It didn’t take long for the pair to reach the lost and found area. It used to be a locker room from an old part of the gym, but isn’t used as one anymore as most of the plumbing there got busted from years of neglect and vandalism; instead of doing a repair overhaul the school had decided to repurpose it as a storage room of sorts and let every sports team share the locker rooms by the swimming pool; in the end it was more convenient that way as all of the athletic extra curricular clubs were conducted outdoors.
A hoard of equipment and benches were strewn haphazardly around the room and Mrs. Abuzalgo made a dental click as she passed them, seemingly disapproving of what she felt were wasted finances. There was barely any space that wasn’t touched by cobwebs and graffiti adorned the tiled walls; scribbles, tags and phrases like ‘Class of 95 Rulez!’ or ‘J.M. gives hella good head’.
Ethan wiggled his nose as a strong musty smell hit him. He glanced over at Mrs. Abuzalgo and wondered what she must have been thinking. Until today, the only people who knew anything about his current appendage was himself and Eric. Now that he got exposed outside of his fantasies, Ethan didn’t know how to feel; the little turtle though was having the day of its life, having cum over and over again, it was starting to feel sore, yet still up and eager.
“Um… I think I should be fine now, don’t you have a class to teach?” Ethan asked.
“Don’t worry Morales” Mrs. Abuzalgo began, “I know how to handle my students”.
Something about the way she said it, her usually high voice had a huskier undertone and it brought a shiver down Ethan’s spine. Was it normal for a teacher to be this attentive after such an incident? He shook his head quickly; it wasn’t like he had ever experienced getting sulfuric acid spilled on him, for all Ethan knew this could literally be part of the protocol. The teenager let out a sigh of relief, it was embarrassing for more people to find out about his secret, but they had been adults, members of the faculty even, surely they wouldn’t spread word around school. The worst had come and gone, now was the time to move on so he could get going to his next class.
“Oh speaking of classes, I’m missing quite a bit of history right now…” said Ethan.
“I’ll write a note, you worry too much” Mrs. Abuzalgo wiped a spot on a dusty bench clean with her hands, before gently placing her purse on top of it, she then started rummaging through a bin full of clothing. Occasionally tossing a few articles at Ethan, he grabbed as they came and let them rest around his neck; a pair of dark blue track pants and a hot pink worn out T-shirt with the words ‘Hot Stuff’ spelled out across the front via rhinestones- the boy wondered if the shirt was ever truly lost or simply abandoned for the sake of good taste.
“Seriously?” Ethan examined the shirt further as if it would magically improve itself somehow. Alas, unlike the ring, this was just a regular albeit garish shirt.
“It’s the biggest shirt in there” Mrs. Abuzalgo motioned towards the bin, though Ethan doubted her sincerity he did not argue any further, beggars can’t be choosers after all. Mrs. Abuzalgo stayed by the bin with her arms crossed, she and Ethan exchanged expectant looks. She waited for him to put on the clothing and he waited for her to give him a bit of privacy.
“Come on, it’s not like I haven’t already seen it” Mrs. Abuzalgo said firmly, her infamous gaze made Ethan feel small, practically infantile, despite how he physically towered over this woman; he figured that she was right and that he was silly to even question her.
Ethan took off the lab coat and let it fall to the floor along with the rest of his things. He could feel her eyes burning a hole into his flesh, her stare was intense but it was still easier this time around to be naked; being observed kept Ethan’s tiny cock eager and it twitched as it felt a pang of cold air. It began to throb, synchronizing to the beat of Ethan’s heart as he pulled the shirt over his head and bent down to pass one of his legs through a pant.
When he was done tying up the drawstrings, he looked up and saw a phone pointing at his direction.
“W…what are you doing?!” Ethan managed to blurt out. His heart felt like it was going to stop but go overdrive at the same time, an odd juxtaposed sensation. Was he day dreaming again? No it was all way too real, there was a knot in his stomach and he got angry at himself for ignoring all the red flags his teacher exhibited thus far.
“Uploading pictures of you to the cloud” said Mrs. Abuzalgo nonchalantly, tapping on her phone. “Done” the corners of her lips stretched outward forming a nasty smile.
Ethan’s mouth hung wide open, he wanted to scream but no sound came out. Mrs. Abuzalgo slowly approached her bewildered student, the clacking of her high heels echoed. The boy quivered when the woman standing before him reached up to grip his jaw, pulling it so he’d bend down to meet her gaze.
