This was the story…
Mr Orwell was one of the PE teachers at Danny’s school. Danny was the student teacher. Mr Orwell was 33, 6ft mixed race, with cropped short hair, slight freckled face. His shoulders were huge, you could see his defined pecs through his tight gym compression t shirts. His arms were big from the workouts he did in the gym after school. He also had big defined legs, and in the summer wore shorts that showed off the end of a dragon tattoo on his thigh. He played rugby for a decent team apparently every Sunday. All the girls used to flirt with him and the gay boys, including Danny drooled over him. The head of PE was Mr. Peters. He was an Aussie. Ex army. Mid/late 40s 6 ft 2 solid hairy daddy type. He was a really nice guy, often would stop and chat to all the student teachers and would give Danny a wink after chatting to him. Danny remembered him from when he went to school there and how he make remarks about Danny’s tight swimming trunks. There was no Mrs. Peters. But apparently he was having an affair with Miss. Smith.
Danny was at his first placement during uni, he thought it weird going back to the school he grew up in but it was close to home so he didn’t mind. He was fairly skinny but getting more definition now he was going to the gym, 5ft 9 and with a nice peachy ass which he knew got him attention with the guys. He was 20 and still a virgin. He tried to act straight but had his feminine traits. No one said anything about his sexuality due to his family. His uncle was in prison for murder and the family had only moved to the area 10 years ago after the murder happened. Everyone was weary of them.
Being a student teacher Danny rotated lessons, he was at the school being a student teacher with Emma a blond pretty popular PE teacher wanna be. He didn’t like PE but had Mr Orwell to stare at.
Mr Orwell always used to have his hands down his grey jersey jogging bottoms during PE. It was similar to how the other sporty lads used to stand. You could always see Mr Orwell’s bulge through his joggers. He was about 7 on the flop Danny reckoned, Danny was always wondering if he had underwear on underneath as he bulge was very distinct and he could make out his cut mushroom head. He always used to stare at his bulge salivating over it. Wanting it. After PE Danny had to rush to the staff toilet to release himself at the thought of Mr Orwell’s cock.
One Thursday Danny was walking out of school late and realised he had left his kit in the changing room. He went down the stairs to the PE changing room, opening the door he looked ahead and saw a shirtless Mr Orwell pulling his grey jersey jogging bottoms over his meaty peachy smooth caramel ass, no boxers on just joggers being pulled up over his ass. Mr Orwell looked round startled at Danny, Danny couldn’t take his eyes off Mr Orwell’s amazing ass…
Mr Orwell turned his body so he was standing straight on in front of Danny. Danny was red faced and blushing as he run his eyes down to Mr Orwell’s feet and up his body. He stopped at his bulge. Bigger than usual. Semi, even hard Danny thought. He grey joggers were tenting; a nice juicy thick long piece of meat with his visible big mushroom head. Danny felt his boxers getting tighter as he could tell his dick was getting hard from the view.
“What you want” Danny could hear in the haze of being mesmerised by the bulge in front of him.
“What you want Danny”. After a few seconds Danny blurred out “Oh oh my kit bag, I forgot my kit bag” out of the haze Danny clocked Mr Orwell’s eyes and pointed to a jd sports bag. He throw the bag at Danny “there you go, now go.”
“Thanks” Danny said maintaining eye contact with the caramel Adonis in front of him and then running his eyes down. Mr Orwell’s chest was huge, smooth with slight stubble, muscled with amazing brown nipples that needed biting. He had a 3 lions tattoo on his chest over his heart. Danny kept running his eyes to the massive bulge at the front of his joggers as Danny salivated, the bulge hadn’t gone down.
Mr Orwell was obviously getting dried off,
his smooth skin was still wet in places with water droplets from using the open shower. But one of the showers was still running and sounded like someone was in there.
“Come on Mike come back in for one more time before you have to go” a voice from the showers shouted out. Mr Orwell’s face looked worried and concerned. Danny looked at Mr Orwell shocked. It wasn’t Mrs Orwell, the English teacher, she was on maternity leave. It was Emma, his fellow student teacher. Mr Orwell could see Danny had worked out who it was. Mr Orwell made a lunge for Danny, in doing so his bulge flopped around more in his joggers, Danny stared hard at it, but realised it was his time to go. He picked up his kit bag, and moved backwards towards the door, shaking his head at Mr Orwell. Opening and closing the door behind him with full view of Mr Orwell walking towards him worried looking with his massive dick bulging in his joggers.
