Post-Gym 2

"Good, Jackson. Now try this here..." Mr A pushed his cock into my face and I grabbed it, pushing it deep into my mouth as I did with Mr Bennaire. I reached up and started pulling Mr Bennaire's cock again, and I felt him stand up to start kissing Mr A again. I looked up and saw them running their hands over each other, lustfully thrusting each other's tounges in each other's mouths. I smiled and continued pushing my head deep over Mr A's cock. My own cock hung in the air, twitching with excitement as I serviced my two teachers. Every now and then I would switch between their cocks, tasting each one and jacking the other one off. Their cocks dripped with precum, which I licked up and swallowed, not even bothering to taste it. They helped me slip my shirt off and I kicked off my shorts and underwear, leaving us all naked.

After a few minutes, Mr Bennaire helped me up, suddenly pulled me close to his body and forced his tounge down my throat like he had done with Mr A. I reciprocated, feeling his warm breath blast over my face each time his mouth opened to the air. He was growling like a fierce beast, using his muscular arms to hold my shoulders against his and gripping my body all over. I was breathing just as hard, trying to match his strength. I explored his body with my own hands, feeling his back and his powerful, flexing shoulderblades, all the way down to his solid ass. From what I could feel, Mr A was holding my shoulder and jacking himself off to our hot show. Several times we broke apart for air, but pushed together twice as hard again.

When we broke apart for the last time, Mr Bennaire turned me and sat me down on the edge of the bench.
"You're doing well, Jackson," he said, but Mr A was still smiling, rubbing Mr Bennaire's and my shoulders, letting his cock hang in the air.
"Do you think you've learnt your lesson?" he asked me, looking into my eyes like he meant it. I glanced at Mr A, felt his thumbs rubbing against my shoulder and saw his cock twitch, begging for more.
"I think so, sir," I said to Mr Bennaire innocently, "but Mr A doesn't look like he thinks so." Mr A shook his head and looked at me sternly.
"I think he needs a bit more treatment before he can be trusted in class again," he said. Mr Bennaire lifted one of my legs over the bench and sat the same way, facing me. Our cocks were nearly touching, although mine was clearly overshadowed my Mr Bennaire's monster. Mr Bennaire looked at me and held my shoulders.
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Ned, Jackson," he said. He let go and I layed back on the bench, lifting my head to watch him. Mr A helped Mr Bennaire lift my legs around Mr Bennaire's hips and Mr Bennaire held his cock against my ass, his head pressing against my hole.
"Do you think we ought to continue, or would you rather we pick this up at a later time?" he asked me. Mr A sat down on the bench behind me, holding my face in his hands. I couldn't see what he was doing.
"I don't think I'd have and other oppurtunity, sir" I said, and I squeezed his hips softly with my thighs.
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Mr Bennaire pushed and I felt my asshole stretch to accomodate his enormous rod. I gasped but I felt Mr A's hands squeezing my shoulders in reassurance. I lifted my head and felt Mr Bennaire pull my body closer by my hips. I watched as he continued to push, pushing his lips out and growling more. My asshole stretched even further and I fought against the pain, trying to relax my muscles and stretch my thighs further to allow his monster to reach further into my ass...

When I thought he could go no deeper I felt Mr Bennaire start to pull himself out of me, slowly sliding his cock out of my asshole. I felt myself relaxing even more but I gripped the edges of the bench on my sides to stop myself from moving any more, letting Mr Bennaire do all the work. I looked up at him, his magnificently broad chest, his strong arms holding my hips, his scalp glistening with sweat and his face, tense and vicious. He pushed his pelvis back into me and I felt his cock reach even deeper in, and I cried out in pain. But it felt so good, his massive member inside me, pressing into my prostate. I could feel his hands dig into my sides and I gripped the bench harder. I watched and felt as Mr Bennaire, this huge, looming monster started thrusting faster into my ass. I moaned and groaned as he growled and gasped, his hips smacked into my ass faster and louder...

