2 comments/ 60392 views/ 8 favorites The Education of Scott By: sack Note: You may wish to review Donna The Dominatrix Parts 1 and 2 in the Nonconsent/Reluctance category to see what happened to Scott previous to this story. After their experience with Donna the Dominatrix, the four administrators were in a complete state of shock. Scott, in particular could barely walk after Donna plunged a huge dildo in and out of his ass, followed by Glen's thick cock. Although there had been a lot of discomfort at first, Scott had one of his best orgasms ever and the memory of how it had been during the good part continued to haunt him. Having Glen blow him in his underwear was even more exciting, and his cock thickened in his trousers as he imagined the hunky older principal licking his excited shaft through the damp cotton of his briefs. One of the first things Scott did after being completely humiliated in his tighty-whities was to start wearing boxers under his pants during the day. Scott had worn white boxer shorts to bed for many years, and enjoyed jacking off in them. But, he had always sported briefs under his dress slacks, which were a bit tight for boxers. It took a little while to get use to his equipment bouncing around while he walked wearing the looser boxers, but the stares he got from people eying his now impressive basket made it all worthwhile. After a week or so, Scott got used to the boxers completely and decided to stick with them to allow the best possible access to his prick in case something happened at work. Scott had fantasized about fooling around with his male co-workers for some time now. Although he was married, his wife rarely put out and their sex life was unsatisfactory at best. Scott was constantly horny and could easily have sex twice a day. If he was very lucky, his wife would let him screw her once a week. That was hardly enough, leaving the hapless administrator with a major league hard-on each and every day. As he walked the narrow hallway toward the music department, Scott thought he heard a moan coming from one of the practice rooms. They were soundproofed so well, most of the time he could barely hear even a loud drum being beat to oblivion. There was something about this moan that sounded almost sexual. Scott's dick twitched in his boxers as he imagined what could be going on after school in the remote modular wing. The practice room was next to an even larger area that was used by the chorus. One wall featured what looked like a window, but was really a one-way mirror since the room was also used for psychological testing. Someone standing in the chorus area could look into the practice room without being detected as long as they were quiet. Scott decided to go into the empty chorus room and use the mirror to see what was going on. The overhead light was on in the practice room, so the curious administrator could view everything quite clearly. Scott's eyes practically popped out of his head and his jaw dropped as he took in the sexy scene before him. Standing next to a large drum was Tom Kellogg, the handsome 24 year old band director. His pants were clumped around his ankles, and a thick cut cock jutted from the fly of his blue plaid boxers. On his knees in front of him was Ben Thunem, a part time janitor that had just turned 20. He was sucking Tom's cock like a madman, deep throating him with such skill the band director let out stentorian grunts that could have been heard for a city block. Scott's prick gave such a lurch in his boxers it punched out of the fly under his pants. Carefully lowering his zipper, he manipulated his rock hard member out into the open and jacked off exquisitely slowly. Ben was now concentrating on the glorious mushroom head of Tom's seven incher, licking the side all the way around and then reversing the direction. Tom's eyes were tightly shut and he appeared to be in extreme ecstasy as the young janitor played one hell of a skin flute. Scott's hand increased the speed of his jacking, fantasizing about what it would be like to have Ben's lips and tongue around his cock. Just when the principal was about to lose a massive load, Tom gently pushed Ben's head away from his cock. Scott held back as the confused janitor was motioned over to a small keyboard and told to bend over it. Tom then reached around and undid Ben's jeans, quickly pushing them to the floor. The janitor's checkered boxers followed, revealing an absolutely smooth butt. Scott's hands flew over his excited prick, knowing full well the band director was going to split Ben's ass. Reaching for a small bottle of lube, Tom coated his cock with the gooey stuff, then inserted a couple of fingers up Ben's behind. The young janitor cooed like a baby as Tom frigged him expertly with two, three, and then four fingers. When he could stand the suspense no longer, Tom aimed his hard wang toward the gaping asterisk. He gave one quick push and Ben let out a groan that was so high pitched a bat could have heard it. Scott pounded his prick mercilessly as Tom and Ken established a definite rhythm. The band director thrust forth as far as he could go, then drew back with agonizing slowness. With each thrust Ben wailed and howled at full volume, then sighed in complete contentment as Tom slowly pulled out of him, gently