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It was torture. Every day she saw him or had class with him and, every time, she missed him by looking at his perfect body. Forty-two years old, tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist with turtle, muscular in a harmonious way, a shadow of beard that joined a thick moustache and then so much, so much black hair that came out of the tight black tank top he usually wore. He was Libero, his PE teacher.
In the evening, when he was alone in his bedroom, he used to jerk off watching porn movies on the Internet, where massive mature men were banging sexting shrimps. He felt like one of the latter and imagined that the man on top of him was his teacher. He had gotten to the point that, while he was getting excited with his eyes, his hand accompanied a long bottle of deodorant up and down his hungry hole. The cumshot was certain.
He had just passed the age of majority and was still in his final year of high school because he had had to repeat it in his third year. The hormones had distracted his interest from studying, but then he realigned his attention to the professor, even if (or maybe for that very reason) the only subject where he wasn't doing so well was physical education.
One day he was next to his mother waiting to be received by his favorite professor during an interview with his parents. After them, a classmate of his with his father. And what a father! Bono too. Also massive and hairy, with a slightly olive complexion due to his southern origins. Just his ideal man. His name was Faithful. They showed up and talked a bit until it was their turn.
"Signora Valeria, what can I tell you? Your son Marcello isn't very good at sports. You see how small and frail he is. He works hard and he deserves the sufficiency, but he needs to do more exercises, maybe with some equipment to firm up certain muscles. If you want, I can accompany him to a small private gym of a friend of mine, outside school hours and free of charge. There there are the right tools for more formative exercises and - I am sure - also more pleasant for the boy".
His mother welcomed the proposal with enthusiasm and he, thinking that he would be close to Professor Libero, was even more enthusiastic. They agreed and one day the professor picked him up from home in his car. Both of them were in overalls. Sitting next to his ideal male made him tremble and increased his shyness, so he didn't say a word the whole way. He would only assent with his head when the man asked him if he was happy with the news, putting his hand on his knee.
They arrived in a country cottage. The gate was opened for them, and when the car was parked, they headed for the entrance. Marcello was astonished when he saw who was waiting for them at the door.
"He is Faithful, he is the father of your companion and my good friend for many years."
"Remember, we were after you at the interview at school" and shook his hand, fortunately not too hard. That hand was twice his size.
"Yes, yes, of course" and it turned all red.
"Please have a seat. So here, as you can see, I've set up a small, well-equipped gym in the cellar. I think it's suitable for the gymnastics that Libero would like you to do."
"Yes, you'd need it but, really, we won't need to use this equipment to do what I have in mind. Our clubs will suffice."
In a flash, the professor grabbed him from behind while the landlord took his head and stuck his tongue in his mouth. Marcello was surprised but it didn't take him long to realize that he had fallen into a trap and that he was prey to those two wonderful males. He wasn't in a dream, also because he could feel the dick behind him, which was gaining consistency and pressing against his butt through the fabric of his overalls.
His torso was bent and his tongue was replaced, in his mouth, by the landlord's consistent cock. It was the first time he'd ever tasted a real dick, that of a mature man. The taste and smell were more pronounced, stronger than those of his skin. It was a dick that had already entered hundreds, thousands of times inside cunts and assholes and the skin was thicker, less delicate than his, his little dick that was getting fucked every night.
That member was big and proportioned, slightly upward facing, with a big red chapel turning purple from the excitement of having that beautiful little mouth at his disposal. It held his head still so he wouldn't run away. But the boy had no intention of it. He had realized that his first chance had finally come and he wanted to take advantage of it. Those men were real, they were those of her dreams and their intentions towards her were clear.
She immediately began to suck and twirl her tongue around the juicy man's chapel, savouring with gusto the prespermic liquid that emitted the hole. In the meantime, his professor, behind him, stripped his ass bare. He looked back at it and caressed it enchanted. It was not firm, like that of the sportsmen, but soft, rosy, covered with tender hairs, and had the typical "mandolin" shape. Widening his buttocks, we could see the rosy little hole, with all its wrinkles, around which the hairs were thicker.
