Everybody Knows
Commission for anonymous.
"Wesley Halford to the principals office. Wesley Halford to the principals office."
The low, audible hum that normally accompanied an announcement of someone being sent to the principal coursed throughout the classroom as Wes felt a chill run up his spine. He glanced to a few students as the teacher spoke over the noise, asking them to keep it down. The young, anthro Pikachu teen heaved himself to his feet and collected his belongings, stuffing them into his bag and stepping out of the classroom.
What was this about? Wes felt his heart pounding in his chest and he turned to walk down the spacious hall, his fingers fidgety. He hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't cheated on a test, bullied anyone, and yet...here he was, being called in to see the principal. The fear of the unknown was beginning to settle in as he adjusted the hem of his plain white shirt, rolling his shoulders inside the black blazer.
It didn't take long for the principals office to come into view, but much to Wes' surprise, someone stood outside of it. The pikachu nervously stepped forwards and got closer to the door, and quickly realised who was standing there waiting for him.
"G...Good morning, Mr. Favreau, sir." Wes gulped anxiously as he drew closer to the man, who observed him with folded arms. Mr. Favreau was a particularly strong and imposing man: an 'Entei', to be specific, a legendary species that was rare and often not seen in day-to-day life. He was the vice principal of the school and ran the majority of it with an iron fist, whilst the primary principal did most of the negotiation and admin. Mr. Favreau was an incredibly hands-on man, who also taught history. His near-withering stare made Wes nervous.
"Young Halford," His voice boomed in a low baritone, his eyes flaring with the hidden power behind them. "Follow me."
Wes gulped again, and he nodded, quietly following alongside the Entei as they moved through the halls of the school, the principals office far behind them. Wes had a number of questions he wanted to ask, but only one who could reach his mouth in that moment. He opened his lips to speak and second-guessed himself, before he eventually bit the bullet and spoke.
"Am I in trouble?" The question was simple, yet lined with all manner of meanings. He sounded almost pleading as he said it. The Entei glanced down at him and a rumble escaped his throat, something of a quiet, brief chuckle.
"No." He informed him, and Wes felt himself relax. It opened up more questions, but it was good to know he wasn't going to be reprimanded for something.
Their journey brought them to the other end of the school, and there sat the Entei's apparent destination: the Teacher's Lounge. A private room specifically for teachers to store their personal belongings and have some downtime between classes, one that was coveted by most of the students. Many of them had wondered what lay behind the door with it's bronze plated nametag. Some had speculated all manner of recreational activities, whilst others cruelly assumed a dungeon lay beyond. Once again, it was an unknown, and Wes felt his stomach tightening with anxiety at the thought. Mr. Favreau grasped the handle and pushed the door open.
It wasn't anything like Wes had expected, at all. In fact, it was rather plain and quaint. A small circular table sat at the far end of the room with a kitchenette just behind it, a small fridge and corner counter top bearing nothing but a microwave and a coffee maker. Opposite that, to Wes' right, sat two couches, placed perpendicular to each other with a small end table wedged into the corner. A TV hung in the opposite corner, attached to the wall. The rest of the space on the right hand side was filled with lockers and pigeon holes, each one full of various things. The pikachu stood stunned for a moment, before the Entei ushered him inside, closing the door behind him.
Wes soon came to realise that he wasn't here alone with the vice principal. Standing over by the microwave was Mr. Lowe, a relatively short and nerdy Eevee who was widely ridiculed in secret by the student body. Lounged on the couch, sipping from a mug, was an arcanine known simply as 'Radkov' who those he taught, without a title. He had the hint of a slavic accent and all the ferociousness of one. He taught literature, whilst Mr. Lowe taught mathematics.
"I see you brought him." Someone suddenly spoke from behind Wes, causing him to turn. He was greeted to the sight of Dr. Rakes, the head of the science department. He was an Abra who had no need to walk everywhere and instead chose to float his lanky frame above the ground, often sitting cross-legged. He was as smart as he was witty, and he was well liked by just about everyone. Wes suddenly began to feel particularly nervous, surrounded by not one, but 4 teachers.