“If you don’t want these photos leaked” She started “you’ll have to do everything and anything I tell you to, is that understood Morales?” Ethan could barely catch his breath when the sound of a door opening and closing made him jump and he tried to look behind him. This was not acceptable to Mrs. Abuzalgo, her hands squeezed harder, forcing Ethan to stay focused on her “Answer me” she demanded. The boy nodded.
“You are a very naughty girl metuka sheli, I told the T. A. to observe the students while I’m gone so we have a bit of time…” Coach Abuzalgo had said as he walked in, then his eyes travelled from his wife to Ethan, the scene confused him. What was his wife’s hand doing on the face of one of his swimmers? Why was the boy wearing that ridiculous shirt? How did they come to be here? Alone?
Mrs. Abuzalgo gave her husband a warm, yet mischievous smile “Osher”. She went over to him, wrapped both arms around his neck and planted a quick peck on the lips. Coach Abuzalgo returned the kiss, but kept his gaze on Ethan.
“Metuka…” Coach Abuzalgo whispered “explain”.
“You know how we’ve been talking about how… we could spice things up a little more?” She replied in a sing-song voice, twirling his thick black beard. He raised his eyebrows.
“You… how… but he” The man could not finish his sentence, feeling flustered and still trying hard to process everything that was happening.
“A threesome” Mrs. Abuzalgo declared quite loudly as her hand moved down her husband’s chest then grabbing his increasingly swelling crotch. She turned around to face Ethan “Isn’t that right Morales?” Much like a bobble head toy Ethan instantly bobbed his head in agreement, though he wasn’t really sure what he was getting into, it didn’t seem like he had a choice.
“But metuka... I…I…” Coach Abuzalgo was hesitant, he knew his wife is a spontaneous woman, her sense of adventure was one of the things that he loved about her, but perhaps this time she had gone too far. To involve an under aged student was extremely reckless, but most of all, did it have to be Ethan Morales? Not only was the boy the star athlete of the swim team, Coach Abuzalgo had once caught a glimpse of the boy’s whole dong and family jewels in the showers. The boy was rocking an 8 inch semi at the time, and what he was packing at that state would be the envy of most men, let alone the coach who had always felt lacking in that department. The prospect of having a threesome with such a specimen made the man both curious and terrified he wouldn’t be surprised if his wife left him for that much juicer piece of meat.
Mrs. Abuzalgo placed a finger to her husband’s lips “Show him” she ordered the boy “Now”.
There was a moment of hesitation, never in his life did the 17 year old think he would ever be in this position, it was humiliating, frightening and oh so god damn hot. His chest was in pain from all of the excitement and his hands couldn’t stop shaking, Ethan gripped the drawstrings and he held them for a minute, preparing himself for the unknown. He squeezed his eyes shut as he undid the tie and pulled the sweats down to his ankles.
The coach’s eyes widened like saucers, his parted lips couldn’t help but form a half smile “But I’ve seen you, you had a big…” his hands in the air parallel and moving away from each other to demonstrate his meaning.
“He puts on a fake” Mrs. Abuzalgo laughed, still fondling her husband’s crotch.
‘That’s one convincing fake’ the coach thought, staring at the puny dick poking out from folds of skin. It was curious, how could this be; especially when the boy had such a magnificent pair of low hanging testicles. “That can’t be real” Coach Abuzalgo exclaimed, this must be some bizarre prank.
Mrs. Abuzalgo returned to Ethan’s side and pulled on the boy’s dick “100 percent” she said confidently. The dick was already hard so it couldn’t stretch out any further; her husband ran a hand through his hair as the wife reassured him “You’re the biggest man here”.
The 40 year old woman put a hand on the teenager’s chest and pushed him gently down onto a nearby bench. She slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing a dusty pink lacey push up bra. The two males kept their eyes on her as she continued with the strip down, shimmying out of her skirt one could see that her panties matched as well, dusty pink with lace and a few small ribbons. Had she been facing her husband, he would have seen that she was already very much wet; Ethan on the other hand had the clearest view.
