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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski/Genim_Stilinski/
      Styiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Genim_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Genim_Stilinski_-_Character, Styiles
      Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, teacher!Derek, Student!Stiles, Foursome
      -_M/M/M/M, Triplets!Stiles, Sibling_Incest, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Blow
      Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Fingerfucking, Finger_Sucking, Anal_Sex, Multiple
      Orgasms, 69_(Sex_Position), Dirty_Talk, cum_swapping, bottom!Derek,
      Barebacking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-23 Words: 7047
****** Tangled Up With Triplets ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     The Stilinski Trio take it upon themselves to get their English
     teacher, Mr. Hale, to raise their grades so that they can continue to
     play on the high school lacrosse team. Their methods of persuasion
     prove effective against their teacher.
Notes
     I was inspired by the fic, "All Good Things Come In Threes" by
     Brego_Mellon_Min. That fic had Derek Hale triplets, and it got me to
     thinking about Stiles triplets.
     ...I was also inspired by a porno that I saw...haha. It gave me the
     idea for the Teacher/Students aspect of the fic.
     Porno here if you want to watch it: http://www.myvidster.com/video/
     9999258/GayForIteu_Honor_Roll
     I've been procrastinating with this fic for so long and have been
     writing pieces of it for months. It may be a bit of a mess, but I
     think I pulled it off.
     Unbeta'd so there may be errors in it.
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      All_Good_Things_Come_In_Threes by Brego_Mellon_Nin
Mr. Derek Hale didn’t choose to be an eleventh grade English teacher because he
thought it would be an easy task. He didn’t choose it because he planned on
being the nicest, most lovable and most liked teacher in the entire world. No,
not at all.
In fact, Derek knew he’d most likely make enemies with a few of his students
and he was okay with that. If a little tough love and extra homework
assignments meant his students would graduate on time, then that was completely
fine in Derek’s book.
While Derek was relatively lenient in his off hours, he was still thought of as
one of douchiest teachers in Beacon Hills High by a good sum of his students.
It wasn’t that he was abusive or that he lacked the ability to be tolerant in
the most serious of situations. It was just that his class was something most
students wanted to stay clear of.
His assignments always seemed to take ages to complete. He was without a doubt
the biggest stickler for following rules. His quizzes and tests were literally
hell on paper. And if you even thought about dozing off during his
instructional time, you were automatically condemned to at least a week's worth
of detention. As a matter of fact, those were the reasons that a lot of the
students stuck to calling him, “Mr. Hell”, as opposed to the name he demanded
his students address him by.
Most of his students eventually learned to just suffer through his classes and
to try not to piss him off in any way. There were, however, three specific
students who loved to purposely push Derek’s buttons. The Stilinski trio.
The three Stilinski brothers were identical triplets who all happened to be in
Derek’s fifth period English class. All three of them typically loved to team
up and brew trouble while Derek tried to teach. Out of all the students that
passed in and out of Derek’s classroom, the Stilinski brothers were the only
three who saw detention about every week. Whether it was because they were
being too talkative during class, or because they needed to catch up on missing
homework assignments, Derek usually found a reason to keep them after class.
Stiles Stilinski was technically the eldest of the three brothers considering
he was the first born. It was only by a minute, but Stiles loved bringing it up
and bragging about how he was the older one. This actually ended up giving
Stiles the upper hand when he declared himself the leader of the Stilinski
posse.
Stiles was the more active one out of the three. His hyperactivity proved
lethal when combined with the other two large personalities that resided within
his brothers. Out of the three brothers, Stiles was the easiest to correctly
distinguish between the other two because he was the only one who had a buzz-
cut. Stiles was also the one with a slightly more toned and built up body. As
captain of the school’s lacrosse team, all the extra time spent training meant
for sexier abs and bigger biceps. Sadly, Stiles’ sharp body was generally hid
away by his choice of baggy clothing.
Genim Stilinski was the self proclaimed bookworm nerd of the three. You could
say that he was the brains behind all the well thought out trouble that
typically involved the three. Genim was by far the most devious and snarkiest
little devil out of the bunch. He could fool you with his perfectly jostled
hair and his bright hazel eyes, but could easily make your life a living hell
with the snap of a finger. It was exactly what he loved doing to Derek.
Despite having a space on the high school’s lacrosse team like his other two
brothers, Genim wasn’t as beefed up as Stiles. However, his fast metabolism
worked in his favor, rewarding him with a chiselled up his chest and abs in
nearly no time flat.
Genim’s style was drastically different from his other brothers. He loved
wearing tailored clothes that were quite clingy, yet accentuated his finer
attributes. Genim was the one that made sure every piece of clothing he put on
was wrinkle free and looked damn good as it hugged against his tight body.