"Take a seat by Radkov, would you Wes?" Favreau gestured, and the pikachu bowed his head for a moment, before stepping over and slipping into the seat beside the arcanine. Radkov was muscular, the tautness of his shirt making is evident how framed his pecs were and how much muscle he bore. He was a man who kept in shape, and liked to show it off.
"Mr. Favreau, sir..." Wes began awkwardly as Radkov slipped an arm around the back of the couch, giving the impression he was bringing Wes in closer. "I don't understand why I'm here."
"We've heard some particularly difficult to swallow rumours from Thornwood, the imbecile." Lowe stepped closer, a pot of noodles in his hand as he adjusted the large spectacles that sat on the end of his nose, the legs magically suspended. Wes felt his stomach drop at the mention of the Hypno who had come into his home, who his uncle had so generously invited to lewd him.
"Oh god, not this again..." Wes mumbled quietly under his breath.
"We want to know..." The entei began, his voice low and ominous. "...What was it like? How big was he?"
Wes snapped his head up to see their faces. Their lips were curled into a smile, and Dr. Rakes seemed to be trying very hard not to laugh. He looked to them all in turn before his eyes darkened and his jaw set.
"Why does that matter?" Wes asked and the teachers exchanged a glance.
"Halford, we're just joking around." Rakes pointed out, feeling a little bad for him. Wes felt the arcanine's hand coming around to place itself on his left shoulder. He felt the warmth of Radkov's arm against his upper back, and the pikachu tensed.
"How many people did Mr. Thornwood tell?" Wes asked cautiously. "He was meant to..."
"Keep it a secret?" Lowe interjected with an apologetic expression, readjusting his glasses. "That hypno has the spine of a coward. He told just about all the school faculty he could trust not to say anything. Felt like it boosted his ego."
"Asshole." Wes muttered darkly to himself, and Radkov chuckled next to him, tightening his grip a little.
"Quite." The arcanine agreed with him, much to Wes' surprise. He glanced back up at the other teachers again.
"So I'm here, because...?" Wes could easily guess. They all wanted a slice of the pie, as it were. To molest him, perhaps even degrade him. Whilst it was obvious from the way the arcanine pulled him closer, he couldn't tell about the others. They all bore peculiar, unreadable expressions.
None of them replied, and the air around them grew tense. Wes felt awkward, but he could have sworn there was something else in their eyes. Rakes turned and floated his way towards the door, reaching for the lock and twisting it. That more or less confirmed what they planned to do.
It started slow. Wes felt Radkov's hand sneaking in under the collar of his blazer, pushing it past his shoulder to expose his rather twinkish features, still hidden underneath his thin, white shirt. Radkov moved in his seat and began to pull down the blazer further, until Wes began to aide him, sliding his hands out of the armholes and anxiously fidgeting, placing them on his lap.
"He's cute." The vice principal suddenly said, much to Wes' surprise. He didn't peg the Entei for that kind of person, yet here he was, about to do something rather sordid.
"I always thought that." Lowe remarked quietly as he moved in to sit beside the pikachu, placing a hand down on his knee. Wes glanced down at it for a moment as he felt Radkov's fingers trace along his opposite hip, reaching towards the hem of his shirt. He watched as those fingers curled around towards the buttons of his shirt, popping each of them effortlessly. He did it slowly and methodically, and Wes could feel the arcanine's eyes on him as he popped each one, judging his reaction, seeing how he felt.
It didn't take long for all of the buttons to be undone, and the shirt naturally laxed and fell open at the front, revealing a portion of Wes' chest, lacking in any definitive muscle tone. He felt Radkov's warm hand slide in against his short, fuzzy fur, and his stomach immediately quivered from the touch.
