocked when his tongue probed my asshole. I attacked his little pink pussy with my tongue, probing and shoving to gain entrance. Bill opened his ass cheeks wide, giving me better access. I sucked and tongued his ass. It was too much for him. Bill gave a loud groan and his pucker began to spasm. I knew he was shooting his load. I pushed him on his back and watched the white ropes of cream shoot onto his hairy chest. It has always been a masturbation fantasy of mine to watch another guy blow his load. I couldn't stand it anymore and I quickly knelt over him and shot my spunk over his chest also, mixing my load with his so that his hairy chest and stomach was dotted with semen. Bill's eyes were closed as he experienced his massive orgasm. I was not going to give him a chance to back down. I pushed my cock in his face and shoved it in his lips. He opened wide to swallow it and I face fucked him until he had sucked every extra drop from me. Then I began to lick and eat cum from his chest and stomach, using my fingers to feed him his share. He would suck my finger hard with every swipe I fed him. After I had cleaned him and his cock, I shifted back so I was facing him. "I hope you don't think you're through now," I teased. Bill laughed. "Goddamn. I fucking hope I'm not finished." Good. He was still in the spirit for more. I lay on my back. "Sit on my face so I can eat your pussy." He straddled me with his knees. His hairy ball sack hung on my lips. I pushed his ass up and positioned myself so his man pussy was at my lips. I grabbed his legs and made a rocking motion. He picked it up at once. I wanted him to drag his pussy over my lips, back and forth, back and forth, letting me feast on it. Bill began to rock his ass over my face as I ate him out. Slowly his hole began to open more and more giving me better access. He put his hands against the wall above the headboard to give him stability and started to fuck my tongue with his hole. Already I could feel my erection hard again. I tongue fucked Bill's ass until it was relaxed and easily penetrated by my finger. There's nothing like a new bed partner with fresh sexual games to make a man come over and over again in one night. Bill was wild with sexual passion. I was hoping our walls were thick enough to cover up his crazed moaning and grunting, his occasional loud yelps when I hit the right spot. He was a strong man, muscled and athletic. Sometimes he would be overcome and would squeeze me tight with his legs, pressing like a vise as he sought to satisfy his inner delight with my tongue. I gently pushed him off me and onto his back. I lifted his legs so his feet rested on my shoulder. "Are you ready for my cock in your ass?" I kissed and licked his feet. He moaned what I presumed to be yes as he nodded to me, pushing his ass so he opened his buttocks and splayed his hole for me to see. It was pink and wet from my tongue. The hair around it was glued to his butt cheeks with my saliva. He threw his arms above his head showing me the thick black curls covering his pits. I felt my cock jerk with passion. I tongued his asshole a bit more, opening it wider, then spit on my cock. I pressed it at his hole. Bill pushed his ass toward my dick. This guy really wanted to be fucked. I pushed with him and heard a pop as the head of my dick entered his ass. Bill's hairy legs gripped me as I drove all the way into him. He shuddered as I felt my pubic hair press against his ass. He looked me in the eyes with passion. "You like it?" I asked softly. He nodded his head. "I've never felt anything so goddamned good in my life, Clive. Don't stop." Bill's voice was like gravel. I could see a pink flush across his chest and face. His nipples were as hard as his cock. He was in his own zone. In his eyes I saw something totally new and foreign to us. For twelve years he had been the macho head football coach, temperamental and fiery, talented and a friend. We'd always had a working friendship but had never socialized outside school. Now I was his lover and in his eyes I could see his acceptance of the change. I knew what I saw was not romantic love. It would never be that but from this fuck forward our relationship was forever changed. This intimacy forged a new bond. I fucked his ass as gently as possible at the start and then I pulled all the way out of his pussy and before the hole could close before my eyes, I drove my cock to the hilt in him again. Bill gave a squeal of pain. His strong arms reached up and pulled me down to him so my chest pressed into his. His feet and legs squeezed against my ass as he held my cock in him. He only released his pressure in brief spurts to allow me to withdraw my cock for another plunge. Bill' hands grabbed my face and held my lips against his as he kissed me and our tongues swirled against each other. I could feel his heart beat, strong and fast. It was not going to be long before my football coach had another orgasm. I felt his wetness between our bodies as his phallus shot another load of sperm. Pressed so tight against him, I could feel each throb of his phallic muscle as it spewed his juice. With each of his ejaculation spurts, his ass clinched my cock so tight that it hurt. It was all that was necessary to finish me off and I blew my load into his hot pussy hole. When we'd exhausted our passion I collapsed on him and lay quietly with my face buried in his neck. I could feel the brush of his five o'clock shadow beard against my cheek. After several minutes had passed, Bill rolled over keeping my face in his neck. He cradled me in his arms and legs. He gently kissed my eyes and face over and over again as if he could not get enough of my taste. I clung to him. I loved the smell of soap and cologne on his neck. