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 cock 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 dick 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 fucked, pet?"

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

"I can tell," Mr. Eagleton said. "I love fucking 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 dick popped free, pointing at the ceiling as Mr. Moore slapped my cheeks with his semi-hard cock. 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 fuck you the way I used to fuck your bitch of a mother."

"Ummph!" My eyes grew large and my lips were stretched taut around my teacher's fat penis 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 cock into my much too small throat.

"Ohhh ... Fuck 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 cock. Mr. Eagleton held my thighs tightly and popped his cock 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 fucked.

"Breathe," Mr. Moore told me, pulling his cock 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 cock 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 cock driving into my asshole and Mr. Moore using my face like a cunt. We practiced until he could slide his cock 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 fucked 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 penis 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 fucking 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 cock 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 fucked my mouth hard and fast as his orgasm approached. When he finally came, I didn't taste anything. I could only feel his cock 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 cock 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 cock. 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 cock instead, hot and slimy after cumming inside my ass just a few minutes before.

"That's a good pet," he sighed, not forcing his dick 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 cock lay across my erection.

He pulled up my legs and moved his hips, sliding his cock back and forth until it began to stiffen once again. He reached down to wrap a hand around both of us, holding my smaller penis against his fat cock and jerking us off together. I enjoyed that a lot and nursed eagerly on Mr. Eagleton's dick 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 cock," 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 cock 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 cock as my teacher pushed half his dick inside my cummy hole.

" ... I'll bring him around Sunday afternoon," he continued, fucking me with half his long cock 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.

Ummph mmmph..." I moaned as my dick began spewing hot cum all over my stomach and thighs, jerking wildly with a rush of pleasure. Mr. Moore had found my prostate with his penis and he groaned softly, rocking his hips and grinding himself against that pillow of sensitive flesh. I really wished my mom hadn't dumped the guy!

Ohhhh yeah! Suck my cunt, bitch! Deeper! Lick my cervix, you slut!"

I found Marcia sitting on my mom's face, both of them naked and pink all over, damp with sweat like the three boys watching them. Actually, Billy and Mark were watching, sitting on the floor and leaning against the sofa drinking Mr. Moore's beer. Dale lay between my mom's thighs, pumping her pussy with his cock and sucking her tits while she squirmed eagerly beneath him.

"You're late, fagboy!" Billy grinned at me. "We had to start without you."

"Get your clothes off," Mark said. "Join the party, faggot!"

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Dale groaned, arching his back and pushing his dick as far inside my mom as he could get it. I stared at his clenched butt cheeks as I undressed quickly.

Marcia giggled at me, looking almost drunk as she wiggled her butt around. Her brown eyes were glassy and her nipples were about an inch long. She held my mom's ankles in her hands, keeping her legs high and wide as Dale filled Mom's horny cunt with his spunk.

"Your mom's been eating me for an hour!" she said. "God! What a dyke! I keep cumming!"

I guessed my mom hadn't told Marcia off like she'd planned to.

"Clean that hole up, fagboy!" Dale told me as he pushed himself away from my mom. "I can't even feel it when I fuck her anymore."

The boys must have all fucked her at least twice. Her pussy looked red and puffy beneath the glue-like glaze of semen that covered her. Mom had made a puddle on the carpet, a pool of cum under her oozing cunt and around her ass. As soon as I'd undressed, Billy pushed me to my hands and knees, shoving my face into Mom's pussy and I found her full of boy cum.

"Yeah! Eat your mom's pussy, faggot!" he said, sliding his cock between my butt cheeks. "What the fuck's this?"

He pulled out the wad of toilet paper I'd used to plug my butt after getting fucked by those two teachers after school.

"Oh! That's sick!" Billy laughed and threw it across the living room. "Fuck! What happened to your ass? Somebody fuck you with a baseball bat?"

"Heh!" Mark looked over his shoulder. "What a fag!"