The last remaining piece to the Stilinski trio was Styiles Stilinski. Although
his name was pronounced the same as “Stiles” like the eldest triplet, that
about the only thing about him that was relatively similar to his other
brothers. Well, besides the whole identical triplet situation…
Styiles was the cliche “bad boy” that made up the team. He was a teenager of
very drab and dark proportions. Never once did Styiles wear something of a
shade brighter than the color of pale gray. Gray was the lightest color he ever
wore, and even then, he rarely wore it.
Styiles was sort of the guy who loved to slip a swear word into every other
sentence and loved to infuriate those around him. What he lacked due to his
fiery and utterly temperamental personality, he gained with his looks. Though
he was quite lankier than his brothers, he still had a body most of the
school’s population would gladly die for. But a more notable feature were the
dyed red rips at the front of his brown hair. He thought it made him look a bit
edgier.
Regardless of the fact that the triplets differed due to personalities and
choice clothing, they all three shared the identical standard issue “Stilinski”
features. Light brown, silk-like hair, hazel eyes, button noses, long necks,
and a rather pasty like complexion with a few adorable moles dotted here and
there over the expanse of skin. Either way you looked at them, they were Ken
dolls in their own right. Everybody loved them, and everybody wanted them. Even
Derek.
 
 
                                       X
The final bell that announced the end of the school day had sounded about 2
hours ago. Everyone―teachers and students alike―took that bell as their cue to
clear out. Everyone except Derek. He knew couldn’t leave just yet. He still had
to finish grading some essays because he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on
grading them back at his loft. Acknowledging the distractions of a television,
some good novels and a soaking tub waiting in the wings of his home, Derek made
as wise decision to stay at the school.
Another hour had passed and Derek felt like he had barely made a dent in
getting grades filled in.
Although Derek had actually anticipated the essays being unbearable, they were
complete shit. He felt as if most of them were written by neanderthals. They
were nothing but pages and pages of incoherent babbling. Derek knew that some
of his students were possibly brain dead, but he certainly didn’t think theyall
were. The stack of essays on his desk directly in front of him proved
otherwise, unfortunately.
Derek leaned back in his desk chair and stretched, arms extending towards the
ceiling and his back arching. A yawn came along with it. He was done for the
night. Derek looked behind him at the wall clock mounted above the chalkboard
to see what time it was. It was six-thirty. Derek groaned.
He got up from his chair and walked out from behind his desk. He began to walk
up and down each aisle of his students’ desks to make sure that each chair was
properly tucked in underneath a desk. He was definitely a bit of a
perfectionist and neat freak, but Derek didn’t give a damn.
After he checked the desks and chairs, he walked back over to his desk and
picked up his briefcase out from under it. Derek then made his way to the
classroom door to exit. Before he could even flick off the lights and head out,
the door was opened andthey walked in. The Stilinski triplets. Stiles, Genim
and Styiles in all their glory.
“What the hell do you think you’re still doing here this late? All detention
periods ended an hour ago. You shouldn’t be here.” Derek explained firmly with
a harsh rasp to his voice.
The triplets just walked further into the classroom as if Derek wasn’t standing
right in front of them. Of course they had to regard for authority. Nothing but
a bunch of spoiled delinquents, running around as if they owned the school.
As the three brothers walked past Derek, he turned around with a gleam of
outrage seated in his eyes. “I asked you a question, Stilinskis. Answer me!”
Styiles snickered under his breath as he rolled his eyes. Derek watched, but
then his eyes focused on the quick movement of Genim’s hands reaching into his
pocket. Derek watched as a piece of crumpled paper was taken from the teen’s
pocket. Genim unwrinkled the paper and held it up to Derek’s face.
“This is what we’re here for, Hale. Report card grades came in and you can bet
your ass we weren’t too happy with the fuckin’ D's you gave all three of us.”
Genim gestured towards Stiles and Styiles who were both leaned against Derek’s
desk.
Derek smirked. He set down his briefcase and crossed his arms. “A handful of
spoiled, punkass kids who do nothing in my class beside chew gum, carve dicks
into the desks, and talk incessantly don’t typically deserve anything higher
than an F. You should be glad that I let you slide through his semester.” He
laughed.
“Please, don’t take it as a nice gesture, though. I just didn’t want to see
your miserable faces in my summer school course.”
Stiles scoffed and then walked over to stand beside Genim. If Derek wanted to
be difficult, then that was fine. Stiles knew he could play the same game. In
fact, he had a few other tricks up his sleeves to persuade Derek into changing
the grades.
“Change the grades.” Stiles demanded.
Derek just ignored the demand with a smile drawn across his lips and went to
pick his briefcase back up. As Derek reached down for the handle to his case,
Stiles kicked it across the room, leaving it out of Derek’s reach.