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke to feel Bill kissing my face and neck. He stopped when he saw my eyes open. "So you're awake now, beautiful," he said softly. "Umm, hmm," I grunted, tired and sore. "You know that was the best sex I've had in my life, don't you?" he asked looking deep into my eyes. His blue eyes had taken on a new sexiness I'd missed or not picked up on before. I realized I was in bed with the man I'd often heard female teachers discuss in the lounge -- his sexy tight ass, his muscular hairy legs, the pumped up chest, handsome face, and, of course, the hidden big crotch package. I'd heard more than one female speak with envy about how lucky Bill's wife was to get fucked by a hunk like him. Now I was in bed naked with him, a position I knew probably none of them had ever achieved. Oh, I knew Bill had a reputation for fucking around on his wife. Hell, I'm sure even she knew it but after twelve years of working with him, I also knew it was more talk than substance. I was savvy enough to have ascertained from my female coworkers that they'd looked, lusted, and never achieved. Maybe Bill fucked around when he was out of town with his team. Maybe with some women in our city but not with the women with whom he worked. It just was not his style to complicate things with an affair with another teacher. At least not a female teacher. Look at me, I thought, I've broken his rule about shitting in his nest. "What're you thinking about?" he asked, looking at me quizzically. "I see your eyes are busy thinking of something else." He looked a bit offended. I put my finger on his lips. "No, I'm thinking of you, of how I never even dreamed of ending up in bed with you and now I'm glad we did. If we never do it again, I'll remember it as long as I live." He kissed my lips. "Please tell me you want to do this again, Clive. It's the best sex I've ever had but I could never do this with anyone else but you." He grinned at me and I saw the mischievous little boy we all knew and adored at school. I laughed. "That's good to know. So your ass is all mine, huh?" He wrapped his hands around my throat and mock choked me. "It's all yours and your ass had better be all mine unless you want me to hurt you." "Now who else would I be screwing around with?" I feigned surprise. He hugged me close to him. "Oh, I don't know. I always wondered about you and Davy Harris in the math department." I was astonished and burst into laughter. The thought of me and Davy kept me in peals of hysterical laughter until Bill finally slapped my ass so hard it really hurt. Bill was laughing with me and we wrestled on the bed. Finally he pinned me down. I still giggled. "What in the ever loving name of god would make you think I've got something going on with Davy? Worse yet, fucking that doof?" I burst into laughter again. It was just too, too funny to me. Davy Harris was a tall blond history teacher, a rather good looking guy, thin and muscular, with whom I had often shared lunch and sometimes sat with in the teacher's lounge. He had a ribald sense of humor, a man who viewed the world and its leaders with a vicious wit, and was a fantastic chess opponent. He'd come to our academy three years earlier after several years in the New York City school system. Three years younger, he was seen as weird by some because he was unmarried and something of a kook. I carefully avoided any discussion that might lead to him raving about the government keeping secrets about aliens from outer space. Davy really believed our planet had been visited by others not of this earth and was sure the government kept it secret to steal alien technology. Davy was a cute guy but I also followed Bill's sentiment -- don't shit where you nest. Had I met Davy in another setting maybe I would have pursued him but never as a coworker. Hell, I'd never thought he was gay. People still have prejudices against men who are unmarried after thirty, assuming they must be gay. However, it's becoming more accepted that since more than half of all marriages end in divorce and financial ruin, a lot of men just aren't willing to wed anymore. Bill was laughing with me. "You're sure Davy Harris has never jumped your bones?" "Never, ever. He's never even made a pass at me." Bill playfully hit me in the nose with his fist. "Maybe you're just a bit dense about picking up signals." "Screw you, Davy Harris has never sent me any motherfucking signals. The most time I've ever spent with him is when we have the same planning period and get together for a chess game." Bill wagged his finger at me knowingly. "Clive, you are so goddamned clueless, dude. Davy Harris is as queer as a three dollar bill and has been after your ass since the day he was hired." I sat up in the bed and looked at him suspiciously. "Oh? And how the fuck would you know, Bill Purefoy? You fuck Davy a lot?" Bill sat up and lit a cigarette. He took a deep puff and exhaled. "Clive, I'm not the only one who knows Davy has got the hots for your ass." "Really?" I was mystified. "Well, I don't know it. Who else thinks this, Sherlock?" "Alvin Carmichael has mentioned it to me a few times. Lucille Myers has joked with me about it before. Even Archie Campbell has noticed it." Hot Buffalo Conference I was in a state of shock. Alvin