Supplementary Class

[RyN]

Supplementary class

 

The boy's chiseled abs twitched as his breath caught in his throat. A spasm passed up the carved definitions of his abdominal muscles from the lowest row of protruding bricks wedging in between the deep trenches of his appollo's belt then up the second, third, fourth and finally fifth row of twin definitions to cover the full length of the young stud's sculpted tenpack glistening from a trail of saliva, before passing onto the two broad blocks of pectoral muscles protruding towards the ceiling above the bumpy road of abdominals for several inches. Tightening the thick somewhat over-proportional pecs squeezed out ridges of rock-hard muscle flesh with deep horizontal striations.

Lying on his back at the foot end of the bed with his feet planted on the floor the youth was facing the ceiling with his eyes half-closed and his lips slightly agape. He let out a slight moan between the panting as the woman increased her efforts on his dick; her head bobbing up and down the shaft of his huge pillar of cock struggling to take in its entire length into the wet warmth of her mouth and throat as she was eagerly sucking the younger male's dick.

The teen writhed slightly his arms raised above his head and trembling slightly from the arousal of his nubile body with the woman moaning loudly and trembling with excitement as she continued her tongue-lashing and sexual stimulation on his almost grotesquely large manhood ever so slowly driving him towards his climax.

Finally a raspy gasp escaped the stud's lips as his muscles tightened and his body stiffened with a small number of deep grunts from the young man his huge cock erupted squirted a load of thick white cum with such volume and pressure the woman audibly struggled to swallow it all nearly choking on the boy's ejaculate.

The teen let out a soft sigh as he stayed down on his back, while his eager cocksucker slumped down on her butt on the floor at its end. Her face visibly reddened and her long blonde hair slightly messy.

»Oh wow, Ellie, not bad.«, the boy mused with a slight chuckle the slim lips of his devilishly handsome face parting to flash pearly white teeth, »For an older lady you sure no how to give head.«

The woman was clearly not pleased to be called an »older lady« nor to find herself on her butt or knees on the floor of an eighteen-year-old's bedroom, but with her face flushing a deep red displaying her shame she slowly climbed up to her feet and straightened up with all the dignity she could muster. »It's Mrs...«, she cut off too embarrassed to speak, »I would be thankful if you would not call me Ellie, Paxton. My name is Eleanor.«

The boy, Paxton, sat up and run a hand back through the mane of reddish-brown hair as he surveyed the woman with a bemused look. He was in ridiculously good shape and had just about no body fat. His paper-thin skin was stretching tightly over his lean body's shredded muscles as they were shifting and popping with every little movement and even just his breath. There were anatomy charts with less pronounced obliques then the ribbons of muscles lining his sides and less noticeable serratus than those flexing next to his tenpack.

»Naw...«, the boy said with a mischievous smirk emerald green eyes flashing in a mocking challenge, »I don't think so, Ellie.«

The woman stood opposite of the nude 5'8 boy still seated on his bed as he placed his wrist across his naked thigh letting his hand dangle just above his massive still half-erect member, but did not say anything.

»I trust our little problem is sorted out with this?«, Paxton asked.

Eleanor inhaled. »Of course«

»Well, it was fun... Greet your husband, 'kay?«

Slowly the woman turned around and took a step towards the bedroom door. She steadied herself once more and visibly prepared herself then opened it and stepped out into the hallway.

There were three more teens Paxton's age waiting there.

»Not bad, teach. Normally Pec doesn't come that quickly when it's a girl.«, one of them told her grinning.

»Can I get the same, if I fall behind in class or does the boss have to put out again?«, another jeered.

»Ignore them. See you at school Mrs. Cassidy.«, the last said with fake politeness as the woman strode past them eyes directed straight ahead.

The boys were looking after the teacher until she was gone then stepped into Paxton's room and closed the door behind it.

»Dude, I can't believe you got her to suck your cock and pay you for it.«, one of Paxton's friends  the tall, dark-haired Andy said. He had broad shoulders and powerful built in his own right, although he was not as ludicrously sculpted as his naked friend.