Mr A was suddenly at my side, and I grabbed his face and viciously attacked him, positively ravaging his gorgeous face with my tongue, feeling him start rubbing my cock quickly in time with Mr Bennaire's thrusts. He pulled out and I took one last look at Mr Bennaire's animalistic image before Mr A stepped over me and the bench to cover my face. I leant back and found myself face-to-face with Mr A's balls, hanging over my mouth. I reached up and took them in my mouth, sucking lightly on them, feeling their warmth and tiny hairs bristling the surface. As I felt the telltale pushes that told me Mr A was beating again, I let my tongue explore the mixture of smooth and wrinkly surfaces of his scrotum as I continued to straddle Mr Bennaire's monster still plunging in and out of me.

When Mr A finally got off me, I was about to cum. I tried to say something but I was out of breath, and only managed a vague whisper. Thankfully, Mr A noticed, and stood behind Mr Bennaire and, holding his hips, slowed his thrusting. I lay back on the bench and panted, trying to regain my strength. When I next looked up, Mr Bennaire was straddling Mr A, who had him lying forwards on the bench and was standing behind him, leaning in as he pushed, already at high speed. Mr Bennaire looked up at me and spoke roughly through Mr A's pounds.

"I th-think you've d-d-done well, Ja-Jackson..." he managed to say, and gestured with his hand that wasn't gripping onto the bench for me to move forward. I let my legs drape over each side of the bench and let Mr Bennaire push his face into my cock. I watched Mr A pound him and his head pushing on and off of my cock. I heard him growl through his pushes and he relinquished his grip on the bench to hold onto my thighs. The feel of his strong hands on my thighs was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but I tried to hold it off. I held his head and felt his smooth scalp, slippery due to his sweat. Mr A watched me and grinned. I watched him pound his boss, his chest and face red with the heat, and his powerful muscles working to their full potential to savagely pump into him...

I felt myself cumming and watched as my cock erupted in ectasy, I felt the adrenaline pump through my body like I had been shocked, and all of my pleasure seemed to come from and leave through my cock. Mr Bennaire took all of my hot cum in his mouth and I felt him push my cock deep into his mouth, where I continued to spasm and spurt directly down his throat. I slid back from Mr Bennaire and Mr A when I had finally stopped spilling my juice and Mr Bennaire had swallowed and licked up every last drop. I watched Mr A thrust faster and faster before he screwed up his eyes and lean his head back. As Mr A moaned I saw his cock twitch and throb as he came directly into Mr Bennaire, who leant back too with screwed up eyes. Mr A continued to thrust until he could continue no more, and he pulled out of Mr Bennaire to sit down on the bench.

Mr Bennaire panted and groaned on the bench for a few seconds before pulling himself into a seated position. He supported himself with his hands on either side of his hips and spread his legs wide to keep his ass from squeezing together so soon. By then, Mr A and I had recovered and were ready to finish off what we had started. We kneeled on either side of Mr Bennaire's legs and each took Mr Bennaire's cock with one hand each. Mr Bennaire held onto my shoulder with his other and I held onto his as we both started to rub up and down Mr Bennaire's pipe. We both licked up and down his cock, tasting his head and his balls, switching between jacking him off and each of us sucking.

Soon, when Mr A was sucking his head and I was jacking off his base, Mr Bennaire's legs lifted up into the air and he moaned his loudest, and his cock exploded into Mr A's mouth, with all the exess he didn't catch oozing down onto my hand, which I used to help rub faster. Mr Bennaire held onto us as we continued to stimulate him, Mr A still sucking out his juice and me still pulling him. When the flow had finally stopped, Mr A had swallowed the last drop, we lay back and let Mr Bennaire recuperate from his service.

It took ten minutes before we could all get dressed again and clean up. But when Mr A was in his trademark shorts, Mr Bennaire had his trousers belted and I had my uniform neatly buttoned up, we left the locker room. As I was leaving the building, though, I heard a squelching noise from behind me, and the whispering voice of Mr Bennaire:

"If you ever have more troubles with that Jackson, send him to my office. I'll set him straight..."