Rakes murmured something to the entei in front of him, who nodded, reaching up to politely smooth down the tussel of fur around his chin that tucked into his own shirt. He reached down, hooking his thumbs into the waistline of his own trousers, as if he were tempting Wes with something. The pikachu raised his eyes to meet the entei's gaze, and sensed the hunger in his eyes. Favreau slowly reached his hands down, pulling down the zipper of his formal trousers, and then undoing the metal clasp that kept the waistline together. The trousers sagged from a lack of tension and the fly parted open. Still, they clung around the entei's manly hips and slight curvature as he reached down into his pants, sinking beneath the band of his underwear. He wrestled with something for a moment, before it came into view.
He slowly tucked his underwear underneath his balls as he greeted Wes to the sight of his impressive, legendary member. Half-hard and pulsing, the brown-coloured, foreskinned cock hung in the air. Wes felt his mouth go dry at the sight: though he was irritated at Thornwood and felt a little bit uncomfortable, he couldn't deny the entei's natural...well, 'beauty'. Any man, especially a gay one, could apprecite a good body, and Wes was no different. The sight of that cock had his heart racing. Rakes chuckled beside the vice principal.
"He likes it." The abra mused, and Wes realised that the doctor was probing his mind. Wes' blank expression quickly hardened and his lips drew into a line. Rakes raised his hands in surrender at his expression and Wes softened, albeit it only a little. He hadn't exactly got much leverage here: there were 4 of them, and 1 of him.
He felt Radkov's hand trail up his body, stroking around his chest as the entei shuffled closer to the couch, letting his slowly hardening cock hang there tantalisingly, tempting Wes to touch it. The pikachu slowly reached his hand up and he could practically feel the heat emanating from the fire type's impressive member. The sensation made him briefly shudder and he suddenly felt a hand on his crotch. he snapped his gaze down to see the Eevee's hand groping his package. It was a little strange for him, given that Lowe was at least 20 years older than him, yet was almost the same height, perhaps even shorter, than Wes himself.
He could feel their hands on him, groping and squeezing, touching him in all manner of places, but his focus quickly turned towards the cock in front of him. Favreau gripped the base of his cock, waggling it up and down gently, teasing Wes with the sight of it. Eventually, the pikachu couldn't take it anymore: whether it was for curiosity or a pure, carnal lust, he grasped his hand around the length of the member, holding it against his fingertips. He felt it pulse and throb against his touch and Favreau let out a tender, quiet sigh, apparently rather pleased that he finally gave it. Slowly, Wes peeled the foreskin backwards, watching as it revealed the pulsing, hot, red glans. They swelled as the cock suddenly stiffened a little under his touch and Wes gulped, his lips slightly parted. His fingers trailed down, tracing along the veins that lined the member, before his hand travelled back up, his fingers settling in just underneath the edge of the glans. He stroked a little for a moment, his fingers running along the sensitive edge, and he heard the entei groan in delight.
Whilst Wes stroked the member, Lowe had already made the necessary preparations with Wes' crotch, popping the button of his trousers and worming his hand into the teen's pants. He could feel the warm pulsing of the boy's cock, felt his 6 inch member wildly twitching against his hand, felt the pre-cum oozing plentifully against his palm. A smirk spread across the Eevee's lips as Radkov's fingers trailed delicately across the boy's nipples, pinching them lightly between his fingers. The arcanine's breath was hot and heavy.
Soon enough, their hands became more greedy, more well placed, and Wes' focus was momentarily diverted to what they were doing. He watched as Lowe's hand removed itself from his pants and reached towards his hips, yanking down his pants on either side. Radkov aided him, lifting the pikachu up for a moment. Wes watched with wide eyes as his trousers and underwear were rather hungrily removed, sliding down towards his ankles. There, Lowe removed his shoes and yanked the pants off completely, freeing his legs. Wes wondered why for just a moment, but it soon became apparent. His eyes bulged as the entei stepped forwards, lifting his legs up completely and spreading them apart.
"Allow me." Rakes suddenly spoke and joined in, dipping in underneath the vice principal and sliding onto his knees in front of the pikachu's body. He reached up and tucked his hands in under the back of the teen's legs, keeping him nice and spread as his head dipped down. Wes had spent enough time with his uncle and father to know where that mouth was heading, and it didn't take long for him to feel the sudden warmth on a tongue against his quivering hole. He felt the abra's tongue slathering and sliding against his behind, sweetly kissing his pucker. Lowe's hand returned to Wes' twitching, aching erection, and Wes let out a quiet groan as the Eevee hungrily stroked his member back and forth.