The teacher could not avoid kissing it, like a perfumed little rose in spring. He inhaled its fresh, sexting scent. He could feel his cock burst because he knew that, thanks to him, shortly afterwards that flower would lose its integrity and would open up to welcome him in all its power.
"Mmmmm, how gorgeous," and he licked it trying to put as much saliva in it as he could.
The boy made a very clear moan of approval. The man let go of his head and he grabbed the member at the base and began to suck it with gusto.
"See? What did I tell you! I knew right away our Marcello likes cock. Isn't that right, darling?"
"Mmmm yes but... mmmm I... I... I... I never... mmmm never took it".
"Listen, listen. You never took a dick up the ass? Don't tell me you're still a virgin."
"Yeah, I've never had it and I've never sucked it."
"You wouldn't think so," said my friend, who was drinking that moist, cozy mouth.
"It's the backward hunger he's got. This little piggy's gonna be a real sow soon. And he's going to be my sow," said the teacher, sticking his wet middle finger with saliva.
The boy froze, gasped, but his mouth wouldn't come out. He started moving it back and forth, left and right. He poured more saliva on it and also stuck his index finger in it and twisted it in to loosen the anal muscle. Consider that two fingers of the professor's hand was a rather large caliber.
"Be a professor, please. I want to get fucked and I want you to be the first to do it."
"You mean offer me your virginity?"
Faithful Intervention. "But what does he care about virginity! He just wants to get fucked."
"You're the usual troglodyte. I will, baby, but now let's get naked and get on the bed. We'll be more comfortable."
The suits, in their practicality, were taken off in a very short time. Faithful sat with her back against the headboard and her legs open. Marcello knelt down in front of her and lowered himself between her hairy thighs to take in her mouth and blow her hard backbone. Every once in a while he would lick the big balls and then go up with his tongue until he started sucking the chapel again. Free, behind him, he started again to fade away with two fingers the hungry hole and to make it wet as much saliva as possible, even spitting on it.
The boy did not stop feeding, with a lot of sucking noise, but he emitted more and more eloquent moans of impatience. He couldn't wait to be possessed by man.
"What are you waiting to put it in him? Can't you hear the little faggot crying? Kick his ass and stick it in the back."
The professor made up his mind. He straightened up, grabbed him by the hips. He put the tip of his glans on the little hole quivering and pushed lightly. I moaned with approval from the boy. A few more small pushes and, finally, the chapel made room and entered. A slight groan of pain and the sexting man tried to concentrate on the blowjob to better endure what they were doing to him, without succeeding much. After a short stop, the big dick started to advance slowly, with caution. Libero leaned on his back and wrapped his torso between his strong hairy arms, while he pushed slowly entering into it inch by inch. Marcello seemed to meow, with a mixture of pain and desire. It took him quite a while, but then, finally, it all went down to the root, down to the shaggy pubic hair.
"What's he fucking like that? But fuck him properly. That's all this little bitch wants. And you just suck it. You're getting too distracted."
Once he got a good reception, the professor slowly started to accelerate the rhythm and to be more violent, until he got to fuck him hard, tearing his guts out in a wild way. The boy waved and waved, shaken by the male's powerful thrusts.
"That's it, that's it, break him, gut him, hard... harder. Let him know what a slut she is. Come on... come on... come on... come on... come on, that's it... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... Uaaahhhhh." Mr. Faithful, holding his head firmly, shot a torrent of cum down his throat, wiggling his head back and forth. The boy could do nothing but swallow everything and only towards the end could he taste a man's sperm for the first time. His little willy was dripping with semen without stopping, while Libero continued to pump vigorously with well-aimed blows on the little body beneath him.
"What did you do? Did you come? Did you come in his mouth?"
"Ahhh, yes, and he swallowed it all. He didn't miss a drop, the filthy bitch."