Danny sped walked out of school and home. Thinking about what he has saw, Mr Orwell’s ass and his massive bulge, and Emma and him were fuking then. Danny’s dick was hard all the way from seeing the Adonis nearly naked. He got home, called out and realised the house was empty. He went to his room. Laid on his bed, unbuttoned his shirt and undone his belt, undoing his trousers, unzipping and then pulled his trousers along with his Topman boxers down. Springing out his hard 6 inch trimmed cock with precum all around his foreskin. Danny wrapped his hand around his cock and started to wank thinking about Mr Orwell and his muscled body and his amazing joggers, imagining the joggers being pulled down and revealing his massive 8 inch cock before Danny tasting it. Danny’s hand wanked his cock faster until a minute later Danny’s legs tensed up and Danny’s torso lifted off the bed and he shot warm cum over his smooth stomach and chest. Danny laid back on the bed thinking about what he had walked in on and what it meant as his warm cum run over his slightly defined smooth stomach onto his unbuttoned shirt. Danny didn’t care. He had seen more of Mr Orwell than he ever thought he would and it was great. He wondered what would happen at school tomorrow, would he be in trouble for witnessing it?
That evening Danny tried to mark some books but couldn’t concentrate enough for the worry of being in trouble for what he saw. He tried to eat dinner but couldn’t. His mind was racing with Mr Orwell’s near naked body and walking in on what he did. He decided to take a bath to relax him and take his mind off the day.
He lay back in the bubble bath. Feeling the warm water soak every part of his maturing smooth body. He tried to think of his plans for the weekend but nothing could detract from Mr Orwell’s caramel peach ass and his massive bulge in his grey joggers as he tried to lunge at him. Danny’s dick was rock hard as he thought about it. His nicely trimmed pubes and balls surrounded his 6 inch average girth uncut cock. He foreskin was pulled back by the water displaying Danny’s pink head.
Closing his eyes Danny slowly run his left hand down his smooth chest over this stomach and on his groin. Running his fingers up and down his hard dick. Each time circling his jap’s eye to feel his sticky precum.
Danny then run his fingers down his soft loose balls feeling each one then his scrotum. Before lifting himself slowly off the bottom of the bath tub and running his index and middle finger over his gooch before running his fingers over his slightly hairy virgin pink hole. Running his fingers around his hole thinking of Mr Orwell. Imagining his joggers falling down and him grabbing Danny’s head and forcing his mouth open and pushing his big dick down his throat. Danny ran his index finger across his ass before stopping. Before pushing it slowly in. He pink hole was nice and supple from the hot water. Danny pushed it in slowly; up to his fingernail then up to the middle of his finger then pushing deep so his whole finger was in. He pull it out and then in. The thought of how he had walked in on Mr Orwell excited him. He was experienced at playing with his hole, but now he had a new memory in his head to wank and play to. Instead of just when he walked in one his dad’s mate; “Uncle” Pete wanking in the shower. How they kept eye contact for a bit too long and Pete gave him a wink as he shut the door.
Danny slowly pulled his finger out and then pushed both his index and middle finger back in. Slowly but with some resistance. But Danny liked it. His dick throbed from it. Pushing his fingers in and up his ass lining. Slightly pulling them out and back in, again and again. Danny liked the resistance and the feeling of him forcing his fingers in.
He was still worried about what he walked in on but the feeling of his fingers in his ass blocked out the worry. Danny suddenly realised why should he be worried? If was not his fault he walked in on them. They shouldn’t have been doing it in the school changing room in the first place, especially with Mr Orwell being married.
With that thought Danny laid back and pushed his ass further in the air. Pushing his fingers deeper in his ass. Pulling them out and pushing them back in over his pink hole. He took his hard throbing dick in his right hand and started to vigorously wank . He went harder fingering his ass and wanked quicker until he couldn’t take it any longer. His ass seized up clamping his fingers as his dick exploded shooting cum all over Danny’s chest and face and into the bath water. Danny shuddered and opened his eyes as his cum exploded, he then slowly removed his fingers and laid back staring at his cum covered body and closed his eyes.
He wasn’t worried about tomorrow now he had the power.
Danny took a breath then opened the staff room door feeling powerful. He walked to his normal seat, sitting by some of the other young teachers. Not looking around but focusing on his seat. Nearly there then he had a pull at his arm. He looked round it was Mr. Peters. Danny was told Mr Orwell was off sick today so he would have to take the upper sixth form PE lesson by himself. He was taken aback and then asked if Mr Orwell was ok. Mr Peters said yes just feeling under the weather.
Danny got to his seat and sat and thought. Was Mr Orwell really sick or just trying to avoid him? Danny’s dick twitched in his trousers by thinking of Mr Orwell’s smooth caramel ass and his bulging joggers. Danny had had 2 more wanks last night after his bath. One when he went to bed and one an hour later when he couldn’t sleep. Both times fingering his hole thinking about Mr Orwell. This time Mr Orwell was fuking his tight hole as punishment. Danny imagined Mr Orwell’s thick cum filling his hole as Danny cum a load all over his stomach.
“Danny, Danny” a voice called out to him as he was in his daze. He looked up it was the headmistress asking if he was ok taking the sixth form class without Mr Orwell. He said yes he was fine. As he looked back down he caught Emma’s eye. She looked at him then quickly turned away. Danny wondered what her next move would be. Had Mr Orwell told her that Danny had caught them? He must have done as Emma would have been over chatting to him otherwise.