massaging his prostate. Scott was just about to lose The Load of Loads, when all of a sudden, he had a diabolical idea. Putting his excited member back in his boxers, he zipped up and took the key out to the practice room. Making his way around to the single wooden door, he quickly put the key in the lock and slowly turned the brass doorknob. The door opened out into the hallway, revealing the incredible scene within. Tom's eyes were tightly shut as he came a good nine spurts into Ben's reddened butt. The janitor in turn bellowed into oblivion as he shot seed everywhere, on the floor, piano, drums, and his lowered jeans. "What the hell is going on in here!" Scott pretended to look mad as the surprised band director quickly took his prick out of Ben's butt and scrambled into his pants. The janitor could barely stand as he jumped back into his boxers and jeans. "Oh- I get it!" Scott grimaced sarcastically. You know you could lose your jobs for this!" "Please...don't tell anybody!" Tom was finally able to speak. "We won't do it again, we promise." "Yeah", Ben nodded sheepishly, "It kind of just happened." "Just happened, huh?" Scott stared daggers at him. "This will need to go to the Superintendent!" "N-Noo!" Tom wailed. "There must be something we could do to make this up to you. We'll do anything!" "Yeah, anything!" Ben nodded. "Anything, huh?" Scott glared triumphantly at the two men. "OK, meet me in the chorus room tomorrow at 5 o'clock. No one will be around, and we can discuss it then." "Thanks!" Tom grinned. "We'll be there!" "Good!" Scott nodded, "Now, carry on gentlemen." He managed a wry grin as he closed the door. ****************************************** The next day was torture for Scott as he walked around with a firm stiffy all day thinking of what he was going to have Tom and Ben do to him. A double blow job sounded good, then he would ravish Ben's smooth butt. It seemed to take forever for 5 o'clock to arrive, but finally Scott ran out to the chorus room just as the office clock started chiming five. When he arrived. Tom and Ben were standing around sipping coffee, looking very anxious. "Good evening gentlemen," Scott said with mock formality. "I've decided you can keep your jobs, if you do whatever I say." "S-sure," Tom replied a little nervously. "What do you want us to do first?" "Undress me to my shorts!" Scott knew it was risky, but figured he could quickly throw on his pants and shirt if Marco, the night janitor arrived a bit early. "Uh...Yeah." Ben came over and slowly removed Scott's black shoes and dress socks, as Tom unbuttoned his white shirt. Scott wore no t-shirt, and his sparsely hairy chest came into full view much to the delight of the two men. Then, Tom unbuckled Scott's belt and let his pants drop to his ankles. By this time, the administrator's cock had swelled to its full eight inch length and pushed the right leg of his white boxer shorts out obscenely. "Now take my cock and balls out of my shorts and suck me off. Tom can do my prick and Ben can lick my balls." "But I never....." Tom was at a loss for words. "There's always a first time for everything, now SUCK MY COCK!" Tom tentatively reached into Scott's boxers and hauled out his impressive dick and ample meatballs. He formed an "O" with his lips and let part of the head of Scott's cock slip into his mouth. Scott let out a loud grunt and closed his eyes as the band director gradually sucked more and more of his prick with greater confidence. At the same time, Ben got right next to Tom, pushing his head away from time to time and licking every square inch of Scott's sensitive balls. The principal started to moan so loudly he couldn't help himself. Never in his young life had he ever experienced anything this intense. He almost passed out at one point when Tom thrusted about 6 inches of hard cock into his mouth with one gulp. Scott felt his balls boiling, yet knew this was just a prelude to the main event. He reluctantly pushed Tom and Ben away from his crotch, who looked at him incredulously. "What's the matter?" Tom stared at Scott like he had two heads. "Weren't we good enough?" "You were great," Scott smiled "I just don't want to cum that way." As if on cue, Ben stood up and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles. He bent over the spinet piano in the front of the room and wiggled his cute baby bottom in Scott's direction. "Take my butt, Scott! I've fantasized about this for months." Scott didn't need any further urging. He positioned his cock between Ben's buttcheeks and gentle pushed his spit coated member forward. Ben let out an unearthly sound that resembled a half moan, half howl. "Split me in two!" "Do it!!" The young janitor was practically delerious at this point. The veins in Scott's neck stuck out as he worked Ben's tight butt and felt nothing but pleasure. Tom was getting equally worked up watching the hot scene. He kicked off his shoes and quickly slipped out of his pants. A very respectable 7 inch fat cock poked out of his red plaid boxer shorts like a spear. Walking over to Scott, he pulled his white boxers down a bit in back and quickly shoved his rock hard dick into the tight hole that greeted him. "What the fuck!" Scott experienced a rush of pain as he suddenly realized what was happening. "Oh my God, Tom, I