Classroom muscle tease (repost)

[Agripke2]

Dear readers

After I got a lot of messages to send the story 'Classroom muscle tease' (again) and to put it back online, I decided to make a new account and put it back on here.  I changed it here and there after some of your feedback, because after quite a lot of rewriting, there were some details that were not correct anymore, because I hadn't changed them along.  I hope it is a bit better now like this.

Before You read the story, I state hear loud and clear that I used AI for instructions and impulses for good writing and to help me structure the story and give me story advice (caracters, plots, cliffhangers, ...).  The story line and the ideas, the caracters etc., however, are products of my own imagination.  According to the mod, therefore the story belongs in this section and not in the AI section.  I would also be very okay with it if the story needs to be moved, because 'some' level op AI is involved.  I leave this decision to the mod.  I'm also asking the moderator to please remove my 'old' topic, like he already proposed.  I also used translation and grammar software, because English is not my own language.  All constructive criticism is welcome.  Anyone that does not like the above, please don't read this story.  For everyone else: enjoy reading it and forgive any typos and / or grammar mistakes.  If you want, I have 2 new chapters, but there is still very much rewriting to be done.

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"Hey, Mr. Castellanos, check this out," Derek said, flexing his biceps with a smirk. The classroom buzzed with the typical Monday morning chatter, but he knew that his muscular arm would draw the attention of the one person who mattered most—his math teacher, Mr. Castellanos. Derek had been eyeing the handsome, slightly older man with a burning desire since the first day of school, and he was determined to make the teacher's heart race just as fast as his own during their lessons.

Mr. Castellanos glanced up from his paper work, his eyes lingering for a moment on Derek's bulging biceps before quickly shifting away. "Not now, Derek. We're about to start class," the teacher replied, his voice a mix of reprimand and restrained curiosity. Derek grinned to himself, knowing very well he had piqued the man's interest. He sat back in his chair, flexing his chest muscles subtly beneath his tight school polo, the fabric straining to contain his impressive physique.  "Not bad for a guy that redently turned 18, huh?", Derek thought to himself.

As Mr. Castellanos began explaining algebra equations on the blackboard, Derek leaned back in his chair, his forearms resting on the desk. He flexed them ever so slightly, the veins popping and the muscles rippling like waves in the ocean. The room grew a few degrees hotter as the teacher's gaze flickered down to the mesmerizing display, his own breath hitching for a brief moment. Derek's grin grew wider as he caught Mr. Castellanos's eyes lingering longer than they should. He knew the teacher was trying to keep his cool, but the way his pupils dilated and his Adam's apple bobbed suggested a different internal narrative.

The sound of the chalk on the board seemed to echo louder as the tension grew. Derek leaned forward, his forearms flexing more dramatically. He began to tap his fingers, the muscles dancing with a tantalizing rhythm that seemed to sync with the teacher's pulse. Mr. Castellanos paused in the middle of his sentence, swallowed hard and took a step away from the board to regain his composure. His eyes darted back to Derek's arms, the veins standing out like a roadmap to pleasure, the muscles bulging with power.

The young bodybuilder noticed the teacher's clear discomfort and felt a thrill of victory. He knew Mr. Castellanos was trying to resist, but the might of Derek's body was too much. Derek leaned closer, the fabric of his sleeves stretching tight against his skin, the outline of his forearms stark and defined. The scent of his sweat and the faint hint of cologne filled the air, a mix that seemed to thicken the very oxygen in the classroom.

Mr. Castellanos cleared his throat and tried to resume the lesson, but his hand shook slightly as he wrote on the board. The sight of his student's arms, so close, so powerful, was distracting. He found himself imagining what it would be like to feel those muscles under his own touch, to trace the veins with his fingertips, to explore the strength that lay beneath the surface. Derek's flexing grew more deliberate, his wrists rotating, making the forearms bulge. The teacher's eyes darted back and forth, trying to focus on his work but drawn inexorably back to the show of strength before him.

The room was silent except for the sound of Mr. Castellanos's hand moving across the board. His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to regain control of the situation, but all he could think about was the seductive dance of Derek's forearms. The rest of the class was oblivious to the silent war of wills playing out in the front row. Derek leaned back again, the muscles in his arms relaxing, and Mr. Castellanos took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm his racing mind.