Radkov moved, much to Wes' surprise, and began to undress. The pikachu stared at him and watched as the arcanine yanked his shirt over his head, revealing what he had expected: muscular pecs and a well trained body, with hard abs and manly hips. Favreau was beginning to change as well, letting his trousers fall to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it part to reveal his average frame, covered in a collection of white and brown fur.
Another restrained groan escaped Wes' lips as he felt the abra's tongue poking and prodding, invading his rear end and slipping into his tight ass. He felt it flick and curl around as it caught his orifice at every angle, coating the first couple of inches of his innards with spittle. The abra's hands greedily clutched and gripped at his legs, a moan escaping his lips for the first time. His tongue slid back and forth until the sounds became wet and audible.
Lowe had plans of his own as well, his head dipping down and suddenly wrapping around Wes' cock, much to his surprise. The pikachu let out a quiet gasp as he felt the warmth of the eevee's tongue around the head of his cock, swirling around to catch every available angle. His hand continued to mercilessly pump the base of the boy's cock as his head bowed back and forth. The pleasure shot up Wes' spine and he closed his eyes, relishing the sensations. When he had come into school this morning, he had not expected this outcome. Perhaps it wasn't as bad as he thought.
"Alright you two, that's enough. I'm sure he's more than ready now." The entei suddenly spoke, as on command, the two teachers pulled back, leaving Wes mostly naked on the couch, his gaze flicking between them nervously. Radkov stepped forwards as the entei gestured to him, and the arcanine moved back into his seat beside the pikachu. Wes wondered what he was doing for a moment, but soon found out. Radkov scooped him up, manhandling him around until the pikachu was straddling his lap, facing him. Radkov bore a toothy grin, his eyes twinkling with a hidden desire. Wes relaxed himself and the the sudden warmth of the arcanine's cock pushing up against his behind.
He hadn't even paid attention to it before, but he had to know. The length was 14 inches and twitching violently against his behind, eager to get started. It was sizeable, that much Wes could gather, and he hoped that all that 'training' with his relatives had given him the elasticity he needed to take the cock inside of him. He could already feel Radkov moving his cock around, using a hand to guide himself, until the fat head of his humanoid member met with Wes' quivering pucker. The arcanine pushed up and Wes' tight hole resisted, at first, until the pikachu forced himself to relax. A hiss escaped his lips as he felt the thick head stretching his behind open, before his ass swallowed up the head and began to sink down.
The length wasn't difficult, but the arcanine was deliciously girthy, and that brought some degree of discomfort. It was nothing that Wes couldn't handle, and he found himself quietly panting, his cheeks flushed from the pleasure he felt. His insides quivered and clamped around the arcanine's cock and Radkov groaned against him, moving his hands onto the boy's hips and nestling his snout down against the crease between Wes' neck and shoulder, breathing in his scent. He felt the arcanine's warm tongue lapping against him in a series of quick, passionate kisses. Radkov pushed his hips up, and the cock sunk deeper into him. He took in 10 inches before the arcanine pulled back a little, groaning under his breath.
"So much..." The arcanine breathed quietly, his accent heavy. "You are wonderfully tight, Halford."
"T...Thank you?" Wes quietly squeaked, not sure what else to say. He heard the padding of footsteps behind him and suddenly felt a hand on his back, pushing against him.
"Make room, Radkov. I want a turn." Someone spoke with a certain degree of dominant authority, but it wasn't the voice Wes had expected. Rather than it being Favreau, he heard the squeaky, playful tones of Lowe. He hadn't pegged the eevee to be so dominant in the bedroom, but the authoritative tilt of his voice made Wes' skin tingle.