can't take it!" "Sure you can!" Tom reassured him. "Just relax!" Scott continued to fuck the grunting and groaning janitor with deep strokes. Everytime he pulled back out of Ben's butt, he helped Tom screw him. The three men were pretty much in la-la land as they reached the point of no return. "This is it guys," Scott grunted as the sweat poured from his face. "I'm going to blow!" "Me too! Tom squealed. "HERE IT COMES!" Scott could feel Tom exploding in his behind as he emptied a huge load into Ben's butt. The janitor, in turn started squirting cum everywhere, in nine full squirts. "GGGOOOOODDDDDDD!" Ben wailed hoarsely. "FFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!" Scott screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tom spasmed uncontrollably. Finally, the high voltage fucking was over. Scott's still hard dick made a plopping sound and he pulled it out of Ben's butt. Tom, in turn, took his shrinking cock out of Scott's ass and hoisted up his dress slacks. In turn, Scott and Ben awkwardly dressed in complete silence. Finally, the principal addressed his subordinates. "Gentlemen, your jobs are safe. But one word of this to anybody, and you will be out in the street, I can promise you that!" "Don't worry!" Tom nodded. "We won't tell a soul." The three men walked to their cars silently, each not fully believing what had just happened. Scott was the most confused by the whole encounter. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would enjoy man to man sex this much. But Scott had no idea what was in store for him the next day, when a once-in-a -lifetime opportunity presented itself! to be continued... The Education of Scott: Seducing Rick After his unexpected encounter with Ben and Tom, Scott was anxious to have more sexual experiences with them both. Unfortunately, Ben was transferred to a different building, so Scott only saw him occasionally, if at all. However, Tom was definitely still available and the two men rapidly became good jack-off and suck buddies, sometimes having sexual encounters three times a day. Scott became an expert at cocksucking, whereas Tom preferred jacking the principal off until he begged him to stop. Both men were very attracted to the choir director, Rick Rubbleman. Sure, Rick was married but he clearly hadn't been getting any sex lately. His wife had some complications with her latest pregancy and needed to be hospitalized under complete bedrest. It had been 12 weeks since she had been home and Rick was clearly one horny dude. The bulge in the loose slacks he wore was clearly prominent and it was obvious he either wore boxer shorts or no underwear at all. Scott and Tom constantly tried to hatch up schemes to seduce the gorgeous 22 year old hunk. Finally, they had the plan of a lifetime. Rick's birthday was coming up, and they would make him an offer he couldn't refuse. Scott sent Rick an official sounding note to meet him in his office after school, arranging for Tom to be sitting in. At exactly 4 P.M., there was a timid knock on his door. Scott and Tom smiled at each other, rubbing their hands in anticipation of their brilliant plan. "Come in!" Scott tried to sound authoritarian. The door slowly opened and Rick entered, visibly nervous. He seemed surprised to see Tom sitting next to the principal, with the same stiff serious expression. "Is-s-s- everything OK?" Rick was already starting to sweat. "Well, not exactly," Scott replied in mock seriousness. "We know you are going through a hard time with your wife in the hospital, but you can't walk around with a constant boner all day, the staff and students are starting to complain about it!" "W-w-wh-a-t-t-t?" Rick stammered in complete disbelief. "That's right, I've had three complaints about your bulging pants already, two from students no less." "I-I-I- didn't know....I-I-I...." Rick was really faltering now. "We're men too." Tom reassured him. "And we have a solution to your problem." "A s-so-l-l-ut-i-o-n?" All the color was draining from Rick's face. "That's right, if your wife won't take care of you, we'll have to do it for you. Every day until she's out of the hospital I want you to report to the projection room at 6 in the morning. Nobody will be around and Tom and I will take of your every need. Since tomorrow is your birthday, we'll give you your very first present." Tom started to hyperventilate. "B-b-b-u-ut-t-t- I can't....I never....." "There's a first time for everything Rick," Scott grinned. "I'll see you at 6 AM promply tomorrow morning. You'll need to strip down to your underwear, so wear clean boxers." Tom chuckled as Rick looked like he was going to faint. "I-I-I-I-never...." Rick was babbling and his hands started to shake. "You'll do fine!" Scott slapped him on the back and gave him a great big bear hug. "Now get a good night's sleep because you'll have to get up very early tomorrow morning." The three men left the office together, with Rick shaking his head and muttering under his breath. As they were walking to their cars, Tom stayed near Scott and they both watched Rick get in his tan Mazda like a dejected 8 year old schoolboy. It was all they could do not to burst out laughing. "He's going to be there at 6 A.M. tommorow on the dot, watch!" Scott winked at Tom, who nodded in reply. "Yeah, he's