The bell finally rang, and the class erupted into the usual activity's as students gathered their things. Derek took his sweet time, making sure his teacher had a full view of his retreating back and the muscles that played beneath his shirt. As the last student left, Mr. Castellanos turned to face the empty room, his heart thundering in his chest. He knew that the battle for his self-control had just begun, and he was already losing.

The following morning, Derek arrived at school with a new plan. His forearms were already fully pumped from a morning workout, and he had brought two tourniquets in his backpack. During the math lesson, he waited for the perfect moment when Mr. Castellanos had his back turned to the class, engrossed in solving a complex equation on the board. Quickly, Derek slipped the tourniquets onto his upper arms, just below the biceps, and tightened them as much as he could stand without cutting off circulation. The effect was immediate and dramatic—his forearms bulged and swelled, the veins becoming hyper pronounced and snaking like rivers across his taut skin.

As the teacher turned to address the class again, Derek leaned back in his chair, casually placing his arms on the desk. The fabric of his polo tightened around his biceps, which now looked like they could burst from his sleeves. He began flexing again, the cords of his forearms standing out like ropes against the stark white of his shirt. He watched Mr. Castellanos's reflection in the window, the teacher's eyes growing wider as he took in the magnificent sight before him. The classroom's temperature seemed to rise drastically.

Mr. Castellanos's voice faltered slightly as he called on a student for the answer. Derek knew he had his full attention now. He flexed his fingers, making the muscles in his forearms spasm and bulge in a mesmerizing display of power. The teacher's gaze was drawn to the spectacle, his eyes tracing the lines and contours of Derek's arms with a hunger that was becoming increasingly difficult to hide. Derek felt a thrill of power surge through him, knowing that he had the upper hand in this silent game of seduction.

As the class progressed, Derek changed his flexes, sometimes going for dramatic poses that caused his shirt to ride up and reveal a breathtaking strip of toned abs. The sound of his muscles shifting and contracting was like a wet dream to Mr. Castellanos, who found his eyes straying more and more often to the student's arms. Each flex brought a new wave of elektricity to the room, a delicious promise of what could happen next. Derek's heart pounded in his chest, his body responding to the thrill of the chase as much as the teacher's growing attraction.  And all this time, none of the other students notices a thing.

The final bell of the day couldn't come soon enough for Derek. He had pushed the limits of his teacher's self-control, and he knew that the next move had to be decisive.

So, the next day, Derek went way further in his seduction. He wore a tank top to school, the fabric clinging to every inch of his chiseled torso. The classroom was hot, the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on them, and it wasn't just from the weather outside. He made sure to sit at the desk closest to Mr. Castellanos's, his muscles gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. Every time the teacher walked by, Derek would subtly flex his arms or pecs, the fabric stretching to its limits over his bulging body.

Mr. Castellanos tried to keep calm, but the way his eyes kept drifting to Derek's arms betrayed his struggle. The young bodybuilder seamed to have no care in the world, casually placing his bare feet on the chair next to him, flexing his calves. The fabric of his shorts strained against his huge legs, the outline of his quads and hamstrings on full display. The teacher's gaze lingered longer than it should have, his breathing growing more shallow as he took in the view.

Mr. Castellanos's hand hovered over the whiteboard marker, his knuckles white from the effort of not reaching out to touch Derek's stomach. His voice was a hoarse whisper as he tried to keep the lesson going, but his eyes kept drifting back to the student's body. Derek felt a surge of power as he watched the man's resistance fade, drop by drop. He knew that the next move would be the one that broke the dam, and he was more than ready to be the flood that washed away his teacher's resistance.

The other pupils remained blissfully unaware of the silent seduction playing out at the front of the room. Engrossed in their own schoolwork or daydreams, they were oblivious to the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Derek's flexing had become a silent orchestra, each bulge and twitch of muscle speaking volumes to the man who knew what it meant. Mr. Castellanos's eyes flickered between the equations on the board and Derek's torso, his heart racing in his chest and adrenaline pumping through his veins.  

Derek leaned forward, planting his elbows on the desk. He flexed his abs once more, the muscles popping out in a beautiful show that made Mr. Castellanos's hand shake. The room grew quieter, the only sound the faint rustle of paper and the occasional cough.   The teacher's eyes followed the lines of Derek's body, tracing the path of sweat down his chest, the fabric of his tank top clinging to his ultra thin skin.

