Chapter 9
Mr. Peterson wasn't in class the next day, so Cory couldn't ask him about the room he was supposed to visit after school. When he mentioned it to Sam, the young man just shrugged his shoulders and kept walking. So at the end of the day, Cory decided to go. To satisfy his curiosity if nothing else.
When he walked in, he gasped. The room had about fifteen teachers in it, almost the entire staff, and everywhere they were fucking students.
Since it was an all-boys school, that meant more students than Cory had realized were gay or bi.
Sam and some of his friends were on their hands and knees, taking it at both ends.
Cory could feel himself getting hard as his wide eyes watched them getting stuffed from behind while they sucked a cock in front of them.
Beneath each of them was another student, sucking on their dick.
At the back of the room, tied stomach down on a table, was Mr. Peterson, sucking on the Headmaster's cock.
The Headmaster looked back and smiled as he saw Cory, waving the younger man over.
Cory couldn't tear his gaze away from the dick sliding in and out from between Mr. Peterson's lips.
The teacher wasn't sucking very eagerly, and Cory remembered that Mr. Peterson had never done anything like that to either him or Sam; he'd only taken what the younger men had to give.
"Hello, Cory," the Headmaster greeted him, his hands on the top of Mr. Peterson's head.
Mr. Peterson was watching Cory out of the corner of his eye, although most of his concentration was on not choking.
The Headmaster continued talking as Cory rubbed the bulge at the front of his pants.
"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on. "
"Um, yes, Sir." Cory tore his gaze away from the fascinating visual of Mr. Peterson sucking cock. He was also amazed at the Headmaster's capability for carrying on a normal conversation.
"Well you see, Cory, the teachers here have a bit of a, ahem, club going on, you might say.
We approach students who we think would be interested and then bring them to a meeting.
Mr. Peterson seems to have approached you and then decided to keep you to himself for a while.
" Mr. Peterson moaned around the Headmaster's dick as he gave a particularly brutal thrust. "Chad here seems to have a penchant for finding students, but often fails to bring them in immediately, you being the latest case.
Coach Hamilton alerted me to the possible irregularity, and so of course, I looked in on it first chance I got. "
Cory glanced over at where Coach Hamilton was fucking Buck, his quarterback, the two looking as in sync as they were on the football field. He blushed, remembering his encounters with both of them.
The Headmaster continued, "We told Chad that the next time he didn't share we'd have to punish him, so here he is.
Chad doesn't like to be a bottom much. He's more of a top, but he does enjoy it when forced.
Of course, he's not doing a very good job of sucking my dick, right now, so I think I'm going to have to change places. "
Popping his dick out of Mr. Peterson's mouth, the Headmaster walked around behind Mr. Peterson as the teacher moaned, "Dave, please..."
"Quiet, Chad." The Headmaster slapped Mr. Peterson on the ass hard as he lined his dick up. Looking at Cory he said, "Stick your prick in his mouth, young man, that'll keep him quiet."
Mr. Peterson's eyes begged for a reprieve, but Cory was so horny and so eager to finally have Mr. Peterson doing something for him that he managed to ignore the look.
And the Headmaster was right, as Mr. Peterson started sucking on his dick, he did seem to enjoy himself.
Then the Headmaster started pushing his wide cock into Mr. Peterson's ass, and Cory nearly lost control as Mr. Peterson's agonized moans massaged his dick.
Remembering how big around the Headmaster's dick was, Cory did feel a little sorry for Mr. Peterson, but the teacher had brought it on himself.
Looking around the room as Mr. Peterson sucked his dick, Cory realized he was interested in encounters with a lot of the people in there.
New and interesting things were going on, and Mr. Peterson had apparently just planned on running Cory's sex life all on his own.
Now Cory was being presented with a banquet of opportunities, and he was liking the outlook.
The mouth on his dick became more eager the longer the Headmaster fucked Mr. Peterson.
Cory realized his teacher must be getting used to the anal invasion.
He was mesmerized by the sight of Mr. Peterson's tight ass swallowing up the Headmaster's thick dick.
Pushing himself deeply into his teacher's throat, he leaned forward to watch.