Derek flinched but regained his stern composure almost instantly. He stood up
straight to face the teenagers as Genim began to speak.
“You’re going to change the grades. All of them. And you’re going to change
them all to at least a C since that’s the grade we need to stay on the lacrosse
team.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “The grades will stay the same. You had a chance to do
well in my class, but you blew it. Unfortunately, the lacrosse team will just
have to manage the end of the year game without you three.”
The three brothers just grinned and looked at each other. For a second Derek
became curious but quickly realized that he didn’t really care what the
triplets did or said. He was set on keeping the grades at a solid D.
Derek cleared his throat with a loud “ahem” just to catch the brothers’
attention. Once their eyes fell back onto him, Derek smiled and spoke. “Now,
walk your ass over to my briefcase, pick it up, dust it off, and put it back
into my hands.” He instructed, pointing into Stiles’ chest.
Stiles hit Derek’s hand away from his chest and grabbed onto Derek’s tie, fist
clenching hard around at the black silk.
Derek's reaction was nothing more than a simple arch of his eyebrow. He was
pretty unimpressed with how Stiles tried to get his way. It was like a little
child upset over not getting a toy at the store.
"Oh please, spare me the tantrum, Stiles. Didn't your parents teach you how to
behave like a decent human being?" Derek asked with a crooked smile.
Stiles laughed under his breath, gripping tighter onto Derek's tie and leaning
in closer to his face.
"So you like fucking around with your students? Giving us bad grades just
because? Basically just buttfucking us and our chances at getting a
scholarship." Stiles laughed dryly.
At the same time and Stiles spoke, Genim and Styiles moved towards Derek. They
walked around to behind Derek and placed their hands firmly onto the broadness
of his shoulders.
"That's fine. We know how to fuck around too." Genim whispered before he
combined his strength with Styiles' and forced Derek down to his knees in front
Stiles.
"Nice try, but this isn't like those pornos you guys spend your time jerking
off to instead of doing homework. Get your damn hands off me!" Derek yelled,
eagerly trying to get Genim's and Styiles' hands off his shoulders. The little
perverts had a strong grip and they didn't seem to be letting up. If anything,
they were only developing a stronger hold.
"Come on, teach. You like fucking around." Stiles laughed as he undid his belt
and stepped forward, putting his crotch at direct level with Derek's mouth.
Derek tried to turn away, but Genim's hand quickly came up to grab the back of
his skull and pushed his face forward.
By then, Stiles had undid the front zipper of his jeans and pulled down his
boxers just enough so that his hard cock could drop out. Despite the situation
he was in, Derek couldn’t help but be impressed. How in the hell did a
seventeen year old manage to be saddled with such a huge tool to fuck around
with? Why were these insufferable little shits wasting their time with high
school lacrosse when they could probably go on to earn a good wad of cash in
the porn industry?
Derek couldn’t seem to grasp the reality of his predicament as he found himself
stuck in a rather disorienting fog. But by the time he finally figured out what
exactly he was doing, he had Stiles’ cock jammed down his throat and was having
no difficulties taking it.
To be honest, Derek didn’t care. For months he had only ever dreamt and
fantasized about taking one of the Stilinski brother’s cocks down his throat.
The putrid scent of dried sweat and teenage musk had only ever been a figment
of Derek’s lust driven imagination.
He knew that acting on the sheer impulse to throw himself to his knees and
swallow a few of his teenage student’s cum loads could lose him his job... But
finally, a chance had practically sledgehammered its way into Derek’s line of
focus. He wasn’t about to give it up. He’d take advantage of the situation even
if the situation consisted of him being taken advantage of.
A spark had ignited within Derek. The pure hunger of wanting to please...the
hunger of wanting to push Stiles and his brothers to their orgasms had begun to
flood into and spread throughout Derek’s body. He loosened up his shoulders and
began to work Stiles’ cock in a faster rhythm with fiercer determination.
“God...fuck, Hale. Keep it up.” Stiles moaned, sliding his hands into the silky
threads of Derek’s hair. He gripped hard, ripping a small grunt out from the
deepest part of where his cock was lodged in Derek’s throat.
Derek stayed on his knees with his hands placed firmly on both of his thighs
and his mouth wrapped around Stiles’ dick. He made good use of his tongue by
working it repeatedly over and around the head of the teenager’s cock, leaving
it dripping and slick with spit when he let off to catch a short breath.
Every time Derek’s tongue took itself across the leaking slit of Stiles’ cock,
dribbles of pre-cum would ooze out and assault his taste buds with the salty
stickiness. Something about the faint taste of something he hadn’t tasted in
years made Derek want more. He needed more.