The moment was electric, the air charged with power. Derek knew he had the teacher right where he wanted him. He slowly reached for his water bottle, his biceps bulging as he lifted it to his mouth. The motion was deliberate, a show of strength and control. He took a sip, the muscles in his throat moving with the same seductive grace as the rest of his body. As he set the bottle back down, his hand brushed slightly against Mr. Castellanos's arm, enough to make the teacher's heart skip a beat or two. The other students continued their work, oblivious to what was happening before there very eyes.

Derek leaned back in his chair, his abs tightening as he whispered, "You know, Mr. Castellanos, I've been working out a lot. I bet you didn't know I had this kind of power, huh?" Mr. Castellanos couldn't help but stare at the young man's sculpted chest, the fabric of the tank top stretched taut over his pectorals. He swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't betray his growing arousal. "It's...it's very impressive, Derek," he managed, his voice hoarse.

"Thanks, I think so too," Derek said, his eyes beaming with mischief. He leaned closer, his abs flexing with every word. "But you know what's even more impressive?" He paused for a beat, letting the tension build. "How much I want to show you everything I can do." His words were a whisper, a promise that hung in the air between them. Mr. Castellanos's eyes flicked to Derek's crotch, where the outline of an erection was beginning to form. He felt his own cock twitch in response, and he knew he was losing the battle.

The teacher took a step back, trying to compose himself. "Class is almost over, Derek," he whispered, his voice weaker than he would have liked. "We should focus on the lesson." But Derek was relentless. He leaned back, his legs spreading slightly, and began to rub his now-hard cock over the rock-hard landscape of his pumped forearms. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through his body. His eyes never left Mr. Castellanos's, holding his gaze with the same intensity he used when lifting weights.

Derek's cock grew even harder as he felt the power he had over the teacher. Each stroke was deliberate, each flex calculated to drive the man before him wild with lust. The classroom was filled with desire, the walls closing in as the heat of their passion grew more intense.

Mr. Castellanos's eyes were glued to Derek's arms, the muscles bulging as he pleasured himself. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before—so raw, so unashamed and erotic. His own cock strained against his pants, begging for relief. He knew he should say something, do something, but all he could manage was a strangled sound in the back of his throat. 

Derek's strokes grew faster, his breathing heavier. The sight of Mr. Castellanos's hand on his desk, so close to his own aching arousal, was too much to bear. He stood, his chair scraping against the floor. The classroom was still, every student engrossed in their work, oblivious to the scene unfolding before them. Derek approached the teacher's desk, his abs tight and his cock standing at full attention. "Do you want to see more?" he asked.

Mr. Castellanos looked up, his eyes glazed with lust. He nodded, unable to find the words to express his desperation. Derek stepped closer, his cock mere inches from the teacher's hand. He leaned over the desk, his muscles rippling as he did so. His heart raced, the anticipation of the moment driving him to the brink of insanity. He knew that once this line was crossed, there would be no way back.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the students began to pack up their things.  As the last student exited the classroom, Mr. Castellanos slammed the door shut and turned the lock with shaking hands. The sound echoed through the now-deserted hallway, a declaration of their intentions.

The teacher took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. Derek stepped closer, the heat from his body washing over Mr. Castellanos like a wave. He leaned in, his flexed arm brushing against the teacher's chest. "I've got something to show you," he murmured, his voice sweet as ice cream on a hot summer's day. Mr. Castellanos nodded, his heart pounding in his ears. He knew what was coming, and he was powerless to resist.

With a flick of his wrist, Derek removed the tourniquets, his forearms exploding with newfound blood flow. The muscles bulged, the veins standing out like a map of desire. Mr. Castellanos reached out, his hand hovering over the bulging bicep. Derek leaned into the touch, his cock pulsing in response. The teacher's hand was warm, oft, but Derek could feel the need in it. He took the teacher's wrist, guiding his hand up and down the length of his flexed forearm.

Mr. Castellanos's eyes widened as he felt the power beneath his fingertips. He had never been with a man before, but in that moment, he knew that he needed Derek like he needed air to breathe. He looked up into the young bodybuilder's eyes, seeing the hunger reflected in them. Derek stepped closer, his cock now pressing against Mr. Castellanos's thigh. The teacher's hand moved of its own accord, reaching for the bulge in Derek's shorts. He traced the outline, feeling the heat and the strength.

The teacher used his tongue to travel over the landscape that was Derek's body.  Mr. Castellanos was insatiable. Derek's muscles tensed, his toes curling in his sneakers. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer, the pressure building in his balls like a dam about to burst. He moaned, his hips jerking, and the teacher took the hint, increasing his pace.