hungry for sex...starving!" Tom got into his car and waved goodbye to Scott, dreaming pleasant daydreams about the different ways he was going to masturbate Rick the next day. Scott in turn, started to drive away, imagining Rick's cock deep in his mouth. It was going to be a long night... The next morning, Tom and Scott got to the projection room at 5:30, wanting to be there well before Rick and to talk the night janitor into leaving a bit early. No one would be at the school until 7 o'clock, leaving them a good hour to carry out their brainchild. Both men rubbed each others' crotches until their cocks poked out obscenely. At exactly 6 A.M., there was an extremely soft knock on the door. "Come in." Scott ordered in a mock authoritarian tone. Rick entered the room head bowed, looking like a 5th grader who was about to lose recess for a week. He was dressed casually, with a pull over jersey and tan khakis. Both Tom and Scott were very impressed with the hunky 6 foot man's imposing looks. Their dicks surged in their pants, begging for release. "G-g-uys, I really appreciate what you are trying to do, but I can't go through with it." Rick stood his ground, keeping one hand on the side of the door. "CAN'T GO THROUGH WITH IT???" Scott was suddenly loud and threatening. "Do you want me to make those complaints about you public?" Rick's jaw dropped. "Y-y-ou mean y-y-you'd...." "That's right Rick, public hearing, everything, and your name in the paper." "B-b-b-u-u-t-t- I can't.....I never...." Rick looked like he was about to cry. "Don't worry Rick, we'll show you how it's done. Now sit on the sofa and just watch." Rick reluctantly followed Scott's orders. As if on cue, Tom came over to Scott with his huge basket very prominent. Rick's eyes practically popped out of his head as Scott bent down and took off Tom's dress shoes and black socks. He then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt and let it fall onto the floor. Tom was wearing a stark white wife beater which showed off his curly black chest hair to good advantage. Rick took in a sharp intake of breath as Scott skillfully unbuckled Tom's dress slacks. They fell to the floor in a heap and Tom stepped out of them, naked save for his beater and a pair of green plaid boxer shorts. Scott deftly pushed the band director's fat cock toward the slit in his boxers. It bounced out as Rick gasped. He had never seen another man's dick hard and Tom's was as stiff as a cement block. Scott started out slowly, swirling his tongue around Tom's peterhead as the band director moaned softly. Then he took inch after sweet inch of Tom's tasty cock down his mouth, eventually deep throating him like a madman. Tom's moans became louder and louder, and the ecstatic look on his face was not unnoticed by Rick. He knew in a matter of moments Scott's lips would be exploring his own hard dick and his member was so stiff it was about to rip a hole in his boxers. Scott played Tom's skin flute for a good two minutes until he begged him to stop. Letting Tom's prick slowly out of his mouth, Scott stood up in anticipation of what his best buddy was going to do to him. Tom bent down and reverently removed Scott's shoes and socks. Then he unbuttoned his white dress shirt and threw it on the sofa. Scott wore no t-shirt and his golden brown chest hair gleamed with sweat. Tom greedily unbuckled Scott's belt and let his black dress slacks fall to his ankles, revealing white boxer shorts that resembled a small pup tent. He eagerly worked Scott's hard 8 incher out of the boxer fly and vigorously began jacking it. Scott grunted loudly and closed his eyes. Tom's fingers flew over Scott's dick, bending his member in many different directions to heighten the sensations. The very aroused principal started to howl with lust as Rick's cement hard dick leaked precum into his boxers. After about 3 minutes of frantic jacking, Scott reluctantly pushed Tom's hands away from his throbbing member. "I think it's time to take care of the guest of honor." Rick's voice suddenly got very high and he sounded like a frightened teen age girl. "I can't do it, I can't do it!" Scott knew he and Tom had to act fast. As Rick scrambled off the sofa and backed up toward the door, Tom quickly got in back of him to stop his progress. At the same time, Scott advanced on the hapless choral director quickly and grabbed him by the belt. As Tom held Rick against the wall, arms flailing, Scott quickly unbuckled Rick's belt and pulled down his khakis. "NOT MY FUCKING PANTS! PLEASE!!" Rick wailed in desperation but it was two against one. With his pants around his ankles, Scott deftly removed Rick's dress shoes and black socks as Tom yanked his jersey and plain white t-shirt over his head at the same time. In a matter of seconds Rick was naked except for a very tented pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts. Scott and Tom managed to drag Rick back to the sofa and pushed him down to a sitting position. Scott got on his knees and pushed Rick's wang toward the gaping boxer slit. It bounced out as Rick grunted loudly, a nice 7 incher with a deep purple head. Not wasting any time, Scott took a good 4 inches of Rick's tool down his mouth in one gulp. The choral director let out a stentorian shriek which could have been heard for a city