So Derek picked up the pace, taking Stiles as deep as he could manage. The
broken sounds of his own hummed chokes shot a bolt of energy throughout Derek’s
body and down to his own cock. He felt himself begin to thicken and fill out
the tightness of his boxers.
Without even a second to think, Derek had one of his hands down at his
hardening bulge, rubbing and tugging himself to complete hardness. His other
hand shot up to his neck to loosen up his tie.
“Come on. You’re hogging the professor, douche.” Genim said, pushing Stiles
backwards just enough so that his cock fell from Derek’s puffy, spit slicked
lips.
Styiles grabbed onto the collar of Derek’s shirt and yanked him up to stand.
“There’s no need to bitch over who gets to nail him.” He slapped his palm onto
Derek’ wide chest and kept it there, resting on the muscle.
“Look at his bod. It’s practically steel. Hot, durable muscle just waiting to
be thrashed around. He can handle all three of us. Isn’t that right, Hale?”
Styiles asked, patting his hand onto Derek’s chest.
Derek hesitantly nodded his head and looked to both Stiles and Genim. He was
eager. The faint taste of Stiles’ pre-cum still hung on his lips. He could
practically still feel the weight of Stiles on his tongue, pulsating, leaking
and hot.
“And look at this,” Genim smiled and slid his hand down Derek’s lower abdomen
until his hand firmly gripped around the bulge at Derek’s crotch. “All pumped
up and ready to go. How big of a load do you think he’s got waiting down deep
in his balls?” Genim asked, directing his question to Styiles.
Styiles huffed out a breath jokingly, dropping the older man back down to his
knees. “We’ll find out.” He laughed.
As soon as Derek’s knees hit the floor, the three eager teenagers surrounded
him. Stiles had attempted to step back in directly in front of Derek’s mouth,
but Genim quickly pushed him to the side with a loud, “Fuck off!” before he
explained how Stiles already got to test out Derek’s throat.
Genim unzipped his jeans and took his cock out. He was already throbbing and
ready to bust. He gripped his hand firmly around the base of his erect cock and
lead it in-between Derek’s puffy lips and into Derek’s hot mouth.
The heat of Derek’s mouth made Genim’s eyes clench tight. He was already so
close, and here he was with his dick pressed into absolute, orgasm worthy
perfection. Derek was talented with his tongue. Genim’s mind kept switching
between trying to figure out if Derek was so good at giving head from prior
practice, or if being a good little cocksucker was a natural talent that Derek
was so rightfully gifted with.
With Genim’s mind skittering freely around through his thoughts, the boy’s free
hand came up to grasp the side of Derek’s face as he began to thrust deeper
into the man’s throat.
Derek gagged around Genim, trying his best to suck up spit that started to
spill from the corners of his worn lips.
To Derek’s immediate left and immediate right, stood both Stiles and Styiles
with each of their respectably sized, hard cocks out. The two teenagers stood
idly stroking themselves at two different speeds.
With Genim’s cock still stuffed down his throat, Derek’s hands drew up and
gripped both Stiles and Styiles. In his right hand, he gripped Stiles. In his
left hand, he gripped the other. Derek began to stroke both of the boys with a
steady speed, working his wrists occasionally so that he could squeeze pre-cum
out from the leaking slits.
“Jerk me off faster!” Stiles groaned, gnashing his teeth together as he felt
Derek grip harder and pull faster at his cock.
Derek hollowed out his cheeks and started to bob his head back and forth on
Genim’s dick. Periodically, Derek would pull of the boy’s cock and lick up his
own saliva, or nibble delicately on Genim’s foreskin, leaving the teen a
whimpering mess. He would then go back to sucking as hard as he could in order
to push Genim closer to his orgasm.
Genim could feel his orgasm brewing deep down in his balls. Derek’s tongue keep
thrashing around the head of his cock, drawing his orgasm nearer with each wet
slash. When Derek pulled off and used his pursed lips to tug at his foreskin,
Genim was finished.
“FUCK!” Genim shouted, looking down to see Derek hang his mouth open and catch
drop after drop of hot cum. Most of Genim’s load hit square on Derek’s flat,
pink tongue, but a few powerful jets decorated Derek’s upper lip and the bridge
of his nose.
Derek hungrily swallowed down what he had caught on his tongue with an
obscenely deepened gulp, finished off by the wet snap of smacking lips.
Genim hummed in satisfaction. He used his thumb to wipe away the last bit of
cum from Derek’s lip and nose, and then brought it down to the man’s mouth for
him to lick away.
At the same time as Derek slowly licked at Genim’s thumb, he continued to
stroke off both Stiles and Styiles.
By the time Genim had came, Styiles had already shed the leather jacket he was
wearing, leaving him in just a maroon v-neck and his black jeans.
