HOUSE OF SINS(erotica shorts)

Chapter 2

Mr. Moore gave me an F on my pop quiz and then an hour of detention when I frowned at it. Mom was mad at him, not me!

"Lie down on my desk," he told me. "No, leave your clothes on, faggot. Get on your back."

I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but I did what he told me to. I lay lengthwise on his desk and he pulled me so my head hung over the edge of it and everything looked upside down. My knees were bent at the other end and he walked to the door, but I'd locked it as soon I'd walked into his classroom for detention. Now Mr. Moore unlocked it, opening the door and looking into the hallway outside.

He glanced at his watch and then looked at me over his shoulder and I almost asked him what was going on when I got my answer.

"About time you showed up," he said and an older man only shrugged and then smiled when he saw me.

"So, the rumors are true, huh?" He chuckled. "And you've been keeping him all to yourself?"

"Well, I figure you had your hands full with that grandson of yours," Mr. Moore said.

"Oh! I did have my hands full with that sweet boy," the man agreed. "My son-in-law took that job in Atlanta though; packed up and moved away last week. I'm already missing him."

"I'm going to miss him too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "He sure loved to fuck."

"That's what I've heard about you," the old guy told me. "You're a real c**k hound, from what Carl has told me."

"I don't know," I said slowly, lifting my head as he stepped close to the desk, pushing my knees apart.

"Faggot, this is Mr. Eagleton," Mr. Moore said. "He teaches at the high school."

"Freshman English, among other things," he said, smiling down at me. "I can't wait to teach you a thing or two."

He was even older than Mr. Moore, like sixty or something, with grey hair and bushy eyebrows. A strong face though, not like my math teacher's, and a tall, thin body. Not frail though, Mr. Eagleton wasn't one of those old guys walking around with a cane. He stood straight and proud and his hand felt strong as he grabbed the crotch of my pants and gave my d**k and balls a squeeze.

"Oh!" I blinked at him.

"You'll be my teacher's pet next year, won't you?" he asked and I nodded quickly. "Good. Do you like getting f****d, pet?"

"Y-Yes," I breathed, feeling my p***s growing stiff as he rubbed it through my pants.

"I can tell," Mr. Eagleton said. "I love f*****g pretty boys like you."

"Put your head back down, faggot," Mr. Moore told me as he undid his trousers. "Today you're going to learn how to deep throat."

"Let's take these off," Mr. Eagleton said, undoing my belt and then the snap, tugging my pants and underwear from under my butt.

My d**k popped free, pointing at the ceiling as Mr. Moore slapped my cheeks with his semi-hard c**k. With my head down all I could see were his large balls mostly, hanging low in his wrinkled, hairy scrotum. I welcomed the rush of excitement that filled me and my hands fluttered as Mr. Eagleton got my shoes off and then my pants. He put my naked legs over his shoulders as he started freeing his own swollen manhood.

"Just open your mouth," Mr. Moore whispered. "I'm going to f**k you the way I used to f**k your b***h of a mother."

"Ummph!" My eyes grew large and my lips were stretched taut around my teacher's fat p***s as he pushed it into my mouth.

I reached for his hips and Mr. Moore held my head with both hands on either side of my cheeks and jaw. He usually didn't go too far because I always ran out of room quickly and gagged, but this time he pushed his smooth cockhead to the entrance of my throat and ignored the muffled gasps and coughs I made.

"Let me in, faggot," he said. "Open that throat of yours. I'm going to push hard in a second ... Ready?"

I blinked at him, trying to swallow and open my throat like he told me too, but I didn't know how. A second later, Mr. Moore pushed hard, just like he'd promised. At first it hurt a little, but then I did swallow and that's when he slid half a foot of thick c**k into my much too small throat.

"Ohhh ... f**k yeah! Take all of it, faggot," Mr. Moore groaned, pushing again and my teeth scraped the shaft as he forced my mouth as wide as it would go.

