Keith struggled to resist, but his hands obeyed another's will. Chad needed sex, he needed to be buried deep in the nearest warm body. Keith was the only other person in the room.
Chris was amused and horny, and acquiesced to Chad's and Keith's desires. Well, Chad's desire.
Keith was aware that he was begging Chris to pop his cherry, but he also knew this wasn't what he really wanted. Chad should have wished for a hot chick to fuck, not a guy's virgin bum. Was Chad a closet case?
While Chris lay curled up in a fetal position sobbing thank you to Chris for taking his cherry, Chris tucked Chad inside his fly, and proceeded to exit into the hallway.
The school counselor stopped Chris, "What are you doing here?"
As Chris turned to face her, Chad rose to full mast again tenting Chris' jeans.
"I'm a horny jock with a big cock looking for pussy!" Chris was shocked to hear his own voice say.
Ms. Chandler's jaw dropped. Chris' crotch was spewing pheromones everywhere.
"If you're looking for pussy, this is your lucky day!" Ms. Chandler said shocked at her own words. She took Chris back to her office, and they did it on her desk.
Chad went limp again, but the moment Chris exited the Counselor's office, he ran into another student, and Chad was hard again.
Damn, loving the one you're near was exhausting, thought Chris unhappily. Well, as soon as he finished with... his jaw dropped there wasn't just one student in the hall, but a whole group. Maybe if he could get the closest one to go somewhere remote, Chris might be able to get some rest. Chad couldn't create an orgy in the school hall could he?
Chris planned to go back to Keith, but now realized that he would just have a repeat session. He needed to get someplace alone where he could phone Keith to get a way to control Chad. He liked being horny, he liked having a big dick, he liked owning that former dickhead MVP Chad, but he was quickly getting tired of the indiscriminate sex.
"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"
Chris replied, "What do you think?"
An arm slid across his back, and started guiding him down the hall toward the auditorium. The voice said, "There's still a bed on the stage from last week's play," while the other hand massaged its way down Chris' chest toward his monster dick Chad. Chris was relieved after he finished with - who the hell was on his arm anyway?" He turned to look at the face of the person holding him.
Then looking over Chris' shoulder so their cheeks brushed, the person shouted, "Come on gang, we're going to the stage!" As the lips came back they locked with Chris' and a tongue plunged into his throat.