Stiles had remained fully clothed as well. The fabric of his baggy basketball
shorts swayed as he moved forward and backward, thrusting into Derek’s fist.
Dereks’ grip seemed to get tighter. Stroke after stroke, Stiles was pulled
closer to shooting his load. When Derek pulled too hard, Stiles quickly bat
Derek’s hand away from his junk so that he could finish himself off.
Stiles wrapped his gangly fingers around his length and began to furiously jerk
himself to completion. With this free hand planted firmly on Derek’s shoulder
so that he wouldn’t topple over, Stiles’ cock twitched hard and rapidly,
spewing its thick load onto the side of Derek’s face.
Derek smiled up at the triplets. He licked his lips and turned his focus to
Styiles, who was the only one who hadn’t orgasmed yet. He started to stroke
Styiles even faster, desiring the boy’s load to paint his face much like his
brother’s did only a few seconds prior.
To Derek’s surprise, Styiles pulled himself from Derek’s grip and shook his
head.
“Watch yourself, Hale. You’ll get your fucking reward soon enough.” He laughed,
snatching Derek up to stand by his hair and then patting down on the spot where
he may have caused discomfort.
Genim gripped Derek’s jaw with his hand and turned the man’s head. He leaned in
and licked up the side of Derek’s face, cleaning the stubble of his brother’s
load. Stiles and Styiles stood quietly and watched in bewilderment with peaked
interest. Stiles’ cock gave a feeble twitch as it began to jolt into hardness
once again.
While Genim scrubbed away his brother’s stain from Derek’s face, Styiles
stripped himself of his v-neck and moved towards Derek’s desk. He then
violently swept the desk’s surface, pushing the documents and office supplies
to the ground with a loud crash.
When Genim finished what he was doing, his shiny lips were immediately taken in
by Stiles’ rather passionate kiss. When the two locked lips, Derek couldn’t
help but stare. The two brothers caught their tongues together in a duel for
the taste of Stiles’ cum.
Stiles tongued the inside of Genim’s mouth, scraping their teeth together and
pulling off every few seconds to catch a breath before going back in. Stiles’
hand went down to grab at Derek’s still confined erection, but instead went for
the man’s belt buckle instead.
Stiles’ nimble fingers worked at the belt buckle, unfastened it, and pulled it
from the belts loops of Derek’s trousers. Stiles eventually pulled off of
Genim’s mouth with a quick bite at his brother’s bottom lip. The two brothers
then turned their focus to Derek, who seemed to had been lost at the sight of
Stiles and Genim’s little tongue war.
Genim unbuttoned Derek’s trousers then pulled them down to the ground along
with Derek’s boxer briefs. Derek stepped out of them, kicking them to the side,
then stepped out of his leather boots.
Once stripped of his below-the-waist attire, Derek was left standing in only a
buttoned up long sleeve dress shirt, a tie, and a pair of plain black, knee
length socks.
The older man’s cock stood out from under the hem line of his shirt. His cock
was cut. It was pretty thick and long, with veins running down the shaft to the
base where a slight dusting of black hair was.
Before Derek could get a hand around himself and tug, he was lead towards the
desk by Genim.
“Lay down on your back. Hold your legs up in the air.” Styiles demanded and
Derek complied.
Derek laid himself back on the desk and lifted his legs up, holding the
underside of his knees with his hands. Derek’s legs were extremely muscular and
very hairy. Two things that the triplets allfound very arousing.
Styiles smirked and slapped his hand at Derek’s weeping cock, teasingly. He
kneeled down on the floor in-between Derek’s legs so that his face was level
with Derek’s ass. Styiles spread Derek’s ass cheeks open, revealing the man’s
tight, puckered hole. The teen pressed his mouth forward and began to rim Derek
mercilessly, dragging out gasped moans from Derek’s himself.
While Styiles fucked Derek on his tongue, Genim and Stiles both began to take
off a few pieces of their clothing.
Stiles had dropped down his baggy basketball shorts and plaid boxers, leaving
him in only a white t-shirt and blue Chuck Taylors. Genim, on the other hand,
 kicked off his shoes and pulled off his grey skinny jeans, leaving him in just
a collared shirt and black boxer briefs.
Both the brothers then walked alongside opposite sides of the desk to where
Derek’s head laid on the faux wooden surface. The two had both gotten fully
hard again and were ready for another go at their teacher.
Stiles wasted no time sliding his cock down Derek’s throat. Derek kept his grip
on his legs, holding them up for Styiles’ pleasure.
“Dammit. Your mouth was made to suck cock, Hale.” Stiles breathed, rapidly
thrusting into Derek’s wet heat. Genim buttoned down Derek’s shirt and pulled
it open to reveal Derek’s chest and abdomen.