The sixth from class Danny was dreading. All 18 year old popular gym lads, who had a week to go before finishing school for good. Mr Orwell would have had them eating out of the corner of his hand. They would have all stood around hands in their shorts chatting. Playing with their dick and balls. Danny would just sit there and fantasised. But he was the teacher now. Danny decided to ask them what they wanted to do. The said play basketball, skins v tops. 5 lads took their tops off to play as skins. Danny couldn’t help but stare. All defined muscled gym lads. They knew Danny was gay and played on it. “You ok with this Mr. Jones?” They asked. Yes fine Danny said stumbling. Can you hold these they said as they threw their tops at Danny. Danny was kind of pleased as it covered up his bulging trousers. They played basketball, switched teams. Danny blew the whistle a couple of times. But couldn’t help but stare at the bulging shorts in front of him. Their soft dicks bouncing in their baggy shorts. Hmm how much dick is in this room Danny thought.
Danny blew the whistle again. Right lads that’s it. Time to change. The lads grabbed their t shirts and went to the changing room. Apart from Jay, who was towering in front of him. 6 ft cocky, muscled, floppy dark haired with hairy biceps, he looked more like late 20s than 18. His basketball shorts even though baggy still gave the outline of his thick dick in his Calvin’s. Jay was sweaty. Do you have a towel Mr Jones he asked? Um no Danny said. Shame he said you could have wiped me down. Danny stared up at Jay. He was wiping himself off with his t shirt. Beads of sweat running down his body. He winked at Danny and laughed. Think this is our last lesson with you sir. Have you enjoyed it he asked? Danny trying to get his voice said yes. Jay nodded and laughed. Thought so he said and then wiped his body further over his washboard abs, over the hair from his bellybutton to his shorts. He then pulled his shorts open and looked down. I need a shower don’t I sir he said. Danny said do you, I don’t know mumbling his words. Think I’m a bit sweaty he said. With that he pulled his shorts further open and down to let Danny see his sweaty dick and pubes. A nice trimmed bush of dark hair and his thick soft white dick. All sweaty in his black Calvin’s. Danny looked then looked away, shocked what he was looking at. Jay laughed. May see you around sir he said. Jay left the sports hall. Danny sat there… what had happened? Did Jay want it or was he teasing him?
Danny’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at his phone it was a message from Emma. It said hi, hope you are ok. We ok?
Danny thought about it. He didn’t really like Emma. She was too up herself. He text yeh fine why? She text back because of what you saw.
Danny’s dick was rock hard in his trousers after what Jay had shown him. Danny thought Fuk it, why should he always be the nice guy. He text back: you always get what you want. Don’t worry secret is safe.
Emma messaged back. I’m sorry. Thank you.
Danny messaged back. But on one condition…
What’s that Emma replied.
I wanna see Mike’s dick. Danny replied back.
What??? I always knew you were gay. That ain’t gonna happen. Emma replied.
Make it happen. Danny replied. If not the school and Mrs Orwell will find out.
You aren’t being serious. Emma replied.
Yes. By Sunday evening.
What? I can’t. Mikes with his wife now for the weekend.
I don’t care, it’s the last week of term next week. I don’t care. Not my issue. Sunday. Danny replied back feeling powerful.
Friday night came and it was a pretty standard night for Danny a beer whilst marking books. So he didn’t have to think about school for the rest of the weekend. Then a wank or two later in the evening thinking about Mr Orwell and also now about Jay. Did he want Danny or was he just playing around? Imagining himself putting his hand into Jays shorts and then getting on his knees. Sucking Jay’s sweaty cock. Tasting the sweat snd being force fucked by it as Danny held Jay’s ass then being face fuked by Mr Orwell at the same time…Hmmm… 3 wanks in total that night.
Saturday, Danny went to the gym. Stayed longer in the showers getting wet with the shower door open hoping to view some hot daddies or lads. But it was a quiet lunchtime there and nothing. Danny went home and started to watch the football with his dad. His phone message ringtone went off. A message displayed on his phone from an unknown number and just said hi.
Could this be Mr Orwell? Would Danny finally get to see his dick in all its glory?
Hi Danny replied.
Liked what you saw? The text read.
Yeh I did. I want to see more.
Bet you do. You are thirsty for my dick aren’t you? The message read.
Yes. Let me see.
Let me see some more of you. You’ve seen more of me.
Danny thought about it. Mr Orwell maybe was bi? Maybe he likes women and men? Maybe Mr Orwell actually wanted Danny to suck his cock in the changing room when he lunged at his. He was obviously out watching football so able to message him Danny thought.
Ok what you want to see? Danny replied.
Your ass.
