Pedophiles At School

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Part 6

One afternoon in October, Mr. Newman had just dismissed his class for the day when Mark saw Jody waiting for him outside the classroom. "Hi, Cap! What's up?" They high fived each other.

"Someone wants to meet you, Champ. He asked me to bring you. I told him I thought you were free today. Right?"

"Yeah, sure. Anything for you, Cap." Mark grabbed his mentor's hand and they began walking across campus. "So who's this mystery guy, Cap?"

Jody ignored the question. "You don't need to work on your arithmetic or something? We don't want you to fall behind."

"No, we got social studies homework, but I got excused."

"No Shit, why?" Jody had never heard of any cadet ever being excused from homework.

"It was about our pres-dint. And the teacher saw I knew it all already." Jody's curiosity was obvious. "Well, that's 'cause me and my family went to Washin-ton last summer and I learned all 'bout the pres-dint and how he's the commander in chief over the whole army, and navy, and all that, and he can declare war, and then congriss has to pay for it and stuff like that. Hehe, I think Newman was impressed."

"Yeah, Champ, I'm impressed too."

"Who wants to see me? C'mon tell me. I'm dyin here! Where we goin?"

"Hehe, we're already here." They were standing outside the gymnasium building. Jody brought Mark inside and down the hall to one of the offices. The door was open.

"Captain Jody, come on in." It was Coach Jeffries. "And this, of course, is Private Mark Wilson."

"We call him Champ, Sir," Jody smiled.

Coach Jeffries picked Mark up and sat him on his lap. Five minutes earlier, he had dismissed his last PE class and was still awfully sweaty. Mark liked the musky flavor of an active man's perspiration. "Do you know who I am, Son?"

"Fuck, yeah. I mean, Yes, Sir, Sir. You're Jody's soccer coach. Jody told me we won the big game last weekend."

"That's right, Mark. I see you're a sports fan."

"Yeah, I like sports lots, Sir. I like baseball, football, basketball, track, dodgeball, volleyball, wrestling, lacrosse, gymnastics, and, oh yeah, soccer of course."

"Jody told me you like other things also, Son." Jeffries nodded to Jody to close the office door.

"Oh yeah. I like cookies and cartoons and biking and Sunday school and social studies and getting merits and seeing Jody and going home and coming back and all my uncles and aunts and the cruise ship and Grandpa, he died, and fishing and ghost stories and..." Jody and Coach looked at each other, smiling, wondering when Mark would get to the answer they wanted.

Finally, Jeffries interrupted, "Is there something you like to do with Jody, Mark?"

"Sure, I like to do everything with Jody. He's the best mentor in the whole world. He..." Suddenly the dawn broke and Mark realized what Coach was getting at. "Oh, you mean, uh, well, yeah. But it's not against the rule or nothin. Major told me so. If we don't force or co-herst, then we can do it. Ain't that right!"

"That's right, Mark. You and Jody can do anything like that as long as there's no force or coercion. And you can do it with other cadets as well."

"I know, I sucks them too, and some of them fucks me, but not as good as Jody. I like his fucks the best." Coach was glad he could finally use straight talk with the boy.

"There's something else you might not know, Mark."

"What's that?"

"Not only can you fuck with the other cadets, but it's also not against the rules at Claviger to fuck with the staff." Jeffries was right. There were state laws about adults corrupting the morals of minors, but no, there weren't any school rules prohibiting a little intergenerational fun.

"You mean like the teachers?" Coach nodded. "Wow, Major didn't tell me that." Mark stared off at a bag of soccer balls in the corner. His mental gears were working overtime.

"As long as there's no force or coercion, Champ." Mark could feel the Coach's cock stiffen under his ass.

Mark hesitated, "Well, uhm, ..."

"Let me talk to him, Coach." Jody took Mark off to a corner and began whispering, even though Jeffries could still hear every word as he waited rubbing his crotch.

"Look, Mark, if you don't want to do it with Coach, that's fine. No one is going to be mad or anything. Coach understands. If you want to leave now, that's fine."