block. As Scott explored every square inch of his cock with his expert tongue, the sensations became overwhelming for Rick. He hadn't been blown in 4 months and certainly not like this. He spontaneously began thrashing the sofa with his arm in rhythm with each one of Scott's downstrokes on his tender prick. After a couple of minutes of extreme bliss for Rick, Scott let his hard cock out of his mouth and Tom immediately squirted some lube all over the choral director's stiffy. He then masturbated the object of his desire exquisitely slowly as Rick cooed like a baby. "Awwww Tom, that feels so good, awwwww shhhhiiitttt!" Rick had his eyes tightly closed but opened them as Tom became more adventurous, bending his cock at odd angles in a roughly circular shape. "That's hot Tom, do "Around The World." Scott and his best buddy had become well versed in the many different ways to jerk off and were anxious to try some fun techniques on Rick. Tom went "around the world" several times like a chinese water torture, going in wider and wider circles until he sensed that Rick's balls tightening. He then changed to "Earthquake" jiggling Rick's cock in his well lubed hands rapidly to stimulate an earthquake. "HOLY FUCK!!" Rick screamed in abandon. Tom was jerking him way better then he could wank himself. Goaded on by Rick's moans and groans, Tom increased the "earthquake" by one notch of the Richter Scale as Scott stared hungrily at Rick's ample ball sacks spilling out of his boxers. Wedging his head right below Tom's rapidly shaking hand, Scott stuck his tongue out and bathed the tender ball sacs. Rick's screams became higher pitched and more frantic. "GGGGGOOODDD! I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT I'M GOING TO BLOW! THIS IS IT!" Rick let out an unearthly bellow as his cock started to spurt cum everywhere. At the same time Tom's dick started to blow, and he aimed his cum volleys at Rick's face. Scott stood up as he felt his own impending orgasm, letting his cock rest on Rick's chest. "FUCKING BITCH! HERE IT COMES!" Scott grunted up a storm as he jettisoned 8 blasts of cum onto Rick's midsection. At the same time Tom screamed as he came a good 6 full spurts onto Rick's face. As for Rick, he erupted 10 times, shooting his cum 8 feet away in tremendous volleys. In a matter of seconds, all three men collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily and completely spent. Rick was the first one to talk as he continued to gasp in post orgasmic bliss. "That was fuckin' incredible! You guys are crazy!" Scott looked at Rick and chuckled. Copious cum steaked down his face and there were gobs all over his chest and legs. "Guess you liked it after all...so it will be tomorrow at the same time then?" Scott winked at Rick who was too tired to move. He eventually managed a small nod, wondering what the duo had in store for him the next day...! Note: If you liked this story, there are two other installments of The Education of Scott series in the Gay Male category. Feel free to vote and comment, and suggest ideas for future adventures of Scott and his friends. The Education of Scott: Trilogy After Scott's intense three way with Tom and Ben, he walked around with a constant erection which could barely be contained by his khakis and boxers. Memorial Day weekend had been particularly rough for him, as his wife was out of town visiting her relatives and wouldn't be back until Wednesday. When he reported to school on Tuesday morning, Scott was more than ready for some hot action! As it worked out, an unexpected opportunity presented itself almost immediately. Kevin Mooney, the very handsome 22 year old gym instructor had forgotten to pickup his paycheck on Friday and Scott decided to deliver it to him in person. As he walked to Kevin's narrow office in the back of the gymnasium, soft moans could be heard coming from inside. Scott's cock lurched in his pants at the thought of what Kevin might be doing all by himself early in the morning, before his students came in. Fortunately, the door was only partially closed, so Scott was slowly able to push it in, until he had a perfect view of the mouth watering sight greeting him. There was Kevin slouched on a bench, leaning backwards against a locker. His sweat pants were down around his ankles, and a very stiff cut dick and heavy balls protruded from striped boxer shorts. Kevin's eyes were tightly shut, and his right hand flew over his well lubed cock. The principal's prick went nuts in his own boxers, as he jacked off every day in the same way, with his cock and balls spilling out of his shorts. Scott watched Kevin masturbate for a good minute before deciding to surprise the devil out of him. "Good morning!" Scott grinned as the horrified gym instructor opened his eyes. "Jesus!!" Kevin got up and tried to pull his sweat pants back on. But Scott was too quick for him, and stepped on the black fabric which had bunched on the floor. "No need to stop Kevin, I was just going to join you!" With that Scott unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. His impressive prick and cute balls immediately spread the wide fly slit of his white boxer shorts. Scott grabbed the bottle of lube that was on Kevin's desk and coated his thick member until the sensations were too much for him. Then