This is how it was. When I was 18 I found a stash of porno magazines in the woods behind my high school. There were two black garbage bags full of someone’s sexy treasures. Not believing my luck, I dove into this trove of stroke material, sorting through glossy magazines with the pages stuck together, a manila envelope full of Polaroids, and at the bottom of the second bag, a latex dildo and a small pile of pocketbooks.
My cock was aching by the time I got to these last items, and I thumbed through the books idly, until I realized that they were slightly different than the other material. These books were mostly text, but a few black and white reproductions showed men, mostly dressed in blue-collar work clothes, sucking each other’s cocks, and some even having anal sex.
I had never seen anything like this before, but I was riveted. In the small city I grew up in, there was no such thing as an openly gay lifestyle, and any whiff of being a “faggot” would likely get you beaten up. Nevertheless, these little books set me on fire and I knelt in the dirt jerking my cock until my hands were dripping with cum.
Catching my breath, I pulled up my pants and assessed my options. I knew these woods pretty well, so I carried the bags to a hollow created by two collapsed trees, and tucked them inside. After a few moments consideration, I tucked the pocketbooks, the Polaroids, and the dildo into my backpack and walked home. It would be a few hours before my parents got home from work, so I slipped the books under my mattress, and took the dildo into the bathroom. Having washed it thoroughly with hot, soapy water I took it back to my bedroom and laid it on the bed then went through the pictures in the envelope.
The photos were mostly anonymous fragments of torsos attached at the genitals, the same penis penetrating a series of vaginas, some with thick bushes, others neatly trimmed, and a couple shaved bare. These were all quite interesting, but then I came across another set. This time another hard cock joined the first one in a series of mind-blowing images. The second member was slightly larger than the first, with a dark complexion and a hood of foreskin that was pulled back half way over the flaring head. In some of the photos the cocks were held in a burly hand, rubbing together. In others there were close ups of the second meat-stick and the large balls, the last few in the series made my cock rigid again.
This was a sequence starting with a view of the round, dark globes of second man’s ass, with his cock and balls hanging between his legs. Then, an image of his buttocks spread, exposing his pink, puckering asshole. Another showed the first penis sliding into the second man’s butt. The final image showed the lower part of the second man’s face, his mouth stuffed full of the first man’s cock, and a load of semen dripping down his chin. The face in the photo looked vaguely familiar, a well-trimmed mustache and goatee framing a square jaw and full lips.
Whoever it was, I knew that I needed to jack off again immediately. I pulled off my pants and squirted some lotion into my hand, pumping my dick in my fist, while gazing at the lewd documents spread on my bed. As my pulse and breathing quickened, I glanced at the dildo, tempting me with its thick, realistic, shaft and testicles.
I opened my mouth and slid the head in. I was immediately lost in a haze of lust, stroking my cock faster as I pumped the dildo into my mouth. Eyes locked on the image of the black ass being penetrated, I popped the dildo out of my mouth and rubbed it against my anus. Shifting to my back and raising my legs I pushed the dildo harder until it finally stretched my sphincter enough for the tip to enter my rectum.
I exploded. My cock pulsed hard and the first shot of semen splattered on my chest. I raised my hips and the next four sprayed across my face, into my open mouth, until I was finally spent and the last drops trickled through my fingers onto my pubic hair.
Exhausted and exhilarated, I painfully pulled the dildo out of my ass, covered in saliva, and ass sauce, mixed with a little blood. Although I was shocked at my own actions, I had never had such a strong sexual response to anything in my life. Feeling like I had begun a new phase in my life, I wondered what was in store for me.
This question had to be set aside, as I glanced at the clock and knew I had to clean up fast. My dad arrived home just as I finished hiding the dildo in the drawer of my bedside table, and my mom was close behind. Dinner was onerous as we made small talk about our day and my father downed three bourbons while my mother tied into her white wine. The one good thing was that soon after the meal they retired to the living room to watch TV and I told them I was going to visit a friend.
Once out of the house, I made my way back toward the woods to check on my new stash. As I walked through my neighborhood, I saw that someone was moving out of one of the big houses on the next street. The Vice Principal of my high school was standing on the immaculate green lawn supervising the movers lugging furniture and boxes up the ramp of the moving truck.