After a moment of pause, he felt it: the warmth of another cock against his behind. The eevee wedged his member up against Radkov's own length, pushing against the underside of his cock as the arcanine drew his length back, until only the head was inside Wes' behind. It was bad enough taking the arcanine dry-- though, to be fair, he had offered a great deal of pre-cum to aid his thrusts-- but taking two members at once was worrisome.
"I don't think I can..." Wes began, trailing off when he felt Lowe's cock pushing against his hole, trying to shove its way inside. The eevee sported a sizeable length of his own: 8 inches of cock on a 5 foot, nerdy frame.
The teacher didn't reply until, finally, the head of his member slipped through the pikachu's stretched ring and into his behind, sliding up against the arcanine's own cock. Wes quietly hissed as he felt Radkov's hands squeeze his hips encouragingly. The man shuffled a little on his seat, pushing his legs forwards so that he was laying back a little more against the cushions of the couch, forcing Wes to lean forwards a little.
"Fuckin' tight...you like that, don't you Halford? Like my cock in your ass?" The eevee was a dirty talker, and he deliberately whispered into Wes' ear as he spoke, making the pikachu quietly shudder. Lowe suddenly thrust upwards and sunk 5 or 6 inches of his cock into the pikachu's behind, lubed up from the arcanine's plentiful pre-cum. Wes let out a quiet gasp and Lowe chuckled in response.
"Cat got your tongue? Tell me how much you love cock, boy." Lowe whispered with a dominant tilt to his tone, his hands hungrily gripping Wes' sides. To say that the sheer size of both their cocks inside him to was hard to handle was an understatement: he could feel his innards stretching to their limits, and his insides clamped down and spasmed accordingly.
"I-I..." Wes couldn't bring himself to say it, if only before Lowe thrust shortly after he spoke, making him gasp and emit a quiet groan. Radkov did much of the same as he slid his hips up, plunging himself into the pikachu's insides. Him and Lowe began in on a series of alternating thrusts, where Radkov thrust forwards just as Lowe pulled back, and vice versa. Their quiet breathing quickly turned into heavy panting as Wes was sandwiched between them, his cock rubbing and stroking against the arcanine's stomach. His loins formed a familiar pressure he knew all too well and the pleasure and discomfort swam through his system, heightening his senses.
The air became heavy with the scent of sex and sweat as the two teachers continued to molest and fuck the student between them, until all three of them were a moaning, panting mess. The eevee muttered quietly under his breath with every thrust, talking partly to himself, and partly to Wes. His balls pressed up against the pikachu's own, each thrust met with a wet slap as he roughly slid his way in and out. Radkov was arguably more gentle, but he still thrust with a degree of desperation behind it, eager to blow his load.
Wes was the first of time to finish. The grinding against the arcanine's stomach, coupled with the powerful thrusts of the two men he lay stuck between, coaxed him further and further towards his orgasm until it was too late. A quivering groan escaped his lips as his cock throbbed powerfully against the teacher's stomach, a thick string of cum arcing from its tip and pooling across the arcanine's fur. His innards clamped down and squeezed tightly, wedging the two cocks together. Lowe let out a quiet hiss and pushed his hips deep, his body trembling.
Wes suddenly felt the warmth inside of him, a signal that told him one of them had climaxed into his body. He felt his cheeks flush from the mere concept alone, and his cock twitched eagerly, spurting more gooey strings of cum as he milked the members inside of him. Lowe panted tiredly from his orgasm, the gooey cum seeping from the Pikachu's behind and dribbling down the arcanine's member. Radkov wasn't quite done yet, but he was getting there, considering his fiercely his fingers dug into the supple flesh of Wes' hips.
Lowe pulled back, sliding his member from the pikachu's behind and taking a step back to admire his handiwork. With the eevee withdrawn, Radkov tightened his grip and began to speed up his thrusts, not having to worry about stretching Wes too much anymore. His breath came out in short, heavy pants as his balls slapped eagerly up into the pikachu's behind, his feet arched to push down against his toes. His harsh pants quickly turned into groans as his thrusts grew irregular, coaxing himself further and further to orgasm in just under a minute. Wes could hear the audible, wet sounds of their sex, coupled with their pleasured moans.