Mrs. Abuzalgo reached to her back and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off, her humongous breasts loses it’s support almost instantly and they sagged, Ethan contemplated their softness and how it would feel like were he to rub his face into them. Would she like that? What could he do to make her feel good? Having a big and long penis meant that the answer always seemed so obvious and Ethan would let people do what they wanted, but now that he gave away his one option, he felt obligated to figure out different ways to please a woman, but he didn’t know where to start. Ethan wondered if this was how many men with small penises thought and was once again reminded of how oblivious he had been until now, was he even a good lover before or had people simply been enamored by the novelty of a big dick?
The woman slipped her panties off and turned around to face her husband once more “Look Osher, look” she said as she backed down onto the teenager’s lap. Mrs. Abuzalgo used a single index finger to circle around her engorged clit “I’m about the same size!” she cried. She positioned her pelvis down lower as much as she could and tried rubbing the clitoris against Ethan’s tiny cock. The boy shuddered and let out a whimper. “Are you going to cum again?” Mrs. Abuzalgo asked in a mocking tone “That just won’t do”. She ordered her husband to pass on the ‘extra, extra, extra small condoms’ that were lying on the floor in a pile of Ethan’s things. He did so and she put one of them on the boy and giggled as it fit snuggly.
Now that he was standing closer to the action the coach observed in awe as his wife grinded against the teenager, even if Ethan wanted to fuck her, he couldn’t, because it barely even gets in, it was like looking at the tip of someone’s finger tickling her. The coach could feel his own dick straining against the fabric of his pants.
Ethan sighed, when he had a 12 inch cock it could plow through the spongy burrows of any woman brave enough to take on the challenge. Random girls who were curious about him would eventually help themselves to his cock and he tried to remember what it had felt like, but he had been less than appreciative to that too. Now his little toy soldier grazed at the woman’s folds and would occasionally be swallowed whole as she moved up and down. There was no physical tension, he wasn’t big enough this time for anything to get stretched out; the act was akin to someone cupping it lightly and with the condom on he felt less of the fleshy sensation, yet the teasing actually made him curl his toes.
“Come Osher… show him how it’s done” Mrs. Abuzalgo gave her husband a come-hither look and that gave him the little boost he needed.
The coach took his dick out and Ethan could see that it was short, though could he really say that now? It was give or take about 4 inches, but quite thick around and there was a very noticeable circumcision scar that gave the coach’s two-toned skin a partition; he had a very light pink cock head and the color spread to what would have been the inner foreskin, it cuts starkly to a dark almost grayish tone that fades at the base of the penis to a more light brown.
Holding his dick tight, Coach Abuzalgo readied himself to enter his wife, but paused for a minute and grinned. The full length of Ethan’s penis could barely match the length of the coach’s engorged dick head. This whole time he had been intimidated by this boy’s physique but being able to compare each other where it truly counted made him elated beyond belief.
Coach Abuzalgo thrust his hips hard into his wife’s warm wet opening. She gasped and evidently Ethan did too. As when he did, he slid against the boy’s puny dicklet, the man sucked in some air as he started bucking in and out slowly at first and then picked up the pace. ‘That’s right’ he thought to himself as he not only saw the signs of pleasure reflected in his wife’s face but that of his star athlete ‘Feel every inch of me, THIS is what a real man feels like!’.
Mrs. Abuzalgo’s juices flowed down Ethan’s balls and dripped to the floor, Ethan was so exhausted from coming repeatedly in the nurses’ office before that now all he could do was just lay there, mouth agape and drooling, back of his head against the floor, body was aching and his little sore pathetic dick throbbing from being over worked. The coach planted rough kisses all over Mrs. Abuzalgo’s pale freckled body, occasionally leaving angry purple hickeys in its wake. He dug his fingernails into her back and she did the same to his. Ethan felt a familiar stirring downstairs and as he watched the married couple fuck on top of him, he wondered, no, he longed to know what it would feel like to be fucked like that too.
“Fuck me coach” Ethan blurted out. Suddenly the movements stopped. Realizing what he had just said, he raised his head and began stuttering but then laughter, an almost shrieking laughter came out of Mrs. Abuzalgo. She got off the boy and pats her husband on the back.
“Why don’t you give the kid what he wants?” she said with a slight pant.
Coach Abuzalgo looked at the boy on the bench he was so tall, so muscular and almost as hairy as he was, he wasn’t gay by a long shot but the prospect was intriguing and could one really call Ethan Morales ‘male’ with that thing between his legs? It wouldn’t surprise him if the kid turned out to be intersex or something. “Sit up” the coach insisted and Ethan obeyed. Coach Abuzalgo then waved his hard cock, slobbering wet from fucking his wife, in the teenager’s face “You want this?” He asked. Ethan could smell the sweat and funk and his asshole twitched, this would be his first time; he nodded, his eyes focused on the light pink cock head, glossy and mesmerized.