was a math teacher who also served as Bill's assistant football coach. Lucille was an English teacher who was a nasty bitch. She and I hated each other because of an incident in my second year where I failed her dumb ass son in my chemistry class. The boy was a cheat and a liar, neither skill helpful in conducting chemistry experiments. Archie Campbell was assistant principal of the school and head of the athletic department. Alvin and Archie were good guys, I liked them both, but Lucille was one I wouldn't piss on if she burst into flames in front of me. "This is news to me. I've never been aware of anything from Davy. I think you guys have got it all wrong. This is the kind of shit that gets around and causes two single guys to have to avoid each other forever to avoid confirming a lie." Bill patted my leg and stroked the hairs on it. "I'm guess I'm not surprised you don't know," he said gently. "You're a nice guy, Clive, and I really like you a lot but we all know you are a bit clueless when it comes to people skills." He reached up and pinched my tit. "Now don't get all pissed off and on your high horse! It's not like it's a rumor all over the fucking school. Lucille is a tight assed bitch who just needs to be fucked with a donkey cock about a foot long. She hates you over her little Billy. He had to go to summer school to get a science credit because of you in order to graduate with his class the following year. But the old bitch has got sharp eyes. She told me she's seen Davy following you with his eyes when you're not looking. She says he can barely keep his tongue in mouth when you walk away from him and he's looking at your ass." "That's a goddamned lie!" Bill snickered. "You know, you're even more cute when you're angry. And, no. It's not a lie. Archie and Alvin have noticed the same kind of thing. Alvin even caught Davy craning his neck to look at your dick when you two were pissing in the faculty lounge toilet." I put my head in my hands. "I can't believe it." Bill stroked my neck. "Believe it, it's true. I could expect that old bitch Lucille to catch it. The same goes for Alvin. But we both know Mr. Administrator Archie barely knows what day it is unless his secretary tells him. Bastard went into administration and his brains went down the shitter. What you need to consider is if Archie picked up on it, then others have also, probably even students." I just sat stunned. After the most amazing fuck, I could not have felt more attacked if Bill had beat the shit out of me and left me bleeding on the floor. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked no one in particular. It was a rhetorical question. There was not answer, no real solution. The cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, and I could not get him back inside. Bill lit another cigarette. He lay back against the headboard puffing for a few seconds, thinking about my plight. "The way I see it, you've got one thing in your favor. Everyone probably knows you've never reciprocated Davy's feelings. You just said you've never seen him outside of school. The kids call you 'Space Cadet', you know. They'll all figure you're clueless about Davy's affection for you. If you suddenly stop associating with Davy people will really start to talk. It'll be like you had a lover's spat. You just gotta play your cards close to your vest. Carry on as usual; just reduce your contact with him. And for fuck's sake, don't play chess with him alone in your classrooms during planning periods." I felt sick. "We never have. The chess board's in the faculty lounge." "I'm gonna get you out of lunches with him." I looked at him amazed. Lunch schedules were staggered so that each hall took lunch in separate forty minute shifts. There were three classroom halls in a square building and the fourth hall contained administration and staff offices along with supply storage rooms and the school auditorium. My room was on the Math/Science hall. It was my academic field and there was no changing that. "I'd like to know how you're gonna pull that off. You want me to be careful to not create gossip. Move my lunch schedule from everyone else on my hall and you'll cause a shit storm." Bill puffed his cigarette. "Not so fast, Grasshopper. You're forgetting Davy Harris's degree is in Social Studies and Math. He's only on your hall because in his first year he started out teaching an extra math class during his planning period because Annette Ridge was on maternity leave. By the time she came back that old bastard Roundtree had dropped dead of a heart attack and he left a vacancy in math. She took his classroom instead of her old one because his was nicer. Harris got left on your hall even though he only teaches two Algebra I classes." Bill continued. "Archie's pissed because that old dyke Ruth Hightower insists he give her Davy's Social Studies classroom for the Special Education department. Ruth claims she needs more room. Archie says it's a fucking lie. She's just trying to move that other little bitch in her department to another hall so she doesn't have to fight with her all the time." His information was interesting but I didn't really get too involved in school gossip. "How's this going to help me?" "Arlene Gwyn's doctor has said she can't come back to work in the fall because of a dangerous pregnancy. Archie wants to take Davy's algebra classes away from him and give him three of Arlene's government classes. There's a budget crisis and the school board's not going to let Archie hire a