He plunged his cock deep into the teen's behind just as his climax rolled over him, and he groaned a sound of pure ecstasy as he emptied himself into the boy's behind. His cock throbbed harshly, pulsing wildly inside the spasming inner walls as he painted Wes' innards with thick arcs of his cum. He pulled his hips back and gooey semen seeped down his member, dribbling onto his balls. He pushed up again to entertained every with the heavy, wet sound of his member plunged into the slightly gaping behind. His balls tucked up firmly against his body, and he held Wes close until he felt the last remnants of his orgasm leaving him.
Panting tiredly, he moved, detaching himself from the used Pikachu and getting to his feet. He muttered something in his native tongue and moved towards the lockers on the far side of the room, banging open the one at the far end and retrieving a towel from what looked to be a sizable stack of them. He wiped himself down a little as the pikachu rolled, groaning tiredly from beind used. He was exhausted, but knew he was far from done. All it took was one glance towards those remaining to tell him he still had a lot of work to do.
It was Favreau who came forwards next, guiding Wes towards the arm rest of the couch itself. He afforded him to opportunity to lay across it completely, stretching his legs out whilst propping his elbows up against the armrest. The entei stood by the side of the couch and, as before, teased Wes with the size of his cock, letting the head hang mere inches from his nose. Wes leant forwards and pressed his lips to the tip, perhaps a little too eagerly, and rolled his tongue against the urethra. The entei smirked a little at his own teasing antics, but didn't tell him what to do. He seemed to enjoy the thought of letting him explore.
Just as he was about to begin, Wes felt a sudden weight on his back, and angled his head briefly to see Rakes already quietly nestled in atop him. Rakes was just a little taller than him, and all his clothes lay in a heap nearby. Now completely naked, the abra, with its brown-coloured chest plating and shoulders, nestled in atop Wes' body and cuddled in against him. The pikachu soon felt the warmth of the man's erection sliding down between his cheeks, smearing itself in the oozing cum that leaked from the teen's behind.
"I think you can do a little more than that." Favreau spoke quietly, leaning forwards a little as Wes glanced up at him. The entei looked momentarily impatient before his features smoothed over to that same quiet stare. Wes opened his mouth and swallowed up the head of the cock into his mouth, glancing expectantly up at the entei's face to see a chance in his demeanour. He watched as the man's eyes softened and his lips parted to let out a quiet exhale. Slowly, Wes closed his eyes and rolled his tongue around the head of the cock, bowing his head forwards a little bit just as the entei pushed his own hips forwards. They met in the middle, where the tip of the cock plunged and pushed dangerously against the back of the pikachu's throat.
"That's it..." The entei muttered quietly as the abra atop of Wes let out quiet sighs of delight, sliding his cock up and down between Wes' tight cheeks. He eventually raised himself up entirely and reached down with a hand, wedged the head of his cock between the pikachu's cheeks until the tip probed against his already stretched, used orifice. He pushed his hips down and Wes' behind swallowed up the head of the cock without any difficult. The abra wasn't as hung as the other taller teachers, with only 9 inches to play with, but that was more than enough to give Wes what he wanted. Of that, he was certain.
Slowly, Favreau began to pull back and thrust into Wes' mouth, using his mouth as his hands reached up to use the pikachu's ears as glorified handlebars. He groaned quietly under his breath as his cock slid back and forth, but Wes could only take a portion of it into his mouth before it began to prod at the back of his throat. He knew that if it went any deeper, he might be in trouble. In that moment, however, he wasn't sure if he cared. His cheeks were flushed and his lust for the men in front of him seemed to know no bounds.
"Nice and warm..." Rakes muttered quietly to himself, hugging his arms around Wes' body as he began to thrust, his balls slapping down into the pikachu's yellow-furred cheeks as the cock plunged and pushed into his quivering, squeezing behind. Wes let out a quiet groan of pleasure when he felt the angle of the abra's cock poke teasingly against his prostate. Favreau took it as a sign to plunge a little deeper, whilst Rakes was distracting him.