He lost his head at that news. He mounted it grunting like an animal until it exploded inside him and pumping cum, screaming and snoring his pleasure.
Completely empty she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear "I hope I didn't hurt you too much, my little one".
Marcello turned his head as he could. "It was wonderful. Thank you."
When the member was pulled out of his ass, a series of slimy, whitish, thick, creamy lumps came out to wet the balls and slid down a thigh.
The three of them allowed themselves a few minutes' rest. Marcellus, gathered under the armpit of his man, breathed the scent and, with his little hand, played with the hair of the ample chest. Faithful, he looked back at the limp member on his balls and began to touch him until he became stiff again.
"Now it's my turn to touch your little ass, bitch. Now that it's well stuffed, it'll be easier to fuck you" and, without waiting for an answer, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was on his side, he stuck it right to the root. She lifted his leg to fuck him more easily.
"Aaahhh, sexting, what a nice broken hole. You like that, don't you? Tieh, bitch, enjoy this dick too" and he'd mount it ferociously. It was devastating.
Marcello moaned with pleasure. He had lost his virginity to his favourite man and was prey to him and his friend, no less pleasant than him. She bent over with her torso and took in her mouth the member of her professor who, in no time at all, became as hard as marble. Big and gnarled with veins.
The two men, this time, took longer to reach orgasm but, in the end, when his jaws hurt and his hole was completely smashed, he could also taste the cum of his love and master and receive another creamy filling inside his belly. So much so was the pleasure that he didn't even notice that he came too.
Obviously, since then, twice a week he devoted himself to exercises with his favorite gymnastic equipment. With all the manipulation he received and the positions he took, he strengthened his physique and tightened his buttocks. Sure, there was the inconvenience that hurt his throat and his asshole is now a sinkhole, but do you want to put how much of it he acquired in health?
(This story, being of an erotic nature, has the sole purpose of arousing our animal instincts but it should not be taken literally. The same things can be done with the necessary precautions. Never have sex without a condom: don't ruin your life but enjoy it as much as possible. Have a good wank, everybody.)
In the evening, when he was alone in his bedroom, he used to jerk off watching porn movies on the Internet, where massive mature men were banging sexting shrimps. He felt like one of the latter and imagined that the man on top of him was his teacher. He had gotten to the point that, while he was getting excited with his eyes, his hand accompanied a long bottle of deodorant up and down his hungry hole. The cumshot was certain.
He had just passed the age of majority and was still in his final year of high school because he had had to repeat it in his third year. The hormones had distracted his interest from studying, but then he realigned his attention to the professor, even if (or maybe for that very reason) the only subject where he wasn't doing so well was physical education.
One day he was next to his mother waiting to be received by his favorite professor during an interview with his parents. After them, a classmate of his with his father. And what a father! Bono too. Also massive and hairy, with a slightly olive complexion due to his southern origins. Just his ideal man. His name was Faithful. They showed up and talked a bit until it was their turn.
"Signora Valeria, what can I tell you? Your son Marcello isn't very good at sports. You see how small and frail he is. He works hard and he deserves the sufficiency, but he needs to do more exercises, maybe with some equipment to firm up certain muscles. If you want, I can accompany him to a small private gym of a friend of mine, outside school hours and free of charge. There there are the right tools for more formative exercises and - I am sure - also more pleasant for the boy".
His mother welcomed the proposal with enthusiasm and he, thinking that he would be close to Professor Libero, was even more enthusiastic. They agreed and one day the professor picked him up from home in his car. Both of them were in overalls. Sitting next to his ideal male made him tremble and increased his shyness, so he didn't say a word the whole way. He would only assent with his head when the man asked him if he was happy with the news, putting his hand on his knee.
They arrived in a country cottage. The gate was opened for them, and when the car was parked, they headed for the entrance. Marcello was astonished when he saw who was waiting for them at the door.