replacement for Arlene. Her department's gonna catch the slack by each taking a class for her during their normal planning period. Pulling Davy out of math will help cover Arlene. No math classes and Davy's not on your hall anymore. Not on your hall and no longer on your lunch schedule. So he can't get his rocks off watching your ass all during lunch." Bill smirked. "So what's the problem? Why doesn't Archie just do it? He doesn't usually give a shit if we like a move or not. What part have you got in this?" I was suddenly suspicious. It sounded like the basic teacher hop scotch scheduling maneuvers administration played every year. Why had Bill said he could make the change happen? "This is where I come in, my man. You see, bitch Lucille also has a certificate to teach Social Studies that she's never had the occasion to use in our school. She's always been satisfied to teach the gifted English student program. But the state test scores have gone to hell and now her gifted program has been cut in half. She wants to create a gifted program in government studies. That way her day will still be spent teaching only the best students in the entire school. Archie's against it, so is Barbara Hayes. Since student test scores have dropped, Barbara's been on shaky ground as social studies department chairperson. She's certain Lucille's out to take over; and if not the whole department, she'll break it up with her gifted student program. So Archie is gonna put Davy in Social Studies full time to keep Lucille out and I'm taking Davy's algebra classes." Bill had not taught regular classes in several years. When I first came to the school he was also a math teacher but when he became head football coach he moved to teaching remedial math with a teaching assistant. To be blunt about it, his assistant taught, he stayed in the athletic department, and he got all the credit for both. "How's that gonna happen? Even Archie's not stupid enough to let you officially be out of a remedial class for the hour to teach algebra. The school would be fucking crucified." "Because test scores have gotten so bad, administration's required to hire a full time remedial math teacher. Last year there were only three remedial math classes a day. The scores indicate the need for double that. The new guy is going to teach five, I'm going to do one plus the two algebra classes." I could see the logic at once. Bill would be on my hall two periods a day and would teach in the remedial math lab during the new teacher's planning period. Since Bill was head football coach, his classes would be the first three in the morning and then he would go to the athletic department. I leaned in to him and kissed his nipple. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. "Now my only problem will be to keep my own eyes off your sexy ass," Bill giggled. I bit his nipple. "I can't believe I didn't know about Davy. You know, a couple of years ago, he and I were scheduled to attend a three day math conference together and it fell through. He had to room with a guy from the middle school." Bill laughed. "I know. He roomed with Levi Grant and I've known Levi since elementary school. He's a super guy and we've always been friends but I've always known his preference for cock over pussy. It isn't common knowledge. I had my suspicions about Davy and when he was placed with Levi I knew that at the very least Levi would suck Davy's dick dry every chance he got." I raised an eyebrow. "You speak from personal experience?" Bill squeezed me to him. "Yeah, it's from personal experience but not with me. I caught him sucking my older brother off when Levi and I were thirteen and my brother Stan was sixteen." Bill snickered. "Shit! That must have been awkward." Bill gave an evil giggle. "It gave me power over Stan. He's the favorite son. Mom and Dad dote on him and he's always held up as the example I should follow. After I caught him getting his knob cleaned by Levi he let up on me with his shit." "And Levi?" "Oh, periodically Levi begged me to let him suck my cock. I was tempted but I wouldn't let him. I was too afraid." "What's Stan doing now? Does he still get serviced by Levi?" Bill giggled again. "Probably. I don't know. Stan's an arrogant prick. I'm sure Levi isn't the only guy that's sucked him. Stan's a sex maniac. He's been divorced twice because he couldn't keep his zipper closed. So he's supporting a kid by each wife plus he's got an illegitimate son by a girl he screwed in high school." "Sounds like a winner. How could your parents think he's so perfect when he got his high school girl friend knocked up?" Bill laughed. "Nah, his girl friend split with him over his getting LaShonda pregnant. It wasn't just that he got another girl pregnant. It was more because LaShonda was black. Stan told me he had always wanted to try brown sugar pussy. Well, he did and got her knocked up. He supports the kid but he never sees her. Stan's a shit father. He supports them but never sees them." "So what's he do?" "Motherfucker's a lawyer. It fits perfectly because he's a goddamned crook and has been his whole fucking life. But Mom and Dad think he's a saint who's just had a few hard knocks in life." I could tell Bill truly did not like his brother Stan. I looked over at the clock. An hour before the conference keynote address. I slid down between Bill's legs and took his cock in my mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Clive! I've never had my cock sucked as good as you do it!" He wrapped his hairy thighs