Senior year of High School was coming to a close and for me it was bittersweet. The promise of an exciting college experience awaited. Of course I would miss my friends and fellow classmates. That said I was looking forward to going to a co-ed college. You see, I went to an all boys high school. One can imagine how mundane that is when you're 18 and a walking talking erection. Little did I know that the mundane clouds hiding sensual possibilities were about to part.
My best friend Dave and I were going to separate Colleges and I think subconsciously we were both trying to hang out as much as possible during our remaining time in school. After last period we met at his car as usual. I noticed a perplexed look on his face as he approached.
"Dude fuckin Caldwell." Dave said.
"Oh shit now what?" I replied.
To say that Mr. Caldwell had a "reputation" at our school is a bit of an understatement. A guidance counselor in his early 50's, he had never married and had no children. To some that would be reason enough to be suspicious. But some of my fellow students had more "hands on" experience with him. It was an open secret that Mr. Caldwell was very touchy feely with the young men on campus. A point that Dave had just experienced first hand.
"So I'm in his office last period and as I'm leaving he comes up behind me and puts his hands on my hips before he opens the door for me. The fucker bumped his crotch right into my ass."
"He tried to play it off like oh excuse me David."
"Oh my God!" I said before laughing uncontrollably. "Dude your his bitch now!"
Dave smacked me in the arm. "Yea real funny asshole. If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you."
Looking back I realize this is how Mr. Caldwell operated. First off he could plausibly deny wrongdoing by claiming his bodily contact was an accident. Mostly though, no student wanted to raise a fuss and risk personal embarrassment. Any administrator aware of the situation just figured Caldwell was harmless or was unwilling to get involved.
Dave and I made plans to hang out that night at his house as his parents were out of town. I was hoping this meant we would be enjoying our favorite pastime.... watching his Dad's porn collection. Back then porn wasnt as readily available and "at your fingertips" as it is today. Us poor perverted souls actually had to rewind and fast forward VHS tapes. Imagine the horror.
So there we were in Dave's room hanging out. I think both of us wanted the other to ask first.
"Sooooo what do you want to do." I asked with a mischievous grin.
"God you're a perv." Dave replied as he pulled the tape out of his dresser drawer.
"Oh yea I'm the perv. You're the one that took it from your Dad's room already."
"Ok we're both pervs." Dave said as we both smiled.
Dave popped the tape in and pressed play. The scene on screen made my heart pound. A blond was riding a big dicked stallion as two other men stood over her spewing shot after shot of thick creamy cum on her face. What stood out to me the most was how much she genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself. Moaning wildly and smiling as they covered her face with their rich loads. This bitch was in ecstasy.
At the conclusion of the scene Dave fast forwarded through some dialogue and landed on a blow job part. The cameraman must of been 6 inches from the guys dick because that 9 incher was definitely the focal point as the girl on her knees sucked furiously.
"Ewww I'll fast forward this part." Dave said, clearly not liking the focus of the scene.
"No!" i said before softening my tone. "Just let it play."
An awkward silence ensued as I realized Dave might suspect that I was enjoying looking at this guys huge dick. Was I?!?! Suddenly I realized I was looking less at the women in the movie and more at the dicks and cum. The women seemed to be the lucky ones as they were getting fed all that hot meat. The sheer depravity of these sluts excited me and simultaneously.... inspired me to be like them?
I was confused but my cock wasnt as it strained in my jeans and pulsed. One thing was for sure. I desperately needed relief. Dave must've had the same Idea because he went to the bathroom just off his bedroom. This meant that I had to use the facilities on the other side of the house.
On the way there I noticed Dave's sister's bedroom door wide open. Just before I passed I caught a glimpse of her hamper and I immediately had a devious thought. Knowing Dave usually took his time in the bathroom I crept into her room hoping to find gold.
To my utter joy and lust I found a pair of Jennifer's worn panties on the very top of the hamper pile. Without hesitation I buried my nose into the crotch section and was rewarded with a wonderful scent of musk and lady stink. My cock was rock hard as I enjoyed my own deviance.
I couldnt take it anymore. My head was in a haze as I replayed the scenes of the big cocks I just watched and savored the scent of Jennifer's pussy. The combination was driving me crazy.
Putting the panties down I raced into the bathroom. Locking the door I pulled out my raging erection and jerked 5 times before blowing an enormous forceful load all over the floor.
I stood there panting looking at myself in the mirror. What came over me? Was I Bi? I couldn't believe I took that risk in Jennifer's bedroom. I thought it wise to quickly clean up my mess and return to Dave's room. Unsurprisingly, we both had sudden appetites and agreed we should order a pizza.
As I sat there in Dave's room contemplating my recent deviant activities a wave of excitement came over me. Though I wondered what this meant about my sexuality I didn't dwell on it. Instead my wonder was focused on the sheer eroticism of my experience. I was perhaps never so turned on before in my life. It was safe to say I was changing.
That Monday school began uneventfully. I daydreamed through my classes in a hyper-sexual headspace. Following classes I had wrestling practice. I arrived at practice late which meant I was getting changed in the locker room all alone. I was down to my underwear when I heard the door open and dress shoes clacking on the floor.
It was Mr. Caldwell. Part of his duties as an administrator were to be available after classes to supervise activities. I definitely felt him "supervising" me at this moment.
He approached me with a smile and asked "Runnin late pal?"
"A little bit sir." I replied.
"Naughty boy" he said as he moved closer putting his hands on my bare shoulders.
He stood about 6 inches taller than me. His big thick hands conveyed strength and overall he was in good shape though a slight belly protruded over his belt line. He wasnt handsome by any means. Nor was he unpleasant to look at.
He rubbed my shoulders and looked right into my eyes. My heart pounded yet I didnt look away. I looked like a deer in the headlights as this much older man touched me inappropriately. I felt small and vulnerable in this position. And I liked it! Suddenly my face formed into a slight smile signalling to him that I was enjoying this intimacy.
My smile emboldened him as he moved his crotch right into mine and trapped me against the locker. I could feel his large hardness up against my growing prick. There was nothing I could do but just submit to his control. I put my hand on his chest further signalling my compliance and he smiled as he realized he hit a jackpot.
I was a nice fresh young piece of meat just there for the taking. I let out a slight moan as his grinding assault continued on my dick. I was rock hard and dripping for him. I was in an erotic haze. This felt so dirty and wrong yet sooooo right.