At the same time, with my math teacher's heavy balls pressed against my nose and hanging over my watery eyes, the high school teacher found my vulnerable asshole with his c**k. Mr. Eagleton held my thighs tightly and popped his c**k past the soft ring of my anus and into my rectum easily. He wasn't exactly small either and I felt my asshole burn as he pumped my butt with long, deep strokes. He had no trouble giving me every inch of his prick and his balls slapped my upturned ass while we f****d.

"Breathe," Mr. Moore told me, pulling his c**k back until only the glans rested on my quivering upper lip.

A wash of spit seemed to pour out of me, clinging to his long wet shaft and dripping onto the floor. He let me take two or three deep breaths before pushing his c**k home again, forcing the glans into my throat. With my head tilted back like it was, he had a nice straight shot between my lips. I barely knew what we were doing, between the c**k driving into my asshole and Mr. Moore using my face like a cunt. We practiced until he could slide his c**k in and out of my throat easily. I learned how to open my esophagus for him anytime I wanted and keep it that way, catching my breath in between his slow, deliberate thrusts.

The two men f****d me like that for a long time, or so it seemed to me, but I had no way of telling. I couldn't see the clock on the classroom wall; only my teacher's balls as they'd move closer, tickle my face, and then pull away again. The beautiful sensation of a long, swollen p***s stretching my asshole around it; I felt like I'd died and gone to fag heaven.

"Mmmm ... Pet! You've got a beautiful ass," Mr. Eagleton told me. "Like f*****g a little girl, you know that?"

"He's a real cocksucker too," Mr. Moore said with a chuckle. "Want to switch?"

"Let me dump a load in his cunt first," the other teacher said. "I'm getting close now."

"Me too," Mr. Moore agreed. "Jesus! This faggot's throat feels just like his mother's ass."

Mr. Eagleton came first, driving his c**k balls deep inside my butt and holding himself there with a nice, slow grind of his hips. I tried to clench my soft muscles around him, but that made it hard to keep my throat open for some reason and Mr. Moore f****d my mouth hard and fast as his orgasm approached. When he finally came, I didn't taste anything. I could only feel his c**k jerking against the tight confines of my esophagus as his balls emptied directly into my tummy.

I slapped his thighs, feeling my lungs ready burst with the need for air, and my teacher pulled his c**k out of my mouth slowly. He left a trail of semen behind, drooling onto the roof of my mouth as I was still upside down, and I used my tongue to collect it. Swallowing felt uncomfortable though, almost painful after being bruised by Mr. Moore's large c**k. I felt like I wanted something cold and wet, a big bowl of ice cream maybe, just to sooth my throat. I got Mr. Eagleton's c**k instead, hot and slimy after cumming inside my ass just a few minutes before.

"That's a good pet," he sighed, not forcing his d**k into my throat, but letting me wash the salty, bitter flavor away with my tongue.

"Someone likes it," Mr. Moore said, standing between my legs and letting his flaccid c**k lay across my erection.

He pulled up my legs and moved his hips, sliding his c**k back and forth until it began to stiffen once again. He reached down to wrap a hand around both of us, holding my smaller p***s against his fat c**k and jerking us off together. I enjoyed that a lot and nursed eagerly on Mr. Eagleton's d**k as it grew long and thick once again, closing my lips around the shaft and urging him with my eyes to pump my mouth. I teased him with my tongue, exploring his piss hole and circling the bulbous glans and he sighed with satisfaction.

"Hmmm ... This one loves c**k," he said. "You should bring him to the club, Carl. It isn't fair keeping a boy like this all to yourself."

"I was waiting until after the wedding," Mr. Moore replied, pulling his c**k all the way back and rubbing my balls with the head. "But since that isn't going to happen ... Ugh!"

"Mmmph!" I grunted around Mr. Eagleton's c**k as my teacher pushed half his d**k inside my cummy hole.

" ... I'll bring him around Sunday afternoon," he continued, f*****g me with half his long c**k and working it a fraction deeper with every thrust.

"I'll let the others know," the older man agreed as he reached down to stroke my damp, sticky face. "I've got a friend who would love to meet that sexy boy cunt of yours, pet."

"A four legged friend?" Mr. Moore asked with a chuckle.

"Every dog should own a boy," Mr. Eagleton said with a laugh of his own.