»What part about Pec being a slut is new?«, the shorter blonde, Michael, asked gruffly. He was still fit but less outwardly muscular than Andy. »Who were you thinking about during your... Supplementary class in Sex Ed?«

»Who do you think?«, Paxton asked him with a shrug and a sheepish smile.

»You've got to be joking.«, Andy scoffed..

Paxton flipped him the bird. »Fuck you, why settle for mediocre if you've got perfection right here.« As he spoke Paxton was glancing at his right biceps with some admiration as he slowly curled his arm and watched the thick muscle expand with shocking size in a thick round bulge then harden into a steep wedge drawing his skin thin until it outlined a deep furrow splitting the massive muscle in half and a thick branching vein pulsating across the muscle. His by now mostly limp cock was starting to rise up and get engorged again from the sight of his own powerful muscles.

»Uh boss, aren't you going to get clothed?« The third of the boys was named Owen and was as tall and athletic as Andy, but had slightly less size in exchange for more definition. He had only recently been accepted into Paxton's inner circle of friends and this was the first time he had witnessed something like this. Therefore he had been standing back rather awkwardly so far attempting not to stare at the nude Paxton, but failing with every glance towards his exposed manhood.

»What for?«, Paxton wanted to know grinning as he leaned back on his palms and provocatively spread his thighs, »You guy's all like what you see, don't you?«

Michael chuckled with a broad smile not even attempting to hide his interest in his friends massive dick. »Yeah, no shit«

»You're so cocky.«,Andy grunted on the other hand as he crossed his arms.

Paxton turned his gaze towards the jock and removed one of his hands from the bed sheets behind him and placed it right on his meat again beginning to slide his strong fingers up and down his shaft and rub it with all three of his friends watching.

»Come on, dude, stop it!«, Andy grunted but could not suppress a hungry grin as he saw his friends massive cock swell and rise up to even more astounding size.

»Yeah, cut it out.«, Michael agreed as he strolled over to the bed and dropped down on top of one of Paxton's thighs. Throwing one arm over his friends strong shoulders he extended the other arm downward to grip Paxton's cock.

The naked muscleboy relented, letting his blonde friend takeover for him in jerking him off as he put his arm around Michael's waist instead and placed his lips on the shorter boy's ear as he moaned softly.

»You horny slut.«, he whispered the voice filled with disdain that let the blonde let out a small moan.

»Guys come on...«, Owen tried to interrupt his friends then looked over to Andy looking for help.

The other boy however had his full attention on Michael masturbating Paxton clearly enjoying the view.

Noticing his discomfort Paxton glanced over towards him. »Don't pretend you don't enjoy the view, Owen.«, he mused then continued coldly, »Or I might have to take my big dick and pound the truth out of your scrawny virgin asshole.«

Michael froze for the fraction of a second as he was jerking off Paxton and shot the taller boy an angry glare like to tell him not to dare give the godlike teenager a reason to find his sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

It was not necessary Owen already felt as uncomfortable as he possible could about the prospect of Paxton making good on his threat.

The nude teen chuckled eyes flashing mischievously. »Just kidding, bro. I'm not going to fuck you unless you beg for it.« Paxton's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed directly at Owen as he slowly tilted his head with and his luscious kissable lips curled into a knowing smirk as he spoke. »On your knees, like a bitch.«

The lesser stud's knees felt weak already and then Paxton moaned loudly as Michael increased his efforts on his oversized cock and threw his head back in his neck his reddish brown hair whipping back and his muscles twitching in a breathtaking display the effect cascading down his torso from his massive iron-clad pecs the rows of carved abs and chiseled obliques until it reached his hips and his cock twitched impressively.

Owen's breath rattled from a not fully held back moan that came out as a wheeze and he could not help but realize that his pants felt a whole lot tighter all of a sudden.

Paxton laughed his tongue slipping out of his mouth and lolling down for a moment before it slid across his hungry lips and Owen's breath finally stopped altogether. The naked stud winked at him. »You're welcome, Owen.«, he told him and bounced his left pectoral once.