Mr. Moore had really stretched my hole with his fat cock, the way he always did, and my puffy asshole gaped as Billy pushed a finger inside me. I wagged my butt as I lapped up the cum from my mom's pussy, finding her rubbery labia long and loose around my tongue. I didn't even have to lick; I covered her hole with my mouth and sucked the semen out of her, swallowing quickly as it flowed past my lips.

"You like that, fagboy?" Billy asked, putting two and then three fingers inside my butt. "I bet I could shove my whole hand in there."

"Do it!" Mark said with a laugh.

"Fist the fucker!" Dale agreed and I grunted into my mom's cunt as he added his pinky finger and they seemed kind of big to me.

"Ummm ... Yeah," Marcia breathed. "Fuck him, Billy! Fist fuck him!"

Mom shivered beneath me, reaching for my head and digging her fingers into my hair. She held me tight against her pussy as she began lifting her hips against my stiff tongue. My throat still hurt after getting fucked by Mr. Moore, but swallowing the ripe juices from her overflowing cunt felt almost soothing in a way. The mixed up cum from three teenage boys, plus my mom's oily goo, slid down my bruised throat and into my tummy.

"Umph!" I jerked and tried to get away when Billy tucked his thumb into his palm and pushed his hand inside my butt.

My eyes watered as my asshole began to stretch around him and I tried to relax, but he felt much too big. His hand had to be nearly twice as thick as Mr. Moore's cock, I thought, and it wasn't shaped like a dick either. I winced with a sharp grunt as my tender muscles burned in protest and then there came an odd popping sensation as my sphincter snapped shut around his wrist. The pain went away like magic and I only felt incredibly, amazingly full as Billy curled his fingers into a fist.

"Shit! You got your hand in his ass, dude!" Dale said from behind me.

"How does it feel?" Mark wanted to know.

"Fuck him!" Marcia gasped, tilting her head towards the ceiling and yanking on my mom's legs as the girl had another orgasm.

"He's hot!" Billy said, turning his fist inside my rectum so that his knuckles seemed to ratchet against my soft flesh. "Tight as fuck too!"

I couldn't do anything but lick and suck my mother's pussy while Billy began to push and pull his hand inside me. He didn't try to pull it out, but only moved it a little back and forth and that made me cum. My semen didn't really spurt out though; I wasn't even hard! My flaccid penis just spasmed slowly, as if I had only half an orgasm, not a real one at all, and the stuff leaked from my dick like milky drool. When Billy pushed deeper, it got a little uncomfortable, but I pushed myself back as much as I could. My asshole felt stuffed and I felt the pressure everywhere, in my gut, in my thighs, against my bladder as I felt the need to pee suddenly.

"Fuck him hard, man!" Dale said.

"Punch his ass, Billy!" Mark suggested.

But mostly I couldn't really pay attention to what anyone said. I had my tongue buried inside Mom's cunt, swimming in cum and drinking it down while she came. My body shuddered and my dick wouldn't stop cumming. Every time Billy jammed his fist into my bowels, my balls would jump and another spasm of pleasure would push the cum out of my limp dick. He only had his hand inside, but it felt like he'd buried himself up to the elbow in my butt!

When he pulled out, and that did hurt for a few seconds as I was stretched around his hand again, Mark threw his cock inside me and immediately started complaining.

"Fuck! I can't feel anything now!" he slapped my ass. "Like fucking a bucket of spooge!"

That gave Billy an idea and I soon found myself straddling Mark's thighs with my chest against his. He had his cock inside my ass and Billy added his a moment later, pressing against my back as he pushed his dick alongside his friend's. They were both fucking me at once, two boys riding my ass at the same time, and now I understood why Mom had enjoyed it so much the day before.

Dale pulled my mouth to his dick as he knelt near my head and I could see Marcia sucking my mom's pussy in a sixty-nine with her on top. The girls were fucking each other with their tongues while the three boys were fucking me with their cocks. It seemed perfectly normal to me and I never wanted it to end.