With a final flex of his arms, Derek pushed Mr. Castellanos away, his cock standing proud and glistening. "Not yet," he panted, his eyes dark with desire. "There's so much more I want to show you." He grabbed the teacher's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Follow me," he said, leading him towards the supply closet.

The supply closet was small, cramped, but the confined space only added to the intensity of their situation. Derek turned to face Mr. Castellanos, his body a canvas of perfection that the teacher couldn't help but devour with his eyes. The young man reached for a bottle of oil that he had purposely stashed away earlier, the liquid glistening under the fluorescent lights. "Ready to see the full show?" he asked with a wicked grin.

Mr. Castellanos nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. Derek began to unbutton his polo, his muscles flexing and glistening with the anticipation of what was to come. He pulled the shirt off, revealing his broad, hairless chest, each muscle shredded and wanting to be touched. The teacher couldn't resist; he stepped closer, his hand shaking as he reached out to trace the lines of Derek's abs. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

Derek took the oil in his hand, pouring a generous amount into Mr. Castellanos's palm. "Go ahead," he urged, his voice low and seductive. The teacher's hand hovered for a moment before making contact with Derek's skin. He began to rub the oil into the bodybuilder's chest, his touch soft at first, but growing more confident as Derek moaned in pleasure. The oil was rubbed over Derek's flesh, making his muscles glisten like wet granite.

The student turned to face the mirror that lined one side of the closet, his back to Mr. Castellanos. He began to flex, his back muscles rippling and contorting into a detailed tapestry of power. The teacher moved his hands over Derek's body, exploring every inch of the taut, oiled skin. The mirror reflected their images, making it seem as if there were two of them, each more powerfull than the last. Derek's breath grew heavier, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as the teacher's hands glided over his shoulders, down his back, and around to his chest again.

Mr. Castellanos took a step closer, his breath hot against Derek's neck as he whispered, "You're so beautiful." Derek's cock twitched in response, his body alive with sensation. The teacher's hands moved lower, caressing the rock-fuckin-hard globes of his ass, his fingers slipping between the shredded cheeks to tease at the tight ring of muscle beneath.  Where-ever the teacher's hands went, they felt only the hardest flexed must under the thinnest skin possible.

In the mirror, their reflection was a 'tableau vivant' of lust—Derek's powerful body flexing and glistening, Mr. Castellanos's desperate need carved into his face. The young man's hand worked faster, the oil making the skin slide smoothly beneath his palm. The teacher's hips jerked, his cock pulsing with every stroke. Derek leaned back, his head resting on Mr. Castellanos's shoulder, his own breaths coming in ragged pants.

"You like that, don't you? Being my dirty little slut in the classroom, showing off for me?" Derek nodded, his strokes becoming more erratic as the pleasure built.

"Look at yourself," Mr. Castellanos growled, his hips snapping forward. "You're made for this, for me to fuck you whenever I want." Derek's eyes flew open, meeting his teacher's in the mirror. He had never felt so desired, so wanted. 

The teacher's eyes never left Derek's in the mirror as he drove deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small space. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a guttural rasp. "Cum for me, you filthy little muscle whore." Derek threw his head back, his body tightening as he released, ropes of cum spurting from his cock and coating his hand.

Then, the spell was broken by the sound of the doorknob turning. The two men froze, their eyes wide with terror. Someone was coming, and they weren't finished. The next few moments would be a race against time, a frantic scramble to regain their composure before they were caught. The thrill of almost being discovered only added to the heady mix of emotions, leaving them both breathless and desperate.

The door swung open, and the janitor's mop stopped mid-stroke as he took in the scene before him—Derek's pants around his ankles, both men's faces flushed with pleasure and panic. The janitor's eyes widened, his mouth forming an 'O' of shock before he hastily retreated, shutting the door with a quiet click. The two of them remained frozen, hearts hammering in their chests, as they listened to the retreating footsteps.

When they were certain they were alone again, Derek looked over his shoulder at Mr. Castellanos with a mix of amusement and concern. "Well, that was... unexpected," he said, trying to lighten the mood. The teacher's eyes were wide with horror.  "Don't worry," he assured him, his voice low and comforting. "We're not done yet."