He pushed forwards, and the head of his fat cock slid down the boy's throat, stretching it out. Wes' eyes widened and flicked up to meet the entei's intense gaze, whimpering quietly-- or as best he could, at least-- as the cock slipped deeper and deeper. Favreau let out a quiet groan as he buried the pikachu's mouth up to his crotch, before he slid back completely, affording him to opportunity to breathe. Rakes continued to thrust, the wet thrusting getting louder and louder as his own pre-cum soon joined the swimming pool of fluids in Wes' behind.
Favreau began to thrust steadily, keeping up a hard, fast rhythm as he plunged his cock back and forth. He knew better than to force Wes to deep-throat all the time, and instead opted for sliding the head of his member down into Wes' throat, and then pulling back again soon after, stimulating the most sensitive part of his length. His breath soon came out in quiet pants, his heavy balls swinging as Wes' nostrils flared with the scent of his sweat and the natural musk of his heavy set package.
Rakes began to thrust a little faster, panting happily to himself as he used Wes' behind in whatever manner he liked, whilst the other two teachers watched on, idly stroking themselves to the sight of the boy being so easily used, so willing to please. The abra nuzzled down passionately against Wes' backfor a moment before shifting his position slightly. He planted his feet against the cushions and squatting down, thrusting hard into the teen's behind as he planted his hands on the pikachu's shoulders.
Favreau was nearing his peek, but he desired more. He thrust his hips forward and yanked Wes' mouth down around his cock. He changed tact from his slow, hard thrust into short, rapid bursts, abusing the warmth and tightness of Wes' throat as he buried himself completely into the pikachu's mouth. Wes' eyes widened and he gripped the arm-rest, tears naturally forming in his eyes from the exertion of his throat being stretched, his reflex kicking in as his throat spasmed and tried to swallow what was in his throat.
"Fuck...!" Favreau couldn't take anymore. He thrust deeply for a moment and sighed, suddenly climaxing down into the pikachu's stomach, a thick jet of cum shooting from the end of his member before he quickly pulled back, not wanting to risk the boy passing out, or worse. He withdrew his cock just a thick arc of cum splattered against the back of Wes' throat, causing him to briefly cough and swallow the salty load. Favreau pulled his length out completely and squeezed his cock, letting the rest of his orgasm spurt and cascade across Wes' face, painting across his nose and mouth. Wes did a good job of being an obedient recipient, opening his mouth to try and catch what he could.
Rakes was almost finish himself. He plunged himself over and over, his body dripping his sweat as his pleasure grew. He soon felt it reaching its peek as he pushed himself deep into Wes' behind, feeling his innards squeeze around his cock just as he came. Thick spurts of seed shot into the pikachu's behind, blending in with the already gooey mixture to form a concoction of three loads from three different men. He pulled back, letting a few strings of his orgasm splatter across Wes' supple, boyish cheeks. His knees wobbled and he tumbled backwards, relaxing against the couch and admiring his handiwork. Wes glanced back awkwardly, feeling the oozing of cum leaking from his behind.
"We're not done yet." Rodkav remarked, already hard and aching to go again.
Wes let out a quiet sigh and rolled onto his side, cocking a leg up and letting his own limp cock dangle down against his body, as if waiting for them to come to him.
x x x
To say that the 4 teachers were passionate lovers was an understatement. It wasn't until several hours later did Wes finally limp his way out of the teacher's lounge, his face barely patted down with a clean towel, his underwear stuffed with an extra towel, aware that fluids would likely be leeking out. Even as he walked down the hall, feeling the slight discomfort in his rear end, he could feel the cum leeking down his leg and hoped that it would end there. His body was caked in sweat, his cheeks still flushed from the experience.
They did him in any which way they liked. On the couch, on the table, even on the kitchen counter and on the floor. He couldn't even counter the number of times they had used him, and to say that he didn't like it would have been a lie. He loved it. They were all attractive men, and the sex was...well, rather exhilarating.
He just didn't know what he was going to tell his father and uncle when they found out later.