“Holy shit, teach.” Genim grinned, eyeing Derek’s body.
Derek’s chest was perfect in all respects. His torso was built very well, much
like the G.I Joe dolls Genim found himself intrigued by as a kid. Derek’s pecs
were big―lean and hard with muscle. His nipples were perky, and a soft pink
color. A little lower down were Derek’s impressive set of abs, with the lean
ridges running deep. A soft trail of trimmed black hair lead down from Derek’s
navel to the base of his girthy cock.
Down where Derek’s ass was spread open, Styiles continued to eat out the hot
hole. His sharp tongue drove in deeper to Derek’s entrance repeatedly, lapping
at the hairless skin and taking in the taste of sweat.
When Derek’s hole got wet enough to Styiles’ liking, the teen brought up one of
his hands and pressed his index finger into Derek.
Derek moaned loudly around Stiles’ cock when he felt Styiles press a finger
into his hole. As the teenager’s long finger pressed in deeper, Derek
involuntarily clenched harder around the intrusion.
It was at that moment that Styiles inserted another finger into Derek and began
to viciously pump his digits in and out, fucking the teacher on his fingers.
Derek would have let out a scream, but the other Stilinski brother has his
throbbing cock lodged deep within his throat.
Stiles grabbed both sides of Derek's face with his hands and bucked wildly into
the wetness. Saliva oozed out the corner of his lips, running does his cheeks
and onto the desk he was placed atop. Derek gagged loudly.
"Shh-you're so good at this, Hale. Yeah, take it. Choke on my cock, babe. Get
me nice and wet." Stiles grinned.
While Stiles thoroughly fucked Derek's throat raw, Genim reached down past
Derek's abs, past the man's navel, and gripped the base of Derek's neglected
member.
At the first tug, Derek's cock shot a well aimed stream of pre-cum up at
Genim's forearm, coating the hairy expanse of skin.
Derek began to thrust his hips upward into Genim's grip. His entire body was
being worked over by the triplets in such amazing ways. Stiles was taking his
throat, Genim was roughly stroking his cock, and Styiles was still messily
eating him out.
As Derek groaned and writhed around on top of the desk, Styiles took his tongue
out of the man's hole and stood up.
"Wanna take a teen boy's cock up the ass, old man?" Styiles snorted. Derek
wasn’t that old. He was in his late twenties or early thirties at the least,
but Styiles found something hot about taking an older man. Especially one who
was his teacher.
The teen slapped his hand against Derek's dripping hole and Derek groaned out a
muffled “Fuck yeah!” around Stiles’ cock.
"Man, you're so tight. Have you ever taken a dick before? You a virgin, Derek?”
Styiles asked and Stiles laughed from where he stood, still bucking into
Derek's mouth.
Styiles slid two of his fingers into Derek and aimed them upward, seeking the
man's prostate. Derek’s body jolted at the touch. He let go of the underside of
his knees, making his legs fall to the table with a loud bang.
"You probably haven't even seen another guy’s cock up close before. Never been
laid before, have you? No cock. No pussy. Nothing."
Derek's hips suddenly clenched around Styiles’ fingers and his cock spit a
thick load over Genim's knuckles.
"Look at that guys. We made Mr. Hell finally bust one." Genim said. He
continued to stroke Derek even after the man began to squeal and whine due to
oversensitivity. "Maybe now he'll be a little nicer in class."
Stiles pulled himself from Derek's mouth, the head of his cock catching wetly
on Derek’s lips with a loud, audible pop. "Let's make him do it again! Let's
make him give up every little ounce of cum he has stored away in those big 'ol
blue wrecking balls." He trilled, slapping his cock at Derek's cheek playfully.
Derek tried to catch his breath, but Genim was still stroking at his cock and
Styiles was fingering him harder.
"You...sadistic little-"Derek choked out.
Styiles quickly cut in and pulled his fingers from Derek’s ass. "Sadistic
little boys who are gonna give it to you so fuckin' hard, you'll walk with a
limp for weeks."
When Derek opened his mouth to retort, Stiles shoved his cock back down his
throat.
Styiles then slotted himself between Derek’s spread legs, grabbed onto Derek’s
ankles and lifted the man’s legs up so that they could rest easy on the
teenager’s broad shoulders.
“Hurry up and fuck him already!” Genim shouted, licking Derek’s cooling mess
away from his own knuckles. Styiles just rolled his eyes and pressed the head
of his fat cock to Derek’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting Derek adjust
to the size.
When Derek began to eagerly cry out around the cock in his mouth, Styiles
bottomed out. He fucked into Derek’s built frame as hard as he could, powering
in and out with fast thrusts.
Derek’s body pitched forward with each savage thrust. The sharp, knife-like
bones of Styiles’ pelvis stabbed and slapped into Derek’s firm inner thighs.