That was enough Owen, who had never in his life had felt attracted to another guy came in his pants. With a loud panicked moan he collapsed forward onto his hands and feet on the floor of Paxton's bedroom.

Apparently content with the response the massive teen folded his arms behind his head and let himself fall back down on his back still with his eager supporter working to get him off again as well.

»Never forget, guys...«, he mused, »It's my world, you just get to live here.«

 

The end

[Ro20316]

this was so good. I would love tor ead mroe of their adventures

[RyN]

10 hours ago, Ro20316 said:

this was so good. I would love tor ead mroe of their adventures

Thanks for the comment. Glad you liked the story.

I'm generally a slow and rather infrequent writer so, I can't promise anything, but I might revisit the characters.

[bobtimbob]

Yeah great! Love Paxton's self-assured dominance and would love to hear more about him and crew.

[RyN]

First class

 

Ms. Cassidy was a new teacher who only had started her teaching appointment at their school now in the beginning of the year. Tall, thin and immaculately dressed in a pinstriped dark blazer and with her dark her neatly tied back in a low ponytail the attractive woman in her early thirties was an image of professionalism. She addressed the students of her algebra class with a subdued smile and an effortless calm confidence. An image she had probably intended to maintain after their first lesson together.

»Pec is going to be late«, Michael had told her at the beginning of the class and when she had asked for the reason his response had been a shrug and, »Didn't feel like coming yet.«

»He didn't feel like coming to class?«, she had asked skeptically.

Michael had scoffed. »Yeah, that too I suppose.«

The teacher had let it stand fully intent on asking the boy in question himself once he arrived and not be nearly as pleasant about it than with his messenger. However the student had not arrived just a few minutes into her algebra class, but only now in the later half of it.

The outrageously confident teenager strolled in casually kicking the door open with a swing to his step, a broad grin on his beautiful face and clearly without any books or materials as there was not even a bag on him to hold them.

He looked absolutely dashing doing so. The eighteen-year-old high-school student was drop dead gorgeous with a smooth angular face boasting a roguish look only enhanced by a thick mane of messy partially swept back dark red-brown hair. He stood about 5'8 with broad shoulders and a built so strong it was straining the school football teams green varsity jacket, which already fit his body much more snugly than it had been designed to.

At this point Ms. Cassidy had probably no longer been expecting the boy to show up at all and his sudden and confident entrance had thrown her off balance. So the teen had already made it halfway to the back of the classroom by the time she raised her voice.

»Stop!«, she called out after him sharply and the class was almost surprised when he smoothly slowed to a casual stop in the middle of the other students desks.

Ms. Cassidy gave him a moment to turn around and respond, but had to realize he was not going to do either just yet.

»What's the meaning of this?«, she then asked coldly.

The boy tilted his head slightly then glanced back towards her over her shoulder flashing her the side view of his pretty damn near perfect face for a moment a crooked mischievous smile included. »Oh, you've got to be new.«, he said with a casual shrug, »Teachers kinda know who I am so they know when I'm taking their courses. No problem, check the list I'm in this class.«

Her eyes narrowed, but the teenager could not see it since he had turned away again and started walking for the empty seat next to Michael in the back of the class.

»That is not what I meant.«, Ms. Cassidy clarified and at the very least the boy stopped again, »Is this how you behave when you arrive late to class?«

He took even more time to respond tilting his head from left to right then scratched his head making a show out of how much he was thinking before answering. Ms. Cassidy turned pale with anger clearly about to lose her temper with the insolent teen. There were some subdued snickers among the remaining students, who were trying to hide it while watching the scene intently.

Then right before Ms. Cassidy could repeat her question with more emphasis and presumably at a considerably louder volume the boy finally spoke again.

»Not specifically like this, but yeah pretty much.« His audacity and carefree delivery earned the latecomer a few chuckles from his fellow students. Ms. Cassidy's look of outrage and her widening eyes earned her a few more.

However, the teacher caught herself quickly and drummed her fingers on her desk until they had quieted down again.