I had heard that he was becoming the Principal of a school in a nearby suburb, but I didn’t pay close attention to such things. As I walked by, I was startled to notice the pile of black garbage bags lined up along the sidewalk. I knew black garbage bags were everywhere, but for some reason my brain made a connection between my new porn stash and these bags of refuse set on the Vice Principal’s lawn.
Of course, I thought, he’s moving and had to get rid of his incriminating materials to prevent his wife or one of his kids from accidentally discovering them. This idea shot a bolt of excitement to my groin as I walked past Mr. Robinson, who watched intently as I passed but made no comment. I realized as I walked by that my dick was tenting my Adidas shorts in a pretty obvious way. I could feel my face and neck flush and put my head down as I sped past Mr. Robinson’s house. As I turned the corner at the end of the street, two houses down, I sneaked a peek to see if he was still watching. He was standing with his arms crossed, looking directly at me, the way he did before dragging some rule-breaker to his office.
By the time I got to my hidden cache, my breathing was shallow, my mind racing at the idea that the pictures I had been jerking off to all day had been of the Vice Principal at my school. My plan had been to sort through the skin mags more carefully and bring home any that seemed especially promising, but my little encounter with Mr. Robinson, and the memory of those Polaroids were too much for me.
And that is why my pants were around my knees and I my cock was pumping in my fist for the third time that afternoon when Mr. Robinson stepped out of the trees behind me.
Mr. Robinson stood at the edge of the clearing, hands on his hips, lips pursed speculatively. There was no hiding what I was up to, my shorts and tighty-whities were around my ankles, and my cock was throbbing harder than ever in my hand. He stepped forward, and I waited, my hands trembling. My eyes roamed over his body: black golf shirt, nicely filled with muscular shoulders and arms, tan slacks, now tenting visibly. His eyes roamed over me in return, his lips now slightly parted, turned into a smirk.
“I see you found my stash,” he said, his voice deep and authoritative, but with a rich warmth that I found deeply compelling.
“Uhhhh, I guess so?” I replied. I blushed as I realized I had begun unconsciously stroking my shaft again.
“Have you looked at all of it?” Mr. Robinson asked, stepping closer. I could smell his sweat mixed with his cologne. My cock pulsed in my hand.
“Yeah,” my eyes were riveted to his, and he smiled broadly.
“So you’ve seen this before,” he opened his slacks, and they pooled around his knees. My mouth opened and I licked my lips, as my eyes traveled down the torso of my Vice Principal to the piece of meat jutting out from under a neatly trimmed pubic patch.
I nodded. My mouth was dry, my cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. Mr. Robinson stepped closer, our members almost touching.
“Did you like those pictures?” he whispered. I nodded silently. “The ones of the pussies, or the others?”
“All of them,” I choked out, “but especially the others – I found the dildo too,” I blurted out.
He leaned in and his rigid penis brushed against mine, then his lips were on my mouth and our tongues were fencing. He pulled me close against him, and I could feel his hands running over my chest, my back, kneading my ass cheeks. By reflex my own hands wandered over his more mature body, feeling the hardness of his muscled arms, the light hair on his chest. His lips moved down to my neck while hands rested on my shoulders and I could feel him putting downward pressure on them.
Drunk with lust, I dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Robinson and he put his hand gently on the back of my head. My hands were shaking as I reached up and clutched as his rampant cock and I felt his fingers tightening in my hair. My hand could barely close around it and I could feel the thick veins pulsing under my fingers. His pubic hair was a thatch of honey blonde hair, going to gray slightly on his hanging scrotum, and my heart was racing as I inhaled his sweaty musk. I rubbed the head of his dripping cock over my face, smearing it on my cheeks, over my nose, across my lips. He pulled my head back slightly and pushed the broad head of his penis into my mouth as I moaned over him.
“Breathe through your nose,” he advised. I gagged a bit as the tip of his dick rubbed the back of my throat, and saliva was running over my chin, but I followed his direction and soon I was sucking my very first cock with an eagerness that was startling.
I pulled my lips up his shaft and sealed around his glans, as my tongue worked the sensitive underside of his tip. He was beginning to let out little grunts, and his fingers were laced in my hair, his hips jabbing forward with more intensity. My hands roamed over his thighs, his stomach and back across his taut buttocks, pulling him closer to me.
“Hot. Little. Cocksucker,” he hissed, and I moaned in response. His hips rocked faster and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. I grasped them in my hand, as much to stop the distraction as anything else, and he groaned in pleasure, so I rolled them gently in my hand. His hands pulled my head back and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my face as he approached his climax.
