Boarding School

by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 9 

It was a weekend and students had permission to go home if they wanted to.  More than half of them went.  It was too far for us and Chad and I had stayed behind.  We decided to work out. 

The school hadn't sprung for the fans they'd promised so it was dead air in the weight room.  The windows were open but they were high up so the fresh air didn't reach down  in the pit, as we called it.  Most guys waited till late in the evening when it was cooler, which was why we didn't wait because it got too crowded. Brock was already here. He'd probably been there for a while, his body was glistening with sweat.  Even his jockstrap was sweat soaked, which was all he wore, besides socks and shoes.  I grabbed up a couple of towels and tossed one to Chad.

"Here, you're going to need this, he doesn't wipe up sweat," I said quietly.

"I know, but don't he look great," Chad said.

"Yeah, but that's not going to do us any good; we're here to work out."

"Hey Brock," Chad greeted him.

"Yo."

Brock didn't like to be bothered when he was working out so there wouldn't be any conversation, and Chad and I would have to talk quietly.

I was surprised even when Brock said, "You guys can work out in your jockstraps if you want to. It's cooler."

I had to smile that he thought he had to give us permission, but Chad took him at his word.  He said it was a good idea and was taking off his shorts.  I did the same. It was a little cooler and it felt sexy.  Chad and I were working arms. Brock was doing legs and bench presses; both were obviously successful workout routines for him. His chest was massive and his legs were like tree trunks.  I well remembered how solid they were pounding his thick cock into my ass, and how they felt locked around my head when I was sucking him.

We were about twenty minutes into our workout when Brock asked us to spot him.

"I'm going to failure on bench press warm-ups today, you guys wanta come over here and spot me?"

Of course we would!

"I don't see how those arms could ever possibly fail," I said."

Any size arms will give out under enough strain," he said as he lay back on the bench.  He reached down and casually hefted and adjusted his jockstrap then grasped the bar. Chad and I stood at each end of the bar.   It wouldn't take both of us to handle his warm-up weight but he had asked us both to spot him. He started pumping the barbell and counting reps.  Very quickly, sweat popped out on his face and chest.  Beads of sweat ran down the slopes of his thick pecs and formed tiny rivulets that trickled down into the deep ridges of his abs.  At twenty reps I reached for a towel and wiped at the sweat running into his eyes. He muttered thanks in between counts.

He counted ten more with no signs of weakening.  We stood at the ready. The weight wasn't heavy for Brock but I couldn't have gone past twenty reps with it. At thirty six he began to slow down.  He did three more then announced, "one more." He pushed the bar up one last time with minimal help from us.

"That's not failure," I said.

He managed to spit out, "fuck you" and did one more.  That one was failure. He couldn't get it up to the rack.  We had to help bring it up and rack it.  I made a swipe across his sweaty chest with the towel.  He took the end of it and wiped his face then sat up. His chest muscles bulged mightily and sweat  continued to run down his tanned muscles.  Beads of sweat glistened around his nipples. He clasped his hand over his right pec.

"Fuck, working out in my jockstrap and feeling my muscles all pumped up and being all sweaty makes me horny  Which one of you guys wants to get fucked?"

I did a double take, not that he wanted to fuck--watching him had made me horny too--but we were in the weight room.  He must have read something into my look.

He laughed and said,  "You want it, don't you?" as he groped his jock.  "Watch the door," he told Chad as he waved me over to the bench.  He spread a towel  over it and told me to lie down.  I did. There was no resisting the guy.  If you saw him you would understand. He straddled the bench and reached down and brought my legs up. He shoved my legs over me and put my feet under the bar, bending me completely in half.  My ass was straight up and wide open 

"Fuck, your ass is even more awesome in a jockstrap," he said as he pulled his own jockstrap to the side to free his cock and balls.

I noticed again how his fingers wouldn't reach all the way around his cock and I braced myself. This was going to be like a virgin entry; Chad hadn't opened me up for him this time.

He dropped a mouthful of spit into the crack of my ass and dipped the head of his cock in it.  I could see Chad at the door, watching it, and us. He had his jockstrap pulled aside too, and was stroking his cock.

"This is going to be a good, sweaty fuck.  You're gonna like it," Brock said.  Then he shoved and entered me.  Brock wasn't known for gentle finesse.  He set his cock firmly on target so there would be no slippage then he dug his thick fingers into my butt muscles and shoved.

My attempt to psych myself up and brace myself failed.  There was no such thing with Brock.  His cock bored into me in one powerful thrust, like a battering ram.  I closed my eyes and winced and grasped the barbell with all my strength, so tight my knuckles turned white.  And I cried out,  "Mother-Fuck!"  It hurt. 

"Not so loud.  The windows are open.  They can't see us but they can hear us."

I didn't cry out again, but he forced a lot of squeals and groans out of me which I think delighted him. He didn't much care if they were groans of pain or pleasure.  Most of them were the latter, and after a while I was trying to keep from screaming with pleasure.