»It's Paxton, isn't it?«, she asked coldly.

The moment she said his name the boy elegantly spun around and leaned on the desk next to him ignoring the fact it was not empty, but the girl seated there wasted no time to make mooneyes at him so she probably did not mind.

»Yupp«, Paxton told their teacher flashing his radiant smile, which took the woman by surprise. Her cheeks lit-up slightly. »However...«, Paxton added shifting his shoulders slightly and caused his varsity jacket to draw even tighter as his broad chest swelled.

Their new teacher inhaled sharply at the sight of the sheer size and expansion. »You can call me 'Pecs-Ton', lots of people do.«

The reason why was plainly obvious by the way the front of the students jacket kept spreading further as he pulled back his shoulders audibly straining with the bulk and outlining two absolutely gigantic and separated slabs of muscle bugging outward from the teenagers chest. As he told her his nickname one of his pectorals rose up further reshaping as it clenched in a steely block of muscle then dropped as the other bounced up in the same fashion. Then the first again as "Pecs-Ton" continued to alternately bounce his massive chest muscles making the heavy slabs of muscle meat flow smoothly like water despite the look of chiseled rock they managed to display even through the fabric of the varsity jacket.

Ms. Cassidy found herself standing there in front of the class with her mouth agape and eyes even wider along with several students of either gender, staring at the astounding muscleplay with rattled rapid breath.

The brilliant smile vanished swallowed up by a confident smirk as Pecs-Ton closed his fists and twisted his arms inward as he thrust them down and leaned forward. His sleeves were getting pulled tight then strained as the bulk of thick horseshoe shaped triceps surged forth beneath. Amazingly they were drawing the sleeves into every line and furrow sculpting the huge muscles beneath. The motion rotated the boy's massive shoulders forward squeezing the humongous pectorals together and forcing their bulk outward accompanied by the loud and ever growing noises of the varsity jacket fighting against the swelling muscles that seemed at least a size to large for their constrains.

Ms. Cassidy was visibly taken by the sight the fair skin flushed and her eyes still wide trying to drink in every inch of teenage muscle flexing through the jacket. Any student not completely spellbound by Pecs-Ton's flex, so probably nobody, could have seen the slight tremble of the woman's long shapely legs and narrow shoulders as she bit her lips before the shivers of intense arousal surged through her slender frame. Waiting for the moment that finally...

Paxton relaxed with a snicker and straightened back up. He then run a hand back through his hair after he dropped the pose returning to the laid back swagger with which he had entered as he spun away and started walking again. »Well, nice chatting.«

»Hold it!«, Ms. Cassidy burst; her voice shrill now face flushing in deep red from the humiliation and anger she felt.

Paxton had reached the desk he had been aiming for by now and stood in front of it his hand placed on the tabletop.

»Oh, yeah«, he said like he had just remembered something, »Some also call me 'Pack', but that's for people that know I'm packing.«

He turned back towards the teacher grinning, comfortably seating himself on his empty desk as he did knees spread in a casual fashion and with his forearm across his massive thigh hand dangling near his crotch to draw the attention to it.

Ms. Cassidy did her best not to look too closely at the large bump bulging from within the boy's tight-fitting jeans, since that was the obvious goal here, but everyone could see her eyes twitch down ever now and then.

»He knows«, he told her with a nod towards the boy Michael that had informed her about his late arrival.

The baby-faced blonde teenager rolled his eyes. »Bite me, Pec.«

The musclebound teen reached over towards his fit but smaller friend reaching beneath his chin with one hand. »Tempting«, he snickered glancing over towards the other boy, »But I think instead I'll have you...«

»Paxton!«, Ms. Cassidy snapped, but her brusque tone seemed to only make her sound more helpless, »You will cease with this behavior this instance or it will have consequences.«

»Oh?« One neat brown eyebrow of the handsome boy rose like to challenge her. »That would be a first.«

Given his absolute confidence in his behavior absolutely nobody really doubted the fact Paxton probably had never faced real consequences for his actions even once in his life particularly because nobody had ever heard about it happening either as he was pulling off stunts that would have gotten anyone else kicked out.