"No, I don't wanta leave. I wanta suck off the Coach."

"Well, fuck, what's the matter then, Champ?"

"It's just, well, when we do it in your room, y'know, I'm like in my PJs and now I'm like in my uniform and if I kneel down, y'know, I'll make my knees baggy and then I'll get like a million demerits." Jody smiled at him, obviously relieved. "Cap, you think Coach would mind if I take my uniform off?"

"Ask him, Champ."

"Sir, Coach, may I have permission to take off my uniform, Sir?"

Jeffries was smiling broadly. "Permission granted, Cadet."

Jody helped Mark undress, took a hanger from Coach's locker, and carefully hung the uniform. Mark was relaxed now. He looked at Jeffries rubbing away at his package. "Coach, you want me to help you with that, Sir?"

"I'd be honored to get a blow job from Claviger's Champion Cocksucker."

"Hehe." Mark got on his knees in front of Jeffries. He took the elastic waistband of the Coach's soccer shorts and eased them down off his hips on to his hairy legs. Under them, Coach was wearing only a jockstrap, which gave Mark an idea. He took the man's hips and turned him around, then buried his face in the sweaty crack between his muscular glutes and began to eat his ass. Jody was flabbergasted. After all these weeks, he never realized the boy knew how to rim also. Jody began rubbing his own tool furiously.

Coach was delirious. "Oh, Fuck, Kid. Oh, Shit. I've had plenty of hookers in my time, but no one ever chewed my ass like that. Please don't stop. Oh, yeah. Oh, Shit. Oh, Fuck."

Suddenly, Coach took his big gun arm and cleared off his desk. Papers, pencils, clipboards, appointment books, pictures, stopwatches, all went flying to the floor. He kicked off his shorts and jock and lay down on the desk, his legs bent. Then he grabbed the seven year old, lifted him effortlessly, and put him on his chest, Mark's face on his crotch. He gripped the boy's two small globes through his regulation undies like they were miniature soccer balls. Mark inhaled the strong heady stink of sweaty balls and went right to work, licking the shaft from helmet to nuts, then engulfing the virile mantool in his mouth and sucking it hard. Coach fondled the boy's dick and balls and pushed the undies to the side off one buttock so he could finger the lad's hole. His own balls were dancing in delight as Mark continued the oral assault on his cock. He leaned his head back off the end of the desk. "Come here, Jody, give Coach a taste of your teen meat." Jody opened his fly and pushed his pulsing cock into his coach's hungry mouth. Mark was even happier now. He loved a threeway; it always made everyone hornier. Mark could tell Jeffries was about to blow his wad. He sucked expectantly knowing he was about to get his delicious creamy reward. But suddenly Coach pulled back on the boy's shoulders and sprayed his jizz on his young face. Moments later, Jody pulled out of the man's mouth and sprayed his teencum on Coach's chest, hitting Mark's bare legs in the process. Man and teen continued to shoot and Mark was euphoric.

When both volleys subsided, Mark wiggled around first licking Jody's dripping cock, then Jeffries's, then his own cheeks as far as his tongue could reach. "Fuck, Coach Jeffries, that was some shit fun!"

All three stripped off their clothes, wrapped their loins in towels and quickly slipped down the hall unobserved to the shower room. Laughing and swatting each other's asses, they managed to get clean. Back in Coach's office, they got dressed and Coach kissed them both and sent them on their way. As the two cadets, arrayed in their handsome uniforms and sporting broad smiles crossed the parade grounds, they passed some staff members whom Mark now saw in a whole new light of possibilities. Jody asked Mark, "How come you never rimmed my ass, Champ? You've been holding out on me."

"Hehe, well, Coach he stunk so good, I just felt like it."

"Tonight when we get to my room, I'm going to do a hundred pushups. I used to do them every night before I went to bed but Chauncy and the guys complained the room reeked. But we'll surprise them tonight, when they see what you can do. Is it a deal, Champ?"

"OK, on one condition, Cap. I ride on your back while you do your pushups, hehe."

"Deal!"

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