Derek felt as if Styiles were ripping his body apart from the inside out. The
teeanger’s cock felt almost monsterous inside his ass. Hot and throbbing, it
felt like it got longer and wider with each thrust.
Derek’s legs felt weighed on Styiles’ shoulders. The boy curved his neck
downward and began to suck at Derek’s hard calf muscles underneath the silky
black fabric of his dress socks.
Across from where Styiles continued to wreck Derek’s ass, Stiles had gripped
tightly onto Derek’s tie and used it hold the man’s head motionless as he
rhythmically fucked into his throat. Genim stood to the side, jerking himself
off and eyeing his brother make good use of their teacher’s mouth
“Rim me.” Genim said, walking over to where Stiles was.
Stiles just nodded excitedly. With a grunt, Stiles pulled himself from Derek’s
mouth, yet again, and walked around behind his brother.
Genim dropped his black boxer briefs to the ground and crawled up onto the desk
above Derek. He made sure not to accidentally knee Derek in the face as he did
it. Genim then slotted himself into the sixty-nine position. His bowed his
back, sticking his ass up for Stiles’ own pleasure, and lowered his mouth down
on Derek’s throbbing hardness.
Genim began to suck hard at Derek’s member, hungrily chasing the bitter
stickiness of Derek’s brewing load. Derek did the same with Genim, wrapping his
already well used lips around the teenager’s dick.
At Genim’s backside, Stiles leaned in and spit at his brother’s tiny hole. He
used his thumb to smear around the slickness, deliberately dipping the tip of
his thumb into Genim’s tightness.
“Dude, when’s the last time you fucked yourself? Lookin’ virginal back here.”
Stiles laughed, sliding his index finger past the tight rim.
Genim slid his mouth off Derek’s cock and wiggled his ass in the air, playfully
antagonizing Stiles. “Why don’t you do something about that, dickwad.”
Stiles smirked and leaned in, digging his tongue into Genim’s hole. One of
Stiles’ hands were busy fingering into Genim alongside his tongue, and his
other hand was wrapped around his own throbbing erection.
As he shoved his tongue deeper into his brother, Stiles pulled at himself,
aching for his own orgasm.
With Genim and Derek sixty-nining, and Stiles taking pleasure in rimming his
brother, Styiles kept a hard and relentless pace, sawing his cock in and out of
Derek’s hole.
Styiles looked a complete and utter wreck. His arms were trembling as he kept
his hands gripped around Derek’s lower legs, and his entire body was drenched
in his own sweat. His usually soft and gelled up hair began to mat down with
perspiration. Styiles had to constantly comb it backwards so that it would stay
out of his eyes.
“Always did look good with a cock in your mouth...” Styiles slurred. His voice
sounded broken, almost as if he were drunk. He looked down at his brother
sucking at Derek’s cock and slid one of his hands into Genim’s sweaty hair to
gently stroke at it.
Styiles began to chase his orgasm. He grabbed onto Derek’s thighs and fucked
into the man as hard as he could. Derek felt so good around his cock, and
Styiles couldn’t take it.
Derek remained speechless. He would occasionally moan out Styiles’ name when
the boy’s cock angled upward and struck his prostate, but for the most part, he
was too caught up in sucking Genim dry.
Genim’s dick was letting off a steady stream of pre-cum into Derek’s mouth. It
had already dripped a few drops of pre-cum onto his lips, but Derek hadn’t said
a word. Instead he just continued to moan and grunt in time with Styiles’
thrusts, licking up any pre-cum that occasionally stained his lips and stung
his taste buds.
When Styiles’ thrust grew even quicker than they had been, Derek knew what was
coming. Deep inside himself, Derek could feel Styiles’ massive rod plunging
deep within his inner walls and stabbing against his prostate. Each thrust
punched a dull throb deep in his groin and a shiver down his back.
After a few more critical blows to Derek’s insides, Styiles groaned out in
ecstasy and orgasmed.
Derek could feel the teenager’s hot and thick release spewing into his gut. The
rim of his abused hole fluttered involuntarily around the boy’s twitching cock.
“Fuck yeah, Styiles.” Derek breathed, dropping Genim’s cock from his mouth.
Genim popped his head up to watch Styiles’ face contort and morph as his orgasm
washed over him, but he was instead met with hot streaks of Derek’s second load
painting across his face.
Styiles let his orgasm finish before he slowly pulled out and watched his thick
load drool out of the man’s loosened rim in big globs. He looked up to his cum
covered brother and laughed.
“Didn’t anybody ever tell you to swallow like a good little boy should?”