Brock knew how to fuck.  He knew how to move. I suspected he practiced fucking his fist when he was still in the womb. And his size was just incredible. On top of that was the mere sight of his muscular body over me.

"You watching the door?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Yes. All clear," Chad said.

"Don't jack that thing clear off cause I wanta fuck you next," he told him.

"I won't....I won't," Chad said.

Brock's confidence was as sexy as he was physical.  He knew he would get me off and as soon as he had fucked my load out of me, Chad would take my place under him. I have thought back that it was little wonder that he was able to keep the mother and daughter happy.  He was like a prize Clydesdale stallion; he was bred for breeding.  He saw it as his purpose in life.

He was fucking me crazy. He kept an eye out, concerned that Chad wasn't being diligent, while I didn't care of the entire student  body came in to watch us.  I wanted to cum so bad, and I felt constantly on the verge but it wouldn't release.  I thought it was because Brock's cock was so thick, he was causing a restriction that prevented the valves from opening, or something like that.  Maybe it was the position we were in, too.  Finally, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Brock....!" I gasped.

"You getting close?"

"Yeah, but I can't cum!" I moaned.  "Maybe....if you take your cock out....and use your fingers on me for a little bit, till I start cumming, then you can shove back in and finish fucking my brains out."

"I can do that," he said.

He pulled out, leaving my asshole feeling like the Grand Canyon. I didn't know if Brock even knew what the prostate was but when he shoved two long, thick fingers inside my gaping hole he easily found it and I had to put my forearm over my mouth to muffle my outcry, he knew.

"I guess I found it, huh.  Man, I can feel something.....feels like a live walnut, it's sort of throbbing.  Is that doing the truck?  Am I getting you there?"

I nodded frantically, cringing from the intense pleasure.

"Let me know when you're ready."

I nodded and fought to gain some control so I could move my arm from my mouth.

"Now!" I gasped finally.  "Now, Brock! Give me your cock!  I'm gonna cum!  Fuck me!  Ohh, Godd, fuck me, you big stallion!"

I could try to describe it but it wouldn't be an accurate account because I sort of blacked out. I didn't know for how long.  Chad said only for a few seconds.  Brock was smacking my face and laughing when I came to.

"Shit, man, I was afraid I really did fuck your brains out.  Fuck, look at the load you shot off. Looks like you saved that up for a month."

I was so drained and weak I couldn't move. Brock had to work my feet from under the barbell then pull me out from under it and help me sit up.  Sweat almost sheeted down my chest, along with the cum. Brock was barely fazed.  His cock as still standing out like a battering ram.

"You ready?" he asked Chad.

"Yes."

"Soon as Justin grows some legs so he can come and watch the door."

While I stood watch, Brock fucked Chad. Instead of lying on the bench like me, Brock bent him over the barbell.  Chad nearly went nuts for the first minute or two from being impaled almost to the raping point.  As I watched I wondered if Brock had been as brutal on me as he appeared to be with Chad.  I really didn't know, I was so consumed with lust and pleasure.  The sight of them brought my cock back up and I was drooling over Brock's awesome butt muscles.  His butt was like smooth rock except that it was alive, rippling mightily with each thrust. It would be impossible to rim him, the way he moved, but I had to have my hands on his bulging, rippling muscles, and smell his sweat, and taste it if he would let me. I set two fifty pounds plates against the door and went over to the bench.

"You're supposed to be watching the door,"  he said.

"I blocked it with two fifty pounders," I said as I put one hand over his butt.  I put my other hand on his massive chest. His nipples were like bullets.

"Let me do this," I said hoarsely as I leaned in and locked my mouth over his nipple.

"Ohhh!" he gasped with surprise. "Ohhh...Ohhh, fuck....ohh, yeah, man, suck it....Ohhhh..... awwwh, damn, suck that tit.

Brock was no match for both of us.  He lasted barely minutes after I started sucking his tits.

"Let us share your load," I told him.

He didn't say anything and I didn't know if he would, or if he wanted to shoot in Chad's ass. A moment later he pulled out and announced with a grunt that he was about to cum. I squatted down beside the bench with my mouth open and Chad scrambled to turn around on the bench.  We sucked and licked the thick cock till Brock sprayed us both. We were like two hungry birds being fed their mother...or father, in this case. He got a lot of it in our mouths, but most of it streaked down our faces. 

When he was finished he smacked our faces with his rubbery cock and used it to scoop up his cum and guide it into our mouths. We were both savoring the wonderful taste of the virile stud when he clamped his big hands on top of our heads and turned us to face each other. 

"I wanta see you kiss."

We were happy and quick to oblige. We lashed our cum coated tongues and locked our mouths together to kiss and pass his warm, wonderful semen back and forth. 

"Aww, fuck, that's hot," Brock moaned.

It was hotter than he knew.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/03/10