Danny sprung up off the sofa and went to his room. Closing the door behind him. He text back ok. Give me a couple of minutes. He pulled his nike joggers down revealing his rock hard dick in his Topman white boxers. Fuk Danny thought. Mr Orwell wants to Fuk me. I’d love him to pop my cherry. Danny kicked his joggers off his ankles and onto the floor. Then his boxers came off making his dick spring back and standing to attention. Boxers kicked off and on the floor.
Danny thought what was the best way to take his ass pic. He turned around and took one in his wardrobe mirrored door. He pushed his ass out, taking more photos. Bent over on his bed and took a few more. Hmmm Danny thought; one of my hole. He laid on the bed. Lifted his legs and rocked them over his head. He quickly took a couple of photos. He wet his finger and pushed it into his ass. Danny thought he’ll send a few so he could entice Mr Orwell to fuck him.
He looked through the photos and choose 3. One of him bent over looking around at the mirror, one of his pink, slightly hairy ass on display as his legs were over his head and another of him fingering his hole.
Here you go. Hope you like. X Danny text.
You really want me don’t you? The reply read.
Yes Mr Orwell. Danny replied. Since I walked in on you changing after fuking Emma in the shower. I want it and can’t stop thinking about it. Let me see your dick then I won’t tell the school anything. It’ll be our secret.
A minute or 2 had gone past. Danny was wondering why it took Mr Orwell so long to reply.
Then a text saying Miss. Kendal??
Danny replied back Yes. You and her.
No way read the reply.
What is going on Danny thought. Danny sent a ? back.
Then he received a laughing face emoji. And Mr Orwell and Miss Kendal are fuking?
Danny felt sick. Who was he texting?
Who’s this? He replied.
Lol. Obviously not Mr Orwell with laughing faces.
Danny thought he was going to be sick. Who had he told the secret to and who had he sent his ass pics too. Danny tried to delete the photos but couldn’t.
Who is it??? He sent.
Danny’s phone rang on FaceTime. He didn’t answer it. It rang again he didn’t answer it again. Danny was panicked.
He then got a message. Answer FaceTime or else.
FaceTime rang. He answered. The screen was blank. Then hello sir. With a couple of laughing voices. He knew that voice it was Jay.
Jay? Danny replied
Laughing came from the other end. So Mr Jones you are a proper bender then. Thinking Mr Orwell wanted to Fuk you? What you doing blkmaling him then? Trying to get his dick in your ass as you walked on him fuking Miss Kendal?
Danny went silent. It was true what Jay was saying. He felt ashamed
Don’t be silent Sir. Jay said. I thought I was the only one you wanted.
Danny carried on being silent. He kept thinking what has he done.
I like your ass sir especially the one with your face in it. Are you a virgin Sir? Hoping Mr Orwell would Fuk u and pop your cherry?
What you want? Danny said.
Now we are talking. Jay replied. I’m a nice lad. You know this Mr Jones. I even showed you inside my shorts as I know that’s what you want. You wanna suck my big dick don’t you?
What you want? Danny repeated.
Meet me in the cricket pavilion after school on Monday at 4. You’ve woke my dick up with your ass photos. Lets see what you can do to keep my silence…
Danny couldn’t sleep Saturday night very. He kept tossing and turning thinking about Monday evening. What would Jay do? Could he lose his job? He only slept for a few hours with worry. And for the first time in ages didn’t wake up with a boner. He decided to go to the gym instead to take his mind off it. The gym was empty. Danny trained his back then went for a swim then went in the steam room.
As Danny sat thinking about Jay and what would happen in the cricket pavilion. He kept thinking about what he said about liking his ass. What would he do? Was Jay all talk? He had shown him his sweaty dick which Danny wanted to lick and suck it. It looked juicy. He sat in his blue swim shorts, with sweat running down his forehead. His dick start to bulge thinking about Jay, imagine if he sick Jay off…
The door opened and in walked a shorter well built, not fat but more well built hairy tanned, Turkish looking daddy. He had a thick good chain around his neck. Danny couldn’t really make out the guy due to the steam.
The steam room was not very big and the guy sat not far from Danny. A few minutes went by. The guy turned himself with his face against a wall and was now facing Danny. No eye contact was given. Danny could make him out. He looked familiar. But wasn’t sure who. He had red Hugo Boss shirt swim shorts on. He kept adjusting his dick in his shorts with his legs facing Danny. Thick black chest hair running down his chest, outlining his pecs. Danny kept side eyeing him. His red shorts looked like it kept getting bigger and fuller as the guy kept adjusting it.