Styiles teased, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
Genim rolled his eyes and licked up the amount of Derek’s cum that his tongue
was able to reach. “Ha. Very funny, douchebag. What the fuck do you think I was
blowing him for? I was gonna swallow!”
Stiles pulled his tongue and fingers and out Genim, then helped his brother off
the desk to stand. The triplets stared down at Derek who remained spread across
the desk.
Derek’s skin was shiny with sweat. The hair on his chest and treasure trail had
darkened and thickened because of it. Derek’s cock was beginning to twitch down
to softness―still coated in remnants of his orgasm and Genim’s saliva.
Between Derek’s spread legs was a puddle of Styiles’ load that had dripped out
of Derek’s hole and made a mess of the desk underneath him.
The four of them stood breathless for a second before Styiles grabbed Derek’s
pants from the floor and began to clean off his cock with the fabric. Derek
watched Styiles make his trousers unwearable by smearing them with cooling cum.
Both Genim and Styiles stood to the left and right of Derek― their cocks stood
hard as rocks, waiting for release.
“Finish up on him, guys. Paint that beautiful little chest of his.” Styiles
said with a smirk. He dropped Derek’s dirty trousers to the floor and began to
re-dress himself as his two brothers jerked their cocks over Derek’s bare
chest.
Both the brothers kept a tight grip around the bases of their cocks, stroking
as fast as they could. The loud sound of their hands working up and down their
shafts filled the room. The two weren’t even looking down at themselves or at
Derek. They were looking directly at each other. Their lust clouded gaze
connected with one another.
“Dude, i’m close. Holy sh―” Stiles moaned, staring directly at Genim from
across the way. Genim was equally as close to his orgasm as well. The sound of
Stiles’ broken voice in his ear pushed him even closer.
Stiles reached down with his hand that wasn’t situated on his dick, and stuck
two of his fingers into Derek’s mouth for him to suck on. They were the same
two fingers that Stiles had fucked into Genim’s ass earlier and by the sound of
Derek’s moan, he could probably taste it.
“Ah.Ah, Stiles!” Genim gasped. His hand flew down to the hilt of his cock and
squeezed hard as streams of white cum shot out from his cock and coated Derek’s
tanned chest below.
“I’m gonna cum too...Shit!”Stiles bit down hard on his lip to muffle what would
have been a high pitched whimper. He stroked hard at his cock as it emptied its
thick load onto the mess his brother had already created.
When the two both came down from their highs, Stiles withdrew his fingers from
Derek’s mouth and looked down at both his and Genim’s mess. The combined amount
of both of their loads left Derek’s chest covered.
The contrast of the white liquid across Derek’s tanned skin was both
interesting and arousing to see. Most of it had filled into the deep ridges of
Derek’s fine abs and navel. But there were a few drops that managed to splatter
over to Derek’s nipples due to Stiles’ violent jerks.
Derek sat up, and both Genim and Stiles walked over to pick up the articles of
their discarded clothing.
Genim slipped back on his boxers, then shuffled back into his skinny jeans. As
Genim tied his shoes, Stiles put back on his baggy basketball shorts, cringing
when the head of his sensitive cock rubbed against the fabric of his boxers.
Styiles, who was on the other side of the classroom, was using his reflection
in the window to fix his jostled hair with use of his fingers.
“You twits done getting dressed yet?” Styiles asked, turning around to face
them.
“I don’t know. You done fixin’ up your hair? You just banged a dude for fucks
sake....wear your sweaty sex hair as a trophy.” Genim smiled and Styiles
scoffed.
Styiles walked over to the desk where Derek was still sitting on. He crossed
his arms and looked Derek in the eyes.
“Damn, I hate making this even more like a bad porno, but I just gotta make
sure... You’re gonna gives us some new grades isn’t that right, Hale?” Styiles
asked, tapping his biceps with his fingers.
Derek looked down at his stomach and softened cock, and then back up to Styiles
where the other two brothers joined at his side. Derek rolled his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll raise each of your grades up a letter so you can play on that
ridiculous lacrosse team. But you’re going to have to give me something in
return.” Derek explained.
“Uh, i’m pretty sure we already gave you something.” Stiles gestured down to
the drying mess on Derek’s torso. “You’rereally not in the position to make
negotiations.”
Derek snickered. “If we do what we just did at least once a week up until
school hits summer break, i’ll keep your grades just high enough for you to
play lacrosse…”
The three brothers looked around at each other before Styiles spoke up. “Deal.
We could use a proper weekly release after all the shitty assignments you throw
at us.” Styiles patted Derek on the head. He then grabbed his leather jacket
from the floor and flung it over his shoulders.
“Come on.” Genim said, signalling for his brothers to follow. They followed him
out of the classroom, leaving Derek on top of his very own desk―undressed, and
covered in cum.
 
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