Bryce The Prick

"Think!" said Bryce derisively. "Why else would they teach at an all boys boarding school? They're all fags! Half the teachers at this school have sucked my dick, and the other half would do it if I told them to."

"Mr. Connolly isn't a fag," I said. Mr. Connolly was new that year. The only black teacher at the school, he was young, handsome, and very masculine.

"Ha!" said Bryce. "That darky? I'll bet you twenty-five bucks he'll be slurping on my rod before the day is over."

The truth was, I hated Bryce. He was arrogant, rude and racist. But he was also movie-star gorgeous, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a tightly muscled body. He was the youngest son of a very rich family, so he had wealth and class as well. I had a tremendous crush on him, which he knew but never mentioned, and so was able to exploit at every possible opportunity.

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"Where are you going?" I said. "The tennis courts are that way."

"But the teacher's quarters are this way," said Bryce. He rubbed his crotch where an obscene bulge was pushing through the fabric of his short white shorts. "No time like the present."

Soon enough I was stationed in the bushes outside Mr. Conolly's apartment. The shade was closed, but not all the way, and the window was also slightly open, so I could see and hear perfectly everything that was going on inside. Mr. Conolly was sleeping in an easy chair in front of the TV. He looked tired, like it had been a long day teaching. When he heard the knocking at his door, he grumbled and got up slowly.

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"Office hours are over," he said gruffly. "Come back tomorrow."

Bryce put his foot out to stop the door as Mr. Conolly tried to close it.

"Office hours my ass," he said. "Let's cut the bullshit. Are you ready to suck my dick or what?"

Mr. Conolly's eyes widened, and the sleepy look left his face.

"Am I ready to WHAT?" he said.

"Every new teacher sucks my dick at least once," said Bryce, pushing his way into the room, and shutting the door behind him. "It's kind of like an initiation. And tonight, you're the lucky one."

"Ohhh", said Mr. Conolly. "You're Bryce, right? I've heard a lot about you."

The tension in the room was suddenly very thick.

"Of course you have," said Bryce. Smoothly, he jerked his shorts down and off, causing his young dick to pop upwards. Crouching outside, I felt my own dick go hard in my pants.

Mr. Conolly nodded. Without saying a word, he pushed Bryce down onto the sofa. Then, to my disgust, he knelt and took Bryce's dick into his mouth.

Understand, I wasn't disgusted by the sex act. That just made me horny. But I was disappointed to see Mr. Conolly, a teacher I liked and respected, turned into just one more worshipper at the altar of Bryce, that bastard prick.

Scant seconds later, Bryce pushed Mr. Conolly away. His dick wasn't even fully hard any more, looking like a fat worm from where I was.

"That's enough," he sneered. "I'm not really into you. I just needed to win a bet."

"Fine," said Mr. Conolly. "It must be my turn to get my dick sucked then."

"What?" said Bryce. "You must be crazy! I'm not sucking your dick! You must not understand how this works. All you faggot teachers suck my dick any time I feel like it. I don't do anything in return. And if you'd better not try to upset things, because I'll go to the cops and have the whole pervert lot of you thrown in jail for molesting students."

He paused for a moment, and then threw his last insult in Mr. Conolly's face.

"Nigger!"

Without hesitation, Mr. Conolly reached out with one of his powerful hands and slapped Bryce across the face, leaving angry pink against the whiteness of Bryce's skin. At the exact same moment, Bryce's half hard dick snapped back to attention.

"I think you're the one who doesn't understand," said Mr. Conolly. "Let me explain to you how things are going to go. First, you are going to suck my dick and suck it well, because when you get done, I'm gonna stick it up your bratty white ass. Then I'm gonna fuck you good and hard and you're going to enjoy it. And when I get done with that, you can tell whoever the fuck you want to, do you understand?"

Bryce mumbled something, and Mr. Conolly slapped him again. Incredibly, Bryce's dick cranked up another notch as he got slapped, to the the point where it was almost quivering.

"Yes sir!" he said.

"And you in the window!" said Mr. Conolly, suddenly spinning around and pointing at me. "Get in here! I want you to see your buddy getting punked."

I was so scared I almost wet myself, but I obediently made my way to the inside. By the time I got there, Mr. Conolly had Bryce completely naked. Somehow that made him seem a lot more vulnerable then when he had his shirt on like before.

"You!" said Mr. Conolly, grabbing me by the arm. "Come here!"

He pulled me over until I was right next to them. I could see it all, Bryce's tight abs, his soft brush of blond pubic hair, his still quivering dick. Without another word, Mr. Conolly pulled down his own pants, revealing a black monster of impressive size. Bryce's eyes widened, but he obediently knelt down and sucked it in. My own dick was burning me by now, and I tugged it out of my pants to get some relief.

"That's it," said Mr. Connolly. "Get it good and sloppy!"

A minute later, he tugged it out of Bryce's mouth, dripping with spit, leaving Bryce looking vacant and longing, like a dog with its bone taken away.

"Get up on the sofa," said Mr. Conolly. I had never seen two men fucking before, and I expected him to do Bryce from behind, but instead what he did was unexpected. He tugged Bryce's legs up and over his shoulders, and fucked him like he was a girl.

"Oh shit!" said Bryce, as Mr. Conolly worked his way into Bryce's ass. "Shit! It's huge!"

He cried out in pain a few times, and then, unbelievably, his next moan sounded like pleasure. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!"

"Yeah boy, you like that, don't you?" said Mr. Conolly, as he reached a hand down and began roughly jerking Bryce off in time with his thrusts.

It was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen, the young black teacher's dark body thrusting and thrusting into Bryce's sweet white ass. Bryce's blue eyes were screwed shut, and his blond hair was disheveled, but the moans he was making were the helpless sounds of someone in the grip of the greatest pleasure he had ever known.

Meanwhile, I was jerking myself off like crazy, imagining myself alternately in each of their places. As Mr. Conolly's thrusts intensified, Bryce moaned louder until all three of us suddenly CAME together in a single burst of sexual release.

Later that night, I helped a limping Bryce back to his room. His white shorts had a giant wet stain where Mr. Conolly's cum had oozed out of Bryce's ass.

"It was so good," he kept mumbling. "It was so good!"

Just before I closed the door behind Bryce and whatever story he was going to choose to tell his roommate, I slipped some money into his hand.

"What? What's this for?" he asked blearily.

"That? You won the bet," I said. Then, after the door closed, I whispered to the laughing oak. "And every good whore deserves to be paid."

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