The guy looked over and caught Danny’s eye. Danny looked away. “Hot in here isn’t it” he said. Yeh Danny said. Silence. Again. The guy moved and lent forward so his knee was touching Danny’s knee. “Really hot isn’t it. Ever been to the big gym on the road about?” he asked. “No” Danny replied. “Ah ok must be a different person then” he said. “You look like someone else” he said. “Ah, ok” said Danny. “Yeh that gym has male only steam room and sauna. Don’t need to wear swim shorts just a towel, gets too hot and sweaty in shorts in here.” The guy said. Then sat back revealing a thick dick print in his shorts. Danny couldn’t help but stare., his heart was racing. The guy closed his eyes. Danny kept staring at the guys shorts. The outline of his thick cock was visible. The guys let kept vibrating against Danny’s knee and the guy adjusted his dick again and then stroked Danny’s leg. Danny could feel his dick trying to escape his shorts. Danny moved his hand into the guts thick hairy leg. Then the door opened and an old lady walked in. The Turkish guy moved forward hiding his bulge and moving his knees away from Danny’s. Danny moved his hand away and then waited a minute and then grabbed his towel placing it in front of his bulging shorts and got up and walked out of the steam room to the men’s changing room. The guy made no eye contact with Danny.
Danny went into the shower and kept his door open. Hoping for the guy to follow. He untied his swim shorts and dropped them to the floor. Revealing his peachy smooth ass and his semi hard dick. He put his swim shorts and towel on the hook outside the shower cubicle he was in. He showered for 5 minutes. Waiting to see if he would be joined. But no. Then as he turned his shower off and grabbed his towel to start drying himself the Turkish guy walked into the shower. He gave Danny eye contact. Then went into the shower cubicle opposite Danny. He turned his back as Danny tried not to look, and then turned the shower on and took his swim shorts off; letting them drop to his ankles. Danny looked. He had a meaty, slightly hairy ass. Big muscular thighs. He then bent down to grab his swim shorts. Revealing a big low hanging hairy scrotum. Danny kept staring. Drying himself. Drying his cock and rubbing it.
The Turkish guy turned around revealing a thick 6 inch semi hard dick. His chest hair run down and met his pubes. All tanned and sweaty. He closed his eyes not looking at Danny. And started to wash his body. First his hair, face, then pecs and arms, then running his hands to his cock and balls. Letting the shower gel run over his cock and balls as he washed it with his hands. He opened his eyes and looked at Danny. Danny looked away again and then looked back. They were locking eyes. The guy kept washing his dick. Getting his dick harder and harder. His dick was hairy and thick. Danny couldn’t stop staring. He raised his eye brows at Danny then moved his hand to sign for Danny to drop his towel. Danny did and his dick sprung from behind his towel. Rock hard wet cock 6in dick. The guy smiled and started to wank his dick. He signalled for Danny to turn round and show him his ass. Danny did and then bent over pulling his cheeks apart and looking back at the guy. The guy bit his lip. He locked to the left of the shower, to make sure no one else was in the changing room. He moved forward as Danny turned around to face him. He stuck his cock out further and looked down then looked at Danny signalling him. Danny’s heart was racing. He put his hand out and gently stroked the guy’s hard dick. The guy closed his eyes and moaned slightly. Danny then opened his hand and slowly put his dick in the palm of his hand. Slowly starting to wank it. The guy with his eyes closed moaned again and then encouraged saying “yes lad stroke daddy’s big dick.”
The changing room door then swung open. Danny moved his hand away, the guy moved back into the shower and closed his door. Danny moved back away into his shower cubicle too, putting the towel in front of his dick. 3 or 4 voices could be heard, talking about their workout they were going to have. A couple of minutes passed. The Turkish guy got out the shower and went to his locker and started to get changed. Danny followed to his locker, which was away from the guy’s locker. The 4 lads were still getting changed, taking ages, one turned and said “hi Hamza how’s it going?” The Turkish guy sheepishly turned around and said “all good cheers lads, gotta run I’m late”. The Turkish guy sped changed and was out the changing room door in 2 minutes, never looking back at Danny. Danny realised who it was it. He was Hamza, one of the sixth formers dads, Danny thought he recognised him. He was at the partners evening last week, he smelt great and was charming with all the ladies. Danny laughed to himself.
Danny got changed and walked out and looked at his phone, he had a photo message from Emma…
Danny’s dick was hard in his joggers thinking about feeling his first cock. 6 inch thick hairy cock from Hamza. Danny moved his bag in front of his bulge as he walked out the gym in case anyone could see. His dick was throbbing in his joggers. Danny got to his car and started to drive away. He decided not to look at the photo Emma had sent until he was locked away in his room. He could not wait.
Driving home Danny’s dick was throbbing away in his grey Adidas joggers. He had another ten minutes to drive, all he could think about was Hamza’s thick cock and what could have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted. Danny rubbed his dick through his joggers. His dick needed to be released and wanked hard.
Danny pulled into a country lane looking around for somewhere he came across a layby. He needed to have wank. He pulled into the layby. Only one car there a silver BMW. Danny parked about 10 meters behind it so he could discreetly get his cock out and wank it.
Danny undid his seat belt and then pulled down his grey joggers to his bulging blue topman boxers. A nice wet patch was visible where he had rubbed his wet bellend through his joggers. Danny looked around and couldn’t see any one. All clear.