The Headmaster was grunting and heaving, thrusting forcefully with his hands on Mr. Peterson's hips for balance and leverage.
Cory knew when the Headmaster was about to come because he tensed up all over and his fingers dug into Mr. Peterson's sides.
Mr. Peterson cried out around Cory's dick, the reverberations vibrating through his entire body.
Sighing happily, the Headmaster pulled his limp dick from Mr. Peterson's ass and slapped the firm cheek. Looking up he asked, "Would you like a try, Cory?"
Cory stared at the pink, slightly gaping hole, his cock buried in Mr. Peterson's throat.
Pulling out of Mr. Peterson's mouth, Cory walked around to where the Headmaster was standing.
Mr. Peterson moaned and started to say something but fell silent as the Headmaster smacked his ass again.
Patting Cory's shoulder, he encouraged, "Go ahead, this is probably your only chance.
I can't imagine Chad will allow himself to be caught again like this. "
Realizing that the Headmaster was right, and also that he really wanted to fuck Mr. Peterson, Cory excitedly lined up his dick with his teacher’s anus. It was still slightly open, but much smaller than the head of his dick. Taking a deep breath, he pushed in.
Mr. Peterson sighed in a kind of reluctant contentment as Cory quickly filled him up.
His ass was tight and wet with the Headmaster's cum.
Cory began to thrust, quickly in and out.
Over the past few weeks, as Mr. Peterson had introduced him to sex and pleasure, he hadn't even realized how much he wanted to take his pleasure directly from his teacher, but after that first time jerking him off, Mr. Peterson had always had Sam pleasure Cory while he watched.
Cory suddenly realized what the Headmaster meant by tops and bottoms. He realized that he was mostly a bottom, but he did like being on top sometimes. Like right now... knowing that Mr. Peterson was finally underneath him and he was in charge was a rush like nothing else.
Picking up the pace, he started slamming into Mr. Peterson's ass, enjoying the tightness and the inner convulsions.
Underneath them, the Headmaster was jerking Mr. Peterson off, and Cory smiled, knowing that Mr. Peterson was getting pleasure from being fucked by his student and protegé.
Coach Hamilton, Buck, Sam and several others stepped up to watch Mr. Peterson's punishment, as he was taken by the student he'd been keeping from them.
Hearing Mr. Peterson's moans, Cory realized his teacher was as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur, another hidden fetish.
He personally felt a little shy with all these people watching.
It was much different from having just Mr. Peterson watch.
It wasn't enough to kill his hard-on, but it was enough to keep him from coming.
As Cory fucked harder and harder, the Headmaster suddenly announced, "He's coming!
" and Cory knew Mr. Peterson was orgasming all over the desk in front of him.
The teacher's ass clenched and rippled, pleasuring Cory greatly.
Thrusting all the way in, Cory held himself there to enjoy it but he didn't come.
He just took in the sensations of Mr. Peterson's ass gripping him.
When the Headmaster stood again, Cory started fucking Mr. Peterson again, knowing that his teacher now had nothing to distract him from the fact that he was being fucked by his student.
Cory remembered when he had come, and Mr. Peterson had begun fucking him, the erotic experience and pleasures of just taking a dick in his ass.
He hoped Mr. Peterson was feeling some of that now.
Moving harder and faster, it became easier and easier to ignore their small audience. It wasn't as if the other people in the room weren't doing their own thing. Only a few were watching him and Mr. Peterson.
Leaning forward, Cory ground his dick into Mr. Peterson's ass and then suddenly thrust rapidly several times. Gasping, he arched his back, pressing deep into Mr. Peterson's ass as he began to come. Spasming a little, he filled Mr. Peterson's ass with its second load of cum.
When he pulled out, Coach Hamilton smiled and patted his shoulder. "We're all about ready to go now. You'll be back tomorrow?"
Cory helped the Headmaster untie the moaning Mr. Peterson as he thought about it.
"Yes, I think so," he said, as Mr. Peterson smiled at him.
"I was going to bring you here eventually," Mr. Peterson told him, "I just wanted you to myself for a bit."
"That's okay," Cory replied. "I'm here now. And I didn't mind at all."
The End