The older man grabbed the top of Ethan’s head and made the boy face him “Our next event competing against Birch, you do good there and I’ll give you your treat little bitch”.
“Yes sir” Ethan replied, beaming.
“My, I’ve really corrupted you over the years” said Mrs. Abuzalgo, shifting her weight into one foot and placing a hand on one side of her hips.
“I learned from the best metuka sheli” The coach bent down to kiss his wife passionately, keeping her close and running his fingers through her disheveled hair. He took her hand and brought her in closer to the teenage boy. Ethan was about eye-level to their junk, he looked at them both.
“Clean up this mess” Coach Abuzalgo said wagging his erection and fingering his beloved. Ethan made an audible gulp before inching closer to the coach’s cock. The coach stopped him “Where are your manners little bitch? Ladies first” he used the hand that was fondling her and shoved Ethan’s face into his wife’s musky pussy. Ethan’s nose seemed to have made more of an impact than his miniscule penis as she started moaning as soon as it went in. The boy didn’t take it out however, he breathed through his mouth first then cranked his neck up and down while his tongue curved and pushed into the many folds of her labia. The translucent milky substance was sweet. He swirled his tongue in a clockwise motion before sliding it into the crevice. His nose slithered out from her folds, grinding against her clit as he pushed his tongue further inside. The taste turned more sour the deeper he got, his eyes looked up at Mrs. Abuzalgo and from her contorted expressions Ethan could tell that he was doing a good job.
The bottom half of the boy’s face was slobbering wet with cum and he wiped the majority of it off with the back of his hand, but instead of stopping there, he licked that up too, keeping eye contact with the coach in hopes that this would please him; it did.
No words had to be said, Ethan went for the space between the coach’s balls and base of the penis. The older man’s hot cock rubbed hard against the boy’s face, Ethan wanted to save that for last. He let his tongue go down into the sack and felt the space between the two testicles, letting his tongue jab it like a jackhammer, he then trailed down to the coach’s gooch, lapping up the funky salty sweat. Ethan could hear Coach Abuzalgo moan loudly and Mrs. Abuzalgo chuckle in approval. He swallowed the balls whole and the older man slapped him lightly.
“That hurt, careful you bitch!” he grunted.
Ethan furrowed his brows and quickly apologized, then covered his teeth with his lips, getting ready for the main event. The teenager rested the tip of Coach Abuzalgo’s penis in between his folded lips. He then used the sheer sucking force to pull the rest of the penis into his mouth. Thick wiry pubic hair tickled his nose and Ethan could feel the bumps on the circumcision scar pressing against the walls of his mouth as he sucked harder. When the coach grabbed Ethan’s hair, he relaxed and let the dick stay in his mouth for a second, then treated the man to some slow swirling action, left, right, left, right, into the piss slit, left, right, left, right, piss slit. He noted how the coach’s piss slit did not taste like his own, back when he gave himself auto fellatio, what he would give to taste that sweetness again, but that might mean sucking off his brother, so he pushed that thought aside and tried to focus on the cock that was currently in his mouth.
For the finale, Ethan opened his jaw wide and slowly took Coach Abuzalgo’s whole package into his mouth, it was a tall order and a tight fit, but he managed it somehow. The older man grabbed Ethan’s hair but did not say anything, instead he raised his chin into the air, eyes shut tight, ready for whatever came next. Ethan released his lips from the fold and let his teeth rake through as he pulled out slowly, his lips smoothing everything out as the coach’s cock and balls hit the open air. The boy could feel semen guzzling out into his throat and he tried his best not to choke.
Ethan swallowed, the corners of his mouth stretching from ear to ear.
The sound of clapping echoed, it was Mrs. Abuzalgo, when she stopped she tossed something in the boy’s face. He picked it up and saw that it were her pair of dusty pink lacey panties with the tiny satin ribbons.
“A souvenir” She said. Coach Abuzalgo shook his head amused and he gave her a peck on the cheek. Mrs. Abuzalgo handed Ethan a piece of paper “your note, you better get going now Hot Stuff” she smiled wickedly “you’re missing quite a bit of history”.