Danny pulled his boxers down, his dick spring out of his boxers. Danny wrapped his hand around his cock and started to wank it, he closed his eyes. 10 seconds later the car in front door shut. Danny opened his eyes quickly and looked ahead and pulled his boxers up. In front of him was Hamza walking towards his car.
Danny smiled to himself. Was this coincidence? Hamza walked past Danny’s car.
Danny was unsure what was going on. He walked past the car to the bin behind where Danny had parked up, then slowly walked back past Danny’s driver side, looking in. He then stopped smiled and made eye contact with Danny. He raised his eye brows. Danny smiled back. He lent down to Danny’s window and Danny opened his window.
“Hi lad” Hamza said in his Turkish- English accent as he looked down at Dannys pulled up boxers, covering his dick
“Hi.” Danny said
“Can I get in” looking around Hamza said. Danny nodded. Hamza got in the passenger side. And immediately undone his belt and unzipped his flies and pulled his dick out from under his CK boxers. Danny could smell Hamzas aftershave, smelt so manly.
“I haven’t got long, need you to finish off what you started” he said.
Danny leant over and grabbed Hamza’s thick haired dick and started to play with it. Running his hands up and down his before gripping it and starting to wank it.
“Hmmm” Hamza moaned “good lad”. Hamza then leaned across and rubbed Danny’s boxers. “Pull them down lad” Hamza said. Danny did and his dick sprung up again. “Hmm” he started to wank Danny’s dick as he looked around for other cars. Danny grabbed Hamzas wrist to stop him. “You close lad?” Hamza asked. Danny nodded. “First time?” Hamza asked. “Yeh” Danny said. “Even better” Hamza said.
Hamza stopped wanking Danny’s dick then said “suck my dick lad. Taste my big Turkish dick”. Danny leant across and down then opened his mouth and put the thick hairy dick in his mouth. Hamza moaned and pushed Danny’s head further down on his cock, trusting st his mouth. Danny moved his head up and down trying to suck and not to gag on his first cock he’s sucked. Hamza kept moaning. Then he reached over behind Danny and run his hand down Danny’s back and over his ass before finding Danny’s slight hairy tight hole and rubbing his finger around it as with the other hand he pushed Danny’s head further down on his cock. With a rough push Hamza pushed his index finger tip into Danny’s tight ass. Danny moaned, Hamza sighed and then exclaimed “lovely tight ass lad”. Followed by “Fuk” as he pushed his finger further into Danny’s hole and pushed Danny’s head down further onto his cock. Before trusting and moaning loudly. Danny tasted Hamza’s salty cum in his mouth as he tried to swallow as Hamza forced his head further down his shaft.
Hamza released Danny’s head and his finger from Danny’s ass, Danny sat back up looking at Hamza. Hamza looked down as he cock. It was covered in cum and spit Danny couldn’t swallow it. Hamza reached into his pocket and got a tissue out and cleaned his dick. He looked at Danny. “You need to get better at swallowing lad. Never seen you at the gym before.” Danny said that he goes often but never that early. Hamza said “hopefully he’ll see him maybe next weekend. But he better keep his mouth shut”. Danny said of course.
Hamza pulled his jeans up and did his zip up and his belt. Then got out the car, threw the tissue in the bin before scurrying back to his car before driving off at speed
Danny sat there. Dick rock hard, with the taste of Hamzas cock and cum in his mouth. He grabbed his dick and with two jerks cum all over his hand and up his t shirt. He spasmed a couple of times. Fuk that was hot he thought. He couldn’t stop thinking about having his ass fingered by Hamza. Danny cleared himself up, put his coat on and drove home. Ready to run to his room and open the photo from Emma.
Danny got in shout hi to his mum. Then ran to his room. Shut his door. Pulled his joggers and boxers down. And laid on his bed and pulled up his t shirt. Ready for his cum to fire up his chest.
He opened the photo from Emma. It was a 9 inch caramel hard dick. Taken laying down: it was smooth, girthy with the cut mushroom head nice and wet. There was the dragon tattoo on the thigh. Danny knew it was Mr Orwell’s. He was looking at Mr Orwell’s big caramel cock.
Danny’s semi cock was now rock hard in his hand as he stroked it slowly, but now building up quicker.
Fuck he thought. He’d love to be on his knees sucking that one. Lucky Emma he thought.
He was wanking harder and quicker now. Thinking about that cock and imagining Mr Orwell had fingered his hole and not Hamza. 10 seconds later cum fired from Danny’s cock all up his chest. Danny laid back as the cum run down the side of his chest and stomach. He didn’t care. He had tasted his first cock today. Had his ass fingered today for the first time and saw Mr Orwell’s cock.
Danny cleaned himself up after laying on his bed for a few more minutes. What would tomorrow bring with Jay?