I realized that I was moaning and cooing in rhythm to his thrusts, echoing the actresses in cheap porno videos that I had seen my best friend’s basement. Mr. Robinson had complete control over me and I felt a wave of panic, followed by complete abandon as I felt his first spurt of semen pulse onto my tongue. He kept coming, his salty seed filling my mouth. He shoved his cock deep into my throat and continued to unload, grinding his bushy pelvis across my nose, until at last he pulled out with a wet squelch.
His cum and my saliva traced a sticky trail over my cheek and down my chin as he stepped away from me, panting. My mouth was hanging open as I tried to catch my breath and swallow the remainder of Mr. Robinson’s load. Still staring directly into his eyes I wiped my face and licked off my fingers. He looked surprised, but then smiled craftily as he eyed my aching cock.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and I complied without thinking. He moved me closer to the fallen log under which his porn collection had been stashed, then turned me away from him. I felt his strong hand come up between my legs and grasp my cock and balls, rubbing my dripping pre-cum over the head. Then he pushed me forward until I was bent over the debris of the log.
I let out a low mewl as I felt the Vice Principal’s tongue push between my ass cheeks. He swathed my asshole, gently pushing inside, then ran down across my balls. He tucked the head of my cock back between his legs and took it into his wet mouth, sucking me. Then the warmth was gone and I could feel him at my sphincter again, more urgently this time. His mouth engulfed my cock again, but this time he also pushed a thick finger up my ass.
“OH GOD!” I felt my explosion getting closer. If I hadn’t already jacked myself twice that day, I would have cum when he kissed me the first time, but now my self-control was all but gone.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, aroused beyond anything I’d experienced. I pushed back against him as he fingered me.
“What did you say, cocksucker?” he growled, sliding a second finger into my rectum.
“Please. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” I replied hoarsely, desperate to have him before I chickened out. I knew that if he made me cum I would bolt, filled with shame and fear, but right now I was high with lust and I wanted to be taken fully.
“You want this hard cock up your ass?” he said standing behind me, his cock hard again, rubbing between my cheeks.
“Oh yes, please, give me your cock,” I begged. He pushed me roughly to all fours, my knees scraping against rocks and sticks, my hands against the log. I raised my hips so my ass would be turned up for him. I heard him spit and felt the wet warmth slide down my crack.
Mr. Robinson was slightly bigger than the dildo I had used that afternoon, but his rimming and fingering had loosened me up and the pain of his entry subsided surprisingly quickly. His hands grasped my hips as he pushed forward, my asshole slowly engulfing his manhood.
“OOOOOOOOH!” I moaned, my erect cock bouncing off my stomach as he began to fuck me.
“That’s right baby, take it nice and deep,” he murmured as his pelvis kissed my ass. The first 60 seconds he was extremely gentle, rocking back and forth as I got used to his size. Once he bottomed out, though, it was like a switch had been flicked and he began to hump me fast and hard. His hand ran up my back to my neck, gripping me tightly, shoving my face against the rough bark of the log.
“Hot little cock-whore, you love it in your ass, don’t you?” he hissed. His balls were slapping my thighs on each hard thrust.
“I do, I love it,” I squealed back, unnerved by his ferocity but overtaken by my own submissive desire. He pounded me, the weight of him falling on me, rattling my spine. “Fuck my asshole, Mr. Robinson, I’ve been a naughty boy and I deserve it!”
For some reason this sent us both over the edge. He buried himself in me and began to moan unintelligibly as his jizz bubbled into my rectum. My cock was almost numb at this point, but I could feel the impending blast.
Mr. Robinson reached around my waist and gripped my cock firmly, and his touch sent fireworks through my body. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled through me as I gushed thick jets of cum all over my belly and the ground.
He eased out of me and we slumped together, our backs against the log. I noticed idly that I had managed to spatter some of the skin mags with my cum. I could feel his load seeping out of my ass.
He caught his breath and stood, tucking his slimy cock back into his pants. I looked up at him, shorts around my ankles, knees apart, erection slowly subsiding and he smirked.
“There is still a week left in the school year, Billy,” he said sternly, “I expect to see you in my office for detention starting Monday afternoon.” He turned and disappeared back into the trees.
My cock was already twitching by the time I had pulled up my shorts and was making my way home in the warm evening air.