around my head and put his feet on my back before beginning to fuck my face. He fucked my mouth hard and his dick pushed against my throat. Suddenly, his thighs gripped my head in a vise as he began to orgasm. His cum was hot and thick, sweeter than most semen I've tasted. I grabbed his nuts and pulled on them as he shot into my mouth. Bill yelped with pain and made one final thrust into my mouth that forced his cock down my throat. He shuddered as if having a minor seizure and then collapsed. "That was so fucking good, man," he said softly. I slapped his ass hard. "Get on your knees, stud. I'm about to fuck your brains out." Bill got on all fours and presented me with the sexiest site I'd seen in ages, a sexy athletic body and a hairy butt splayed wide open, begging to be fucked. I'd brought some shampoo from the bathroom when I'd pissed in the middle of the night. I reached over, got it from the night stand, and lubed Bill's ass and my penis. I inserted one, two, and then three fingers before opening him up enough to fuck him. Bill was moaning and panting, pressing back against my hand, saying fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, over and over again. I stood beside the bed and leaned into him, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his asshole. I teased his hole, slapping his ass with my cock, slapping his ass with my hands. "Unnnnhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh, fuck my ass, man!" Bill was pushing back against me and I heard a sucking sound as the mushroom head of my dick popped into his pussy. I could see Bill's spine jerking as my cock entered him and his feet pressed against my thighs, holding me tight against him. Bill pushed back hard against me and impaled his pussy on my cock. "YYYeeeessssssss!" he screamed. "Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, fuck my pussy with your big cock, Clive. My hairy pussy needs your hard cock to fuck it good, baby." Bill kept up a litany of sex talk, coaching me on fucking him, begging me to fuck him harder, more, deeper, sexy language I'd never experienced with another sex partner. He turned me on with his vulgar sex talk and my body was flushed and hot. I leaned over his back and kissed his neck. I reached around and grabbed his cock in my hand. Bill groans were like he was crying with emotion, weeping with happiness from being fucked. I couldn't see his face to determine if tears were pouring down his face but his moans made it seem like it. I kept it up, fucking his ass and grasping his cock in my hand. I didn't have to jack his cock for him. Bill was fucking my hand as he rocked back and forth spearing his man pussy with my cock. I leaned forward and grabbed his head by the hair pulling his face back so I could kiss him. Bill's eyes burned with passion. The man was enjoying being fucked more than any other partner I'd ever had. He was almost completely lost in passion, making animal groans and grunts with the rhythm of our fucking. I twisted his head so my lips could cover his. His tongue pushed into my mouth and we tongue fucked to the same pace of my cock and his ass. With my other hand, I stroked his chest, pinched his nipples, explored his body. Bill was strong, allowing my body to press against his as he knelt on all fours. I've no doubt he could have held me up had my full weight been on him. As it was, my standing by the bed and fucking his kneeling body gave me the freedom to touch him all over. Bill began to whimper and pant. He was nearing his orgasm. He fucked my hand hard. With each push through my hand, his foreskin would slide as far back as possible, exposing his entire mushroom head. Bill arched his back, threw his head back as far as he could, and moaned loud as his cock erupted, spurting hot cum on the bed, on my hand, and on him. His ass squeezed my cock as each rope of semen ejaculated from his body. I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed his hips with my hands and drove my dick into, hard and deep. My cum shot into his man pussy. We collapsed onto the bed. Bill had his eyes closed and he seemed be drifting off to sleep again. I rose and knelt by the bed. I rolled him over and pushed his legs high in the air. He grabbed them and held them up, exposing his asshole to me. His penis was flaccid, exhausted and resting in his pubes. I kissed his ass, licked his balls, and made love to his crotch. Then my cum began to slide out of his ass pussy. I put my mouth over his hole and sucked my cum from his ass. I held it in my mouth until I could cover his mouth with mine and share the cum with him. We kissed passionately. Suddenly, I looked at the clock. The keynote address had begun a half hour ago. I held his face in my hands and kissed it gently. "We're late for the keynote address," I whispered. I hated to break the passion of the moment. Bill hugged me close to him and kissed me on the nose. He gave me that adorable boyish grin. "Screw the keynote address. The only key I'm interested in right now has just fucked me in the ass." Bill reached over, grabbed to room phone, and called the front desk. He told them to give us a noon wake up call. Then he turned back to me and enveloped me in his strong arms. He threw a leg over mine. "We'll go to the afternoon sessions," he chuckled. "That is, unless something more important pops up." I took his head in my hands and ran my fingers through his thick curly black hair. I kissed his beautiful face. And this was only the first day of the conference. Wow.