Monday morning came. Danny woke up with his morning glory and in the shower wanked it. Pushing his finger in his ass thinking of how his ass got played with by Hamza. Thinking about Hamza’s cock and how it tasted and how he wanted more. He needed to practice more so he could swallow next time. Maybe next Sunday morning if Hamza is at the gym again. But also thinking about Jay. What was going to happen? Was Jay pranking him or did he really want it? Danny pushed his index and middle finger deeper in his ass as he shot cum all over the shower screen. Hmmm Danny was nervous but excited.
At school in the staff room Emma ignored Danny and Mr Orwell was sick not in. Danny taught a few lessons but hadn’t seen Jay. And he hadn’t received any message from Jay. He wasn’t sure whether to go to the pavilion or not.
3pm and the final bell of the day went. Danny was nervous packing up his classroom and tidying up. 3.30 and he was ready. Should he wait around or not? Danny thought it was better for him to go just in case he got Emma or Mr Orwell in trouble or himself.
3.50 Danny put his stuff into his car. He was in his grey joggers and grey matching nike hoodie. 4pm he nervously walked over the pavilion it was quiet. No one around. He knew the sixth formers had football practice which finished about 3.30, but strange no one was around.
He headed to the pavilion then a voice called out “Danny you alright champ?” He turned round it was Mr Peters the PE head in his Aussie accent. He was in his short blue rugby shorts. Thick hairy tanned legs bulging out of them. He had his Aussie rugby top on revealing his muscular chest and big arms, all covered in mud. “Yeh fine thanks you?” Danny replied. “What you up to?” Peters said and winked at him. “Oh think I left some kit of mine in the pavilion last week. Need to get it.” “Ok champ get home safe. Gonna head for a shower” Peters said. “Thanks” Danny said and they both parted. Hmmm Danny’s dick twitched in his boxers at the thought of Peters showering his thick body.
Danny paused at the door and locked around. No one. He opened the door, it was dark. Danny walked in and called out “hello”. Silence. Danny found the light to the right and turned it on. No one. He wandered through to the home team’s changing room. The light was on from under the door. He paused and pushed open the door and slowly walked in. There stood Jay and Mus, the son of Hamza who had played with Danny’s ass yesterday, both still in their football kits. Football socks pulled up, muddy knees, looking hot and sweaty. “You did come sir” Jay said smiling “knew you would.” Mus was the cheeky but well educated lad. He was shorter than Jay about 5 ft 9 quite broad, sporty, good looking, always had his hair well styled and had a bubble butt.
“What you want?” Danny said
“Where we left off” Jay said and grabbed his dick through his black bulging football shorts…
“What you want?” Danny repeated. He could fill his dick getting harder at the sight of Jay grabbing his bulge. He looked at Mus wondering what Mus was there for too.
“Come on sir” Jay started up “we know you look at us. We know you’re gay and wanna help us out”
“What you mean?” Danny said
Jay pulled his shorts down and his black ck boxers down to reveal his hard 7 inch thick trimmed dick. “Suck me” he said.
Danny paused and looked at Mus.
Jay signalled to Mus. who pulled his shorts down and hid his smaller dick as he tried to play with it to wake it up.
Mus then said “I’m not sure about this Jay”
Jay looked at him then moved closer to him shorts pulled to his knees and put his arm around him “come on mate, you wanna see what it’s like to get sucked by a guy. When we were watching that bi porn last week you were up for it. I’m down for it. And he ain’t gonna tell anyone so there’ll be no trouble. If he tells then he’s fucked.” Jay said looking at Danny.
“I won’t” Danny reassured.
Mus played with his dick some more. Then said “he better not tell anyone. My dad would kill me. I ain’t gay.”
“No” said Danny. He took off his hoodie. And got on his knees in front of Jay. He could smell his sweaty dick. He could feel his dick throb in his briefs. He reached out and started to stoke Jays thick smooth dick, then moved his lips closer and wrapped his mouth around his dick. Jay let out a moan. “That’s it he said, I wanna see if gays suck better than girls.”
Danny kept sucking tasting the musky dick. He cupped Jays balls with one hand and then gripped the bottom on his shaft with the other and started sucking. He remembered all the techniques he had learnt over the last few years watching porn and sucking Hamzas dick yesterday morning. He hoped he was good.
Jay grabbed the back of Danny’s head and pushed his mouth further down on his dick, Danny now had all Jay’s dick in his mouth up to his balls. Danny was gagging tasting the sweet cock of Jay, who kept laughing. “Thought u were a proper gay who could deep throat sir” he said as he released Danny’s head. Danny pulled away eyes watering and spit running down his throat.
“Your go” Jay said and pointed to Mus.
Mus stood forward his dick was now hard. 5.5 inch max quite thick white hairy. Danny looked at Mus’s face. He was tanned with a well kept beard. He looked down at Danny and said “suck it then.”