"He is Faithful, he is the father of your companion and my good friend for many years."
"Remember, we were after you at the interview at school" and shook his hand, fortunately not too hard. That hand was twice his size.
"Yes, yes, of course" and it turned all red.
"Please have a seat. So here, as you can see, I've set up a small, well-equipped gym in the cellar. I think it's suitable for the gymnastics that Libero would like you to do."
"Yes, you'd need it but, really, we won't need to use this equipment to do what I have in mind. Our clubs will suffice."
In a flash, the professor grabbed him from behind while the landlord took his head and stuck his tongue in his mouth. Marcello was surprised but it didn't take him long to realize that he had fallen into a trap and that he was prey to those two wonderful males. He wasn't in a dream, also because he could feel the dick behind him, which was gaining consistency and pressing against his butt through the fabric of his overalls.
His torso was bent and his tongue was replaced, in his mouth, by the landlord's consistent cock. It was the first time he'd ever tasted a real dick, that of a mature man. The taste and smell were more pronounced, stronger than those of his skin. It was a dick that had already entered hundreds, thousands of times inside cunts and assholes and the skin was thicker, less delicate than his, his little dick that was getting fucked every night.
That member was big and proportioned, slightly upward facing, with a big red chapel turning purple from the excitement of having that beautiful little mouth at his disposal. It held his head still so he wouldn't run away. But the boy had no intention of it. He had realized that his first chance had finally come and he wanted to take advantage of it. Those men were real, they were those of her dreams and their intentions towards her were clear.
She immediately began to suck and twirl her tongue around the juicy man's chapel, savouring with gusto the prespermic liquid that emitted the hole. In the meantime, his professor, behind him, stripped his ass bare. He looked back at it and caressed it enchanted. It was not firm, like that of the sportsmen, but soft, rosy, covered with tender hairs, and had the typical "mandolin" shape. Widening his buttocks, we could see the rosy little hole, with all its wrinkles, around which the hairs were thicker.
The teacher could not avoid kissing it, like a perfumed little rose in spring. He inhaled its fresh, sexting scent. He could feel his cock burst because he knew that, thanks to him, shortly afterwards that flower would lose its integrity and would open up to welcome him in all its power.
"Mmmmm, how gorgeous," and he licked it trying to put as much saliva in it as he could.
The boy made a very clear moan of approval. The man let go of his head and he grabbed the member at the base and began to suck it with gusto.
"See? What did I tell you! I knew right away our Marcello likes cock. Isn't that right, darling?"
"Mmmm yes but... mmmm I... I... I... I never... mmmm never took it".
"Listen, listen. You never took a dick up the ass? Don't tell me you're still a virgin."
"Yeah, I've never had it and I've never sucked it."
"You wouldn't think so," said my friend, who was drinking that moist, cozy mouth.
"It's the backward hunger he's got. This little piggy's gonna be a real sow soon. And he's going to be my sow," said the teacher, sticking his wet middle finger with saliva.
The boy froze, gasped, but his mouth wouldn't come out. He started moving it back and forth, left and right. He poured more saliva on it and also stuck his index finger in it and twisted it in to loosen the anal muscle. Consider that two fingers of the professor's hand was a rather large caliber.
"Be a professor, please. I want to get fucked and I want you to be the first to do it."
"You mean offer me your virginity?"
Faithful Intervention. "But what does he care about virginity! He just wants to get fucked."
"You're the usual troglodyte. I will, baby, but now let's get naked and get on the bed. We'll be more comfortable."
The suits, in their practicality, were taken off in a very short time. Faithful sat with her back against the headboard and her legs open. Marcello knelt down in front of her and lowered himself between her hairy thighs to take in her mouth and blow her hard backbone. Every once in a while he would lick the big balls and then go up with his tongue until he started sucking the chapel again. Free, behind him, he started again to fade away with two fingers the hungry hole and to make it wet as much saliva as possible, even spitting on it.