Ms. Cassidy seemed to sense the truth in his words, too, because she swallowed hard and remained silent.

»So what's going to happen now?«, Paxton asked her as he folded his hands behind his head and made his jacket strain to contain his wide back as it spread powerfully above a narrow waist. »You've made me curious.«

He had her cornered and he knew it. For whatever reason he was not the slightest bit afraid of punishment, but not punishing him now that he was so obviously asking for it would have just proven that he had been in charge here since the second he had entered.

»I have no time for this, Paxton.«, Ms. Cassidy finally said and then spoke surprisingly forcefully, »You've arrived far too late to my class! You have not brought any materials for my class! And you continuously disturbed my class with your antics! If you have no intention of taking this seriously there is no place for you here!«

The threat hung in the air between them. All eyes in the room shifted towards Paxton who still sat there in his relaxed position showing off his lats.

»I'm sorry, I think there is a misunderstanding here.«, the student told the teacher with an apologetic smile, but at least dropped his arms, »You keep saying this is your class, but I'm afraid it's mine. And you just get to work here, sweetheart.«

Ms. Cassidy's face froze with an expression of shock then she slammed her palm on the table in front of her. »That's enough!«, she yelled sounding almost hysterical, »I'm sending you to the principles office and will inform him that there is no place for you in my class going forward.«

Silence. Then.

»Uh, I don't get sent to the principle's office.«, Paxton told her matter of fact, »I guess they forgot to tell you that, too.«

That too was the truth. Everyone that had shared classes with the muscular teen knew as much. It had simply never happened.

»Fascinating.«, the new teacher simply said, »I'm afraid this is a first then.«

The boy hesitated for a moment, while swinging his legs. Then shrugged. »Sure.«

He bounced from his desk and strolled right back to the front of the class whistling innocently and hands buried in his pockets then walked right past Ms. Cassidy who visibly fought with herself not to retreat a step as he approached her all smiles and whistles.

»Don't worry, I don't mind.«, he told her in passing, »Me and the old wimp are real tight, you know.«

Ms. Cassidy looked like she wanted to say something in response but did not. Instead Paxton stopped once more right at the door.

»Oh«, he said and turned back around smirking, »You forgot to tell me your name.«

Ms. Cassidy blinked, but the boy leaned back against the door with his arms crossed like he was planning to make himself comfortable.

»You are taking my class«, the teacher finally said, »You should know my name!«

The accusatory tone clearly fell on deaf ears. Paxton just kept standing there completely relaxed and looked at her expectantly.

»I'm Ms. Cassidy«, she finally relented and told him.

The eighteen-year-old frowned. »Come on, that's so formal, can't you just tell me your first name?«

»I'm sorry?«, Ms. Cassidy asked, »I'm your teacher! You will not call me-«

The boy sighed heavily. »Fine. See you next time Cassy-Baby.«

Somehow he seemed to have slipped out of the room by the time the words had reached peoples ears.

Somebody in the last row laughed. Ms. Cassidy's and every other pair of eyes in the room darted there to find Paxton's friend Michael sitting there shaking his head. »Teach, teach, teach... Just what have you done.«, he mused.

 

The end

[DennisFLL]

RyN, love the very confident, cocky, muscular character you've created!

[RyN]

18 minutes ago, DennisFLL said:

RyN, love the very confident, cocky, muscular character you've created!

Thank you, I'm happy you enjoyed it!

[Ro20316]

Mrs Cassidy tried. She really did. I liked that.

[mafer91]

Crazy story I hope there is a sequel

[RyN]

On 12/7/2024 at 6:09 PM, Ro20316 said:

Mrs Cassidy tried. She really did. I liked that.

There is no point resisting, but she had to try. Of course you already know to how much her resistance amounted from the first story.

9 hours ago, mafer91 said:

Crazy story I hope there is a sequel

I have something in the works, but knowing myself there is no knowing when I get stuck writing something.