he slowly jacked off, to the surprise of the lanky gym teacher, whose eyes were still popping out. "I can't believe you are going to do this with me." Kevin started jacking himself again, a little slower than Scott's frantic pace. "Why not, guys should do this together more often, right?" "Well, yeah..but," Kevin hesitated. "You're the principal!" "And we have 5 minutes before the bell rings, let's make the most of it!" The two men watched each other jack off for a good minute before Scott had an idea. "Let's switch dicks." "Uhhh sure, I guess." Kevin slowly wrapped his hand around Scott's impressive prick and jacked the head vigorously. Scott let out a loud moan and in return, stroked Kevin's dick backwards, squeezing his cockhead on each upstroke. "Oh, man!" Kevin muttered. "I'm almost there!" "So am I!" Scott croaked "Let's cum together!" "YESSSSSS!! This is it! ARGGGGGHHH!" Kevin's prick started spewing cum everywhere, as his intense orgasm set Scott off. "SWEET JESUS!! THAR SHE BLOWS!!!" Scott's cock squirted with such force he let out a loud bellow which could be heard for a city block. The two men grunted and groaned as their collective equipment shot off 15 creamy spurts. When their dicks were finally drained, Kevin lay in Scott's arms in an ecstatic afterglow. Just at that moment, the late bell rang. "Shit! Gotta go!" Scott hastily tucked his equipment back in his boxers and pulled up his dress pants. "See you tomorrow, same time, same place!" Kevin was so spent all he could do was wink at the horny principal in return. Then, he pulled his sweats back up and reluctanly prepared for his first class, wiping up 15 blobs of cum in the process! **************************************** Jerking off with Kevin had been great, but Scott was still horny by noon. He had promised he would help carry some new equipment to the photography room on the third floor. As Scott hustled to meet Mark Moriarity, the Photography teacher, he wondered if his new intern would be starting today. Mark was only 23 and had just joined the faculty. His intern, David Koots, was supposedly in his third year of college. By the time he had reached the remote photography center, Scott was sweating like a bull. The room was always beastly hot and today it must have been 95 degrees! Scott was a bit surprised that nobody was around, as he was a bit late. Just at that moment, Mark and David emerged from the nearby darkroom. The 20 year old intern was drop dead gorgeous, with short black hair and wire frame glasses. He was easily six foot four inches tall and had washboard abs to die for. "Hi Scott," Mark smiled and looked over at David. "This is David Koots, my new intern!" "Nice to meet you." Scott shook David's hand vigorously. "Welcome aboard!" "T-thanks." David responded nervously. He was extremely shy, and still a virgin. Mark showed the other two men what equipment needed to be moved, and for a while they worked together in silence. Then, Scott decided it was time to make his move. "It's hotter than hell in here, I'm going to get more comfortable!" With that, Scott kicked off his shoes and quickly removed his jacket and shirt. Then he opened his pants and stepped out of them. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" David was incredulous. "I told, you, I'm getting comfortable!" At that point Scott was naked except for his white boxer shorts, which were obscenely tented with his endowment. "Aren't you going to join me Mark?" Scott gestured to the photography teacher, who couldn't keep his eyes off the hunky principal. "Uhhh..sure." Mark awkwardly unbuttoned his shirt, and lowered his pleated pants. He wore a sleeveless undershirt and red plaid boxer shorts. "I can't fucking believe you guys are doing this!" David was turning beet red, trying not to look at the two men in their underwear. "Why aren't you stripping?" Scott glared sternly at David. "Are you wearing pink panties today?" "N-n-n-ooo," David turned seven shades of crimson. "It's just that..." "Oh, I see..." Scott nodded. "Seems like you have a little problem here!" The principal placed the palm of his hand over the jutting bulge in David's slacks. Almost instantaneously, the virginal intern let out a loud moan. "Oh, excuse me," Scott corrected himself. "I mean a BIG problem." He continued to manipulate the swelling bulge, delighting in the feel of David's turgid cock insistently pressing against his khakis. "Mark, take care of his shirt, I'll lower his pants." Scott gave a wicked grin to the photography teacher, who winked back. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" David tried to hold up his hands, but that just made Mark's job easier. He quickly lifted the intern's jersey over his head as Scott removed his loafers and hastily lowered his dress pants. David wore a crew neck t-shirt and baby blue boxer shorts. Scott expertly manipulated his thin 9 inch cock out of the boxer fly and slowly started to jack it. "MY FUCKING GOD!" David screamed what are you doing?" "Just relax!" Scott smiled at him. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" With that Scott opened his mouth and took in David's mushroom prickhead in one gulp. The intern let out such a loud groan Mark thought he had been hurt. He quickly realized the handsome intern was getting his very first blowjob. He got on his knees as well, watching Scott gradually deep throat David's cock until he could easily take in 6 inches in one gulp. David was grunting and screaming in complete abandon, trying to hold back a massive load. Scott gestured to Mark at one point, who gladly sucked on David's balls like a madman, sticking his tongue back as far as it would go. David started to screech in complete ecstasy, as the two men alternated sucking his stiff bone and sensitive balls. Then suddenly, as Scott thrust a good eight inches of the intern's prick into his mouth, David lost his load. "FUCKING BITCH!!!" David started squirting cum in Scott's mouth with such force it dribbled down the principal's cheeks and neck. Scott swallowed what he could, then spit out enough cum to fill a small bowl. David had spasmed seven times, and was completely spent. He collapsed on the floor, panting as his sweat dripped onto the new rug. "Pretty good welcome, huh?" Scott had cum all over the place as well, though not as heavily as the young intern. David could barely talk. "Y-y-y-eah...I can't believe what just happened!" "Believe it man!" Mark grinned. "Just wait until tomorrow!" "T-t-t-t-omorrow?" David's eyes practically popped out of his head. "Yeah, tomorrow," Scott was now fully dressed and turned to leave. "Carry on, gentlemen!" David's jaw lowered as the principal closed the door. He was too confused to process anything yet, only that he had just gotten the tube job of a lifetime.... ********************************************** Scott was sexually satisfied for a few hours after giving David his first blowjob, but around dismissal time felt the familiar twinge in his loins. His last meeting of the day was going to be a difficult one. Mark Thunem, the 19 year old senior class thug, had tried to destroy the final project of two 18 year old Eagle Scouts, Earl Reid and Matt Jonessy. They had built some new choral risers which were stacked against the wall in the chorus room. Mark tried to stuff some newspapers soaked with lighter fluid around the risers and actually started a small fire at one point. Fortunately, a student walking in the hallway noticed the smoke right away and the new risers only sustained very minor damage. Scott decided to meet with all three men in his office after the rest of the staff had left. Earl and Matt were extremely geeky, although quite handsome in their own way. Earl was a big man, having short blond hair and well developed pecs. Matt was the proverbial 90 pound weakling, and as he walked his baggy jeans could barely cling to his small frame. Mark looked like the typical gangsta senior class boy....covered with piercings and tattoos, with pants that sagged so low 6 inches of his striped boxers stuck out. Scott decided not to expel Mark, even though that was a definite option. The skater dude had the tightest butt Scott had ever seen, and he was determined to explore every nook and cranny of it before the day was up! Earl and Matt were a bit scared to be in the same room as Mark, but Scott finally talked everyone into meeting in his office. As the three men entered the room, no one talked or looked at each other. Scott was the first to speak, and his stentorian voice echoed in the spacious room. "Mark, you are very lucky that fire didn't spread. I could have arranged for you to miss graduation, awards night, and the senior prom. You aren't even going to be expelled!" "I'm not?" Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Of course, you have to make this up to Earl and Matt," Scott continued in mock seriousness. "So, one of the first things you need to do is strip to your underwear." Mark looked like he was going to be sick as Earl and Matt grinned. "W-w-w-hat are you going to do to me?" The gangsta boy was trembling inside, but he tried not to show it. "You'll find out," Scott glowered. "Now strip!" With shaking hands, Mark took off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He then turned away from Scott and let his very baggy pants fall in a heap at his ankles. Stepping out of his white socks, Mark kicked his trousers away. He had a lion tattoo on his chest, nipple piercings, and was clad in nothing save for a pair of red and white striped boxer shorts. "Ok, now Earl and Matt need to strip to their underwear as well!" The two eagle scouts were totally shocked. They hesitated, as Earl finally got enough courage to speak. "But, Mr. Morrison, we didn't do anything. We shouldn't have to strip down!" Scott was adamant. "Don't worry, I think you'll understand what is going to happen very shortly. Now, all I want to see are shorts and t-shirts." The two eagle scouts were quite shy and took a long time removing their uniforms. Earl wore a v-neck white t-shirt and blue plaid boxers, while Matt sported a crew neck t-shirt and green plaid trim boxers with cute little slits in the side. "Ok, I think we are ready," Scott smiled in anticipatory glee. "Mark, have you ever given another guy a blow job?" "W-w-w-hhhattt?" Mark couldn't believe what Mr. Morrison had just said. "N-n-n-oooo, I don't know how..I can't do that!" "You can, and you will, or I will see to it you will not graduate!" "Oh, come on!!" Mark was feeling trapped. "I have to fuckin' graduate...my old man promised me a car!" "Aw too bad!" Scott