The boy did not stop feeding, with a lot of sucking noise, but he emitted more and more eloquent moans of impatience. He couldn't wait to be possessed by man.
"What are you waiting to put it in him? Can't you hear the little faggot crying? Kick his ass and stick it in the back."
The professor made up his mind. He straightened up, grabbed him by the hips. He put the tip of his glans on the little hole quivering and pushed lightly. I moaned with approval from the boy. A few more small pushes and, finally, the chapel made room and entered. A slight groan of pain and the sexting man tried to concentrate on the blowjob to better endure what they were doing to him, without succeeding much. After a short stop, the big dick started to advance slowly, with caution. Libero leaned on his back and wrapped his torso between his strong hairy arms, while he pushed slowly entering into it inch by inch. Marcello seemed to meow, with a mixture of pain and desire. It took him quite a while, but then, finally, it all went down to the root, down to the shaggy pubic hair.
"What's he fucking like that? But fuck him properly. That's all this little bitch wants. And you just suck it. You're getting too distracted."
Once he got a good reception, the professor slowly started to accelerate the rhythm and to be more violent, until he got to fuck him hard, tearing his guts out in a wild way. The boy waved and waved, shaken by the male's powerful thrusts.
"That's it, that's it, break him, gut him, hard... harder. Let him know what a slut she is. Come on... come on... come on... come on... come on, that's it... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... Uaaahhhhh." Mr. Faithful, holding his head firmly, shot a torrent of cum down his throat, wiggling his head back and forth. The boy could do nothing but swallow everything and only towards the end could he taste a man's sperm for the first time. His little willy was dripping with semen without stopping, while Libero continued to pump vigorously with well-aimed blows on the little body beneath him.
"What did you do? Did you come? Did you come in his mouth?"
"Ahhh, yes, and he swallowed it all. He didn't miss a drop, the filthy bitch."
He lost his head at that news. He mounted it grunting like an animal until it exploded inside him and pumping cum, screaming and snoring his pleasure.
Completely empty she kissed his neck and whispered in his ear "I hope I didn't hurt you too much, my little one".
Marcello turned his head as he could. "It was wonderful. Thank you."
When the member was pulled out of his ass, a series of slimy, whitish, thick, creamy lumps came out to wet the balls and slid down a thigh.
The three of them allowed themselves a few minutes' rest. Marcellus, gathered under the armpit of his man, breathed the scent and, with his little hand, played with the hair of the ample chest. Faithful, he looked back at the limp member on his balls and began to touch him until he became stiff again.
"Now it's my turn to touch your little ass, bitch. Now that it's well stuffed, it'll be easier to fuck you" and, without waiting for an answer, taking advantage of the fact that the guy was on his side, he stuck it right to the root. She lifted his leg to fuck him more easily.
"Aaahhh, sexting, what a nice broken hole. You like that, don't you? Tieh, bitch, enjoy this dick too" and he'd mount it ferociously. It was devastating.
Marcello moaned with pleasure. He had lost his virginity to his favourite man and was prey to him and his friend, no less pleasant than him. She bent over with her torso and took in her mouth the member of her professor who, in no time at all, became as hard as marble. Big and gnarled with veins.
The two men, this time, took longer to reach orgasm but, in the end, when his jaws hurt and his hole was completely smashed, he could also taste the cum of his love and master and receive another creamy filling inside his belly. So much so was the pleasure that he didn't even notice that he came too.
Obviously, since then, twice a week he devoted himself to exercises with his favorite gymnastic equipment. With all the manipulation he received and the positions he took, he strengthened his physique and tightened his buttocks. Sure, there was the inconvenience that hurt his throat and his asshole is now a sinkhole, but do you want to put how much of it he acquired in health?
(This story, being of an erotic nature, has the sole purpose of arousing our animal instincts but it should not be taken literally. The same things can be done with the necessary precautions. Never have sex without a condom: don't ruin your life but enjoy it as much as possible. Have a good wank, everybody.)
