Senior year, everything was going my way. The hottest girl in school, Callie N. Taylor, was my girlfriend and I was tapping that three times a week. I love fucking her in her cheerleading uniform. It gets me so turned on that I’ll admit, I bust early sometimes but she’s never complained. Yeah, everything’s going great for ol’ Holden Cook. Well, almost everything.
Mr. Del Toro’s English class is kicking my ass. I mean it’s fucking English. I speak that. I don’t take the bullshit class seriously at all. I mostly just try to talk to Callie or my bros all class. Del Toro is a dick about it. My older sister always said Mr. Del Toro’s classes were her favorites but she’s into books and theater and artsy shit like that.
“Cook. Taylor. See me after class.” He says while we’re laughing about something or other instead of talking about The Once and Future King. Fucking dork.
The class clears out but me and Callie stay behind. As Flora Reiner leaves the room she closes the door behind her and shoots me a knowing smirk. Dunno what that’s about. Maybe she’s into me. Dating Callie has made me ridiculously popular. Del Toro stands up and clears his throat. Ugh. I cannot endure another dumbass lecture about my “wasted potential.”
“You don’t take my class very seriously do you, Mr. Cook?”
Understatement.
“Of course I do, Mr. Del Toro.”
“Bullshit. You’re slacking off in this class and who cares? Your life probably won’t amount to much anyway. But you’re pulling Ms. Taylor down with you. And I can’t abide that. That girl could really be something.”
Callie blushed. “Thank you, Mr. Del Toro.”
“Sweetheart could you come up here for a minute?”
Callie walked up to the front of the classroom. What was going on?
“Holden, I don’t know how a shit like you got a girl like this. You don’t deserve her and I’ve watched with abject horror as you held her back. Well, Mr. Cook, it’s time to put you in your place and show Ms. Taylor what she really deserves.”
“Um, what are you talking about?” I asked. The old fuck was going rotten in the brain.
“Callie, it’s time for you to get a taste of a real man.” Then Mr. Del Toro unzipped and took his dick out.
I read on the internet that average dick size is five and a half inches. So at just a smidge shy of five I’m still in the average range. Mr. Del Toro is ten inches and as thick as a Coke can. He is literally twice as big as me and much much thicker. Callie stares at it wide-eyed.
“You’re 18 now, Callie. It’s time to give up pathetic children like Holden and the microdick he’s been poking you with. It’s time for you to get real cock. So if you know what’s good for you, start sucking. Or you can crawl back to that beta bitch and get out of my classroom.”
I’ll admit I’m hurt by how quickly Callie falls to her knees. She wraps her lips around that monster and starts sucking like… like she’s actually enjoying it? She HATES sucking dick. After spitting my cum out she always says the only good thing about blowing me is that it’s over quick. Hey, don’t judge, she gives great head!
But the head I get is nothing next to what she’s giving Del Toro. She sucks on his balls while stroking the shaft. She runs her tongue over every inch of it, scrotum to tip.
“Oh my god I want to choke on this cock,” she says. Mr. Del Toro grabs her by the hair and fucks her face. I can see her throat bulge when it’s full of his dick. I feel shame that I don’t have enough cock to even make Callie gag, let alone choke.
After a blowjob that last three times as long as I would be able to, Del Toro pulls out and cums in her waiting open mouth. She closes her mouth and smiles as she swallows his whole load.
“Now stand up. Take your top off and bend over my desk.”
“Yes, sir!” Callie does as she’s told, excited to obey.
Del Toro reaches up her cheerleading skirt and pulls her underwear off. He begins licking her asshole. She moans. Then she looks at me.
“You never once did this for me and that’s why all year you never once gave me an orgasm you pathetic little worm!”
“I’m sorry!” Is all I can say. Has she always hated me like this? Why did she even date me?
“God damn right, you’re sorry. Watch how a MAN treats a woman.”
As if on cue, Del Toro stands up and takes her from behind.
“Oh my God it feels so huge inside me! Your pencil dick doesn’t even compare! That’s why I always cheated on you with football players but even they couldn’t prepare me for this sex god!”
I had heard the rumors but always dismissed them. But they were true. The whole football team had had Callie while she was my girlfriend.
Del Toro doesn’t talk while he fucks Callie. He doesn’t need to. With every thrust he shows his utter superiority to me. My dick shrivels in shame. And the most shameful part: this is turning me on. Seeing Callie get railed by a hung older man. I really want to start jacking it but shame keeps me from doing it. I know I don’t deserve the pleasure.
“Fill me with your cum, Mr. D!” She yells. She always made me pull out even though I wore a condom every time. “Breed me like the hot little slut I am!”
Mr. Del Toro grunts as he unloads in Callie’s cunt.
“I need you in my ass, Mr. D. Please fuck my virgin asshole!”
After I jizz I need a good 30-45 minutes to get my energy back but Mr. Del Toro has just cum twice but is still rock hard and ready to go. Callie lays back on the desk and lifts her legs up, grabbing her ankles. She presents her asshole to him. She always told me anal was out of the question. Even in the now-confirmed cheating “rumors” they said she never let anyone in her ass. Now she was BEGGING for it.
Of course Del Toro was up to the task. Callie squealed with absolute joy as he entered her rear. I could see shadows by the door. People were listening. My humiliation wasn’t even private. By the end of the day everyone would know that Callie got fucked in every hole by Mr. Del Toro right in front of me.
As if she’s thinking the same thing, Callie’s screams of ecstasy start getting way more specific.
“Oh GOD, Mr. D. Keep fucking my tight little asshole! After wasting months with Holden Cook’s tiny pecker cumming too quick in me I need a real man like you to show me what fucking REALLY is!”
I hear snickers from outside the door. I am officially a joke in this school. I’m a joke of a man. Not even a man. Not even a boy. Just some sad pathetic worthless thing.
“Cum in my ass, Mr. D! Fill me up like the whore I am!”
Mr. D grunts again as he obliges. Afterwards he pulls out. He’s no longer hard so thank god this humiliation will come to an end. Though I’m still shamed that totally flaccid he is still twice as big as me.
“You’re all messy, Ms. Taylor. Maybe someone should help you clean up.”
Callie nods and smiles. She walks over to me and bends over so I can see Mr. Del Toro’s cum trickling out her asshole.
“Clean me up, bitch.” Callie says to me.
“What?”
“You can’t satisfy a woman so the least you could do is clean up after a man who does.”
“But… I’m not gay. I don’t want cum in my mouth!”
“Lick me clean or this is the last time we ever speak.”
I should just walk away. She just cheated on me in front of me. She said horrible things to me. I shouldn’t put up with this.
But my tongue is cleaning the jizz from her ass seconds later. I’ve never tasted cum before. I don’t think I like it, but as I swallow I think “well at least I know what a real man is supposed to taste like.”
“You’re dismissed,” Mr. Del Toro says.
Callie doesn’t dump me like I think she will. I still take her out, to dinner or the movies. I’m still her boyfriend. But when she gets horny she makes me take her to Mr. Del Toro’s house. She makes me watch. She makes me clean up. It’s the most action I get from her. My only pleasure comes from masturbating later when I get home, but I even do that less as I recognize I don’t deserve the orgasms.
I guess when it really comes down to it Mr. Del Toro taught me more than any other teacher I’ve had. But he wasn’t done with his lessons yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/me0r37/a_lesson_after_class