just stared harshly at him. Now I want to get on your knees and take turns sucking Earl and Matt's cocks until they cum in your mouth." "Fuck you!" Mark tried to run out of the room, but Scott quickly stopped him. Realizing it was futile to fight, Mark decided to just quickly get it over with. He got on his knees in front of Earl, who was practically hyperventilating at this point. The big man's eyes popped as Mark reached into his boxers and pulled out a fat seven inch cut cock. He tentatively licked the head with his tongue, then opened his mouth and swallowed Earl's cockhead in one gulp. Earl let out a loud moan, then started bucking his hips to try to get more of his prickslab in Mark's mouth. Gradually, the thoroughly humiliated skater boy got about 4 inches of Earl's hard-on his mouth and started deep throating him, hoping he would cum right away. Scott realized what Mark was doing, and quickly guided his head to Matt's basket. Mark sucked Matt's bone through the material of his trim boxers, then reached into the fly and hauled his 6 inch prick and small balls into the open. Matt squealed like a girl as Mark easily got most of his relatively small boner into his mouth. Scott let Mark deep throat Matt for a good minute before easing his mouth off the eagle scout's cock. The very aroused principal by that time was naked except for his white boxers, which tented with his massive erection. "Pretty good cocksucking Mark, now it's time for you to be cornholed." Scott grinned at the hapless gangsta skater dude in his most evil way. "C-c-c-ornholed??" Mark was totally shocked. "But I never did that, I can't do it!" He was practically crying as he looked up at Scott pleading for mercy. "Don't worry, you won't be able to walk for a while, but you'll survive!" "NOooooooo.....Please, I can't do that!!" Mark tried to run out of the room, but Earl and Matt blocked his exit. Scott, in turn bent Mark over his desk and quickly removed his boxer shorts. Mark's butt was sparsely hairy and looked as tight as a drum. Scott inserted a couple of fingers into Mark's behind and frigged him slowly. The gangsta boy let out a loud moan which was a mixture of pleasure and pain. "THAT HURTS! THAT FUCKIN' BURNS!" Scott laughed. "It's just a fucking finger or two Mark, just wait until I get all 8 inches up there!" "EIGHT INCHES! THAT'S GOING TO SPLIT ME IN TWO!!" Mark was bellowing louder and louder, but it wasn't doing any good. "That's the idea, man!" Scott chuckled again and put the head of his engorged shaft against the gaping entrance to Mark's butt. Then, he shoved forward suddenly, burying about 3 inches of stiff cock up Mark's bunghole. "FFFUUCCKK!!! I CAN'T TAKE ITT" Mark screamed as Scott continued the relentless onslaught on his tender behind. The sex crazed principal felt an electric shock travel throughout his body as inch after inch of his hard cock disappeared into Mark's butt. After 2 minutes of sweating and grunting, Scott was in Mark so deeply the skater dude could feel the material of his boxer shorts pressing against his ass. At that point, Scott withdrew for the first time, causing Mark to sigh contentedly. Then he thrust forward nearly to the hilt, delighting in all the noise Mark was making. "FUCCKINGGG BIITTCHH!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! TAKE IT OUT!! I CAN'T FUCKKING DO IT!!!!" Earl and Matt were so excited watching Mr. Morrison take Mark's cherry butt their own dicks once more swelled to full hardness. Earl spontaneously stuck his stiff dick into the fly of Matt's boxers, and delighted in the feel of his friend's erection entering his own underpants. The two eagle scouts started to thrust their dicks in and out of each others' boxers, groaning and moaning as their sensitive cocks mashed against each other inside the constricting fabric. Scott, in the meantime was having a very hard time holding back. Mark's butt was even tighter than Ben's and the sensations he was experiencing as he took the skater boy's cherry butt were unbelievable. After a particularly deep thrust Scott knew he was at the point of no return. "I'm there, I'm going to POP!" "FFFFUUCCCCKKK" Mark screamed loud enough to wake the dead as Scott exploded in his behind. At the same time, Earl and Matt went over the brink, squirting in each others' boxers until they were soaked with cum. Scott came a good nine full spurts before finally pulling his cock out of Mark's ass with a loud plop. The skater dude had cum a bucket as well, all over Scott's desk and discipline folders. The four men were so fucked out it was a while before anyone spoke. Finally, Scott managed to clear his throat and managed a muffled croak. "You can graduate with the rest of the class Mark. I'll pretend nothing happened." With that, he took Mark's cum stained discipline folder and threw it in the garbage. "AWWWW SHHITTT! I CAN'T MOVE! MY BUTT FEELS LIKE IT'S ON FIRE!" "Cut the crap, Mark!" Scott was getting his wind back. "We all know you flunked out of Drama Club!" Earl and Matt laughed as they got dressed, enjoying the sight of the lowly skater dude Mark covered with cum and sobbing softly. It had been a day to remember, especially for Scott who now was thoroughly comfortable with man-to-man sex. But...could tomorrow top today's sexcapades? to be continued...