Danny did as asked and started to suck. Sweaty dick. Danny enjoyed. Gripping his balls in one hand and the bottom of Mus’ shaft with the other. Slowly to start then building up. Mus moaned.
“It’s good right?” Jay asked Mus.
“Yeh bro.” Mus replied.
Danny kept sucking. Mus pulled away “slow down he said”
Jay thrust his dick forward again and forced it into Danny’s mouth. Hmm thought Danny as he could taste his sweet but salty precum at the end of Jay’s hard dick. He looked up at him and lifted his top revealing his abbs and run his hands up and down his stomach. Then down and behind Jay feeling his ass and cupping it as Jay started to face Fuk Danny. Danny’s eyes were watering again and he was choking. Jay forcefully thrust again and then out.
“Haha” Jay said. “Your go again bro”
Mus stepped forward and gently put his dick in Danny’s mouth. As he let out a sigh.
“You ain’t close are u bro?” Jay asked.
“Maybe, it’s too good.” Mus replied. Danny was loving this. Looking up at Mus thinking about how he was sucking on this thick dick and how it reminded him of Mus’ dads dick from yesterday morning. If only he knew. Both having thick dicks. Hamza’s being bigger but both tasted similar.
Meanwhile. Jay had moved behind Danny and pushed his shoulders forward so he was all 4s, and pulled his joggers down and Danny’s topman black briefs. Revealing Danny’s rock hard cock. Danny looked round what was Jay doing?
“There it is.” Jay said. “You are loving this sir ain’t u. “
Danny moved his head slightly.
“I’m gonna try it. I’m gonna Fuk ur virgin hole.”Jay said. He got on his knees behind Danny and spat on his dick. Before spitting on his Danny’s slightly hairy ass hole and pushing his spit into Danny’s hole with 2 fingers.
Mus looked at Jay with a worried look on his face. “Don’t worry bro. I’m gonna nut in here and u in his mouth”. With that Jay pushed his dick near to Danny’s hole. And pushed it in. It was met with resistance. Danny let out a pained sigh.
“Fuk sake let me Fuk ur ass sir. Relax otherwise I’ll get rough. You want this.”
Danny really did. He only ever had 3 fingers in his ass at once and Jays dick was a lot thicker.
Danny breathed in sucking Mus’ cock at the same time. Tasting his sweaty pre cum. Jay pushed his dick in further with force grabbing Danny’s shoulders. Feeling a pop sensation. And kept pushing deeper. Danny tried to wiggle but no good. Danny could sense his dick was leaking pre cum all down his leg. Jay pull out slightly and thrust a few more times as Mus pushed his dick deeper into Danny’s mouth.
“Fuk” exclaimed Mus. “I’m gonna cum”.
“Do it bro” encouraged Jay
With that Mus pushed in his throbbing dick further and grabbed Danny’s head. Forcing his cum into Danny’s mouth and throat. Danny tried to keep swallowing all Mus’ cum. He could taste the thick sweet and salty load running down his throat. Tasted the same as Mus’s dad’s; nice and thick.
At the same time Jay’s rhythm had built up and he also exclaimed “I’m gonna nut too” he was fuking Danny’s ass quicker and harder until he he pushed his cock in deep and moaned “fukkkk”. Danny could feel Jay’s cock tense and then relax as his cum filled Danny’s newly popped virgin hole. Jay relaxed his cock still in Danny.
Danny was licking Mus’ cock clean as he was trying to pull his shorts up. Jay pulled out. “Fuk that was hot sir” Danny turned round to see Jay’s wet with cummy cock. Danny turned round and quickly sucked Jays dick as he was pulling away. Jay pulled his shorts up. “Cheers sir. You better not say anything or else ure fucked.”
“I won’t and u two too” Danny pleaded.
The lads looked at each other, shorts pulled up and left the changing room quickly sprinting away.
Danny was on his knees. Joggers and briefs around his ankles. He could feel cum running out of his ass down his ass and thigh. His dick was wet and rock hard. He got to his feet and heard the front door bang and steps walking towards the changing room. Danny thought what have they left. Danny now on his feet still had his briefs and joggers around his ankles. He bent down to pull them up. The door swung open and there stood Mr Peters still in his muddy rugby kit with his towel. Danny stared into his eyes. Peters said in shock “what’s happened here?”
Danny tried to pull his briefs and joggers up. Peter’s walked over and said “slow down” and put his hand on Danny’s briefs blocking Danny from getting dressed.
“What happened?” Peter’s said staring at Danny’s hard dripping cock
Danny stayed silent.
“I saw Jay and Mus leaving here” Peters said as he moved one hand up Danny’s thigh and around his ass, feeling it and then stopping at Danny’s hole.
“Hmmmm” Peters moaned. Then with his index finger pushed into into Danny’s wet used hole. “Wet cum hole for Sir.” Said Peters in his Aussie accent. “Who was it?” Peters demanded. |