With renewed determination, Derek pushed himself off the teacher's desk, his muscles quivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He turned to face Mr. Castellanos, a seductive smile playing on his lips. "I want you to hit my abs," he said, his voice a sultry whisper. The teacher's eyes narrowed with confusion before realization dawned, and he couldn't help the smoldering look that took over his features. He took a step closer, his hand raising to meet Derek's request.

The sound of his hand meeting Derek's abs was music to their ears—a sharp smack followed by the low, resonant thud of flesh meeting flesh. Derek's abs rippled with each hit, the impact sending waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned into it, his eyes closed and a soft moan escaping his lips. Mr. Castellanos couldn't help but be drawn in, his own desire rekindling as he watched the young bodybuilder's reactions. His strokes grew harder, his hand smacking down with the force of his own pent-up lust.

Derek leaned back, placing his hands on the desk to brace himself as Mr. Castellanos hit him with more force. The smack of skin echoed through the room, each hit leaving a red handprint that stood out against the tanned perfection of Derek's stomach. The young man's hips rolled with the rhythm, his muscular butt grinding against the teacher's still-hard cock. Mr. Castellanos groaned, his hand moving to grip Derek's hip to steady himself as he continued to strike the flexed abs with an increasingly erratic pattern.

The scent of sweat and sex filled the small space, mixing with the faint aroma of the leather chair. Derek's body was a masterpiece of youthful vigor, his muscles flexing and releasing in time with Mr. Castellanos's hand. The teacher's breath grew ragged, his strokes growing more erratic as the pleasure built in his own body. He couldn't resist the allure of Derek's powerhouse physique, the way his forearms bulged and his abs rippled with every smack.

Suddenly, Derek spun around, his body a whirlwind of motion. He straddled Mr. Castellanos, his rock-hard ass pressing down onto the teacher's still-covered erection.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a mix of playfulness and challenge. Without waiting for a response, he placed his hands on Mr. Castellanos's shoulders and pushed himself up, his abs hovering just above the teacher's face. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the sound of Derek's muscles flexing.

With a wicked grin, Derek began to lower his abs, the paper-thin skin stretching taut as he brought the defined ridges closer and closer to Mr. Castellanos's mouth. The teacher's eyes widened, and he licked his lips involuntarily, the anticipation driving him wild. The moment the first ripple of muscle made contact with his skin, Mr. Castellanos's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a moan that was muffled by the stone muscles pressing down on him.

Derek began to grind his abs against Mr. Castellanos's face, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them. The teacher's nose was buried in the young man's pelvis, the scent of musk and sweat overwhelming him. He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of desire that surrounded them.

The pressure of Derek's abs was intense, the muscles flexing and releasing in a slow, deliberate dance that had Mr. Castellanos's eyes watering and his cock straining against his pants. 

The bodybuilder's movements grew more erratic, his grunts of pleasure becoming more frequent. The sight of Mr. Castellanos, his face buried in Derek's crotch, was almost too much to bear. "I'm going to cum," Derek panted, his abs contracting even more forcefully. "All over your face, Mr. Castellanos."

The teacher's eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Derek, his own need reflected in the young man's gaze. Derek's abs continued to flex and grind against his face, the pressure unbearable. Mr. Castellanos's breath was hot against Derek's skin, his cheeks red with exertion and desire.

With a final, powerful flex, Derek's orgasm hit him hard. His cock, already leaking precum, spurted hot jets of cum across Mr. Castellanos's face, the sticky fluid coating his cheeks and nose. The teacher's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

The room was still, the only sound the harsh panting of their mingled breaths. Derek's abs remained pinned to Mr. Castellanos's face, the teacher's nose buried in the muscular crotch, the taste of cum lingering on his lips.

Finally, Derek lifted himself off the teacher, his abs glistening with sweat and cum. Mr. Castellanos took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "Fuck," he murmured, the word a benediction and a curse all at once. "That was..."

"A taste of what's to come?" He leaned down, his abs still flexed, and whispered in the teacher's ear, "But I'm not done with you yet." His hand slithered down to Mr. Castellanos's crotch, his fingers wrapping around the still-hard cock. "Not even close."

Derek's eyes never left the teacher's as he brought his massive forearms together, the veins standing out like cords against the stark white of his skin.

Mr. Castellanos watched, his breath hitching, as Derek positioned his arms in a V-shape. The young man's biceps flexed as he brought the teacher's cock into the center of the V, the tip nestling between the two bulging veins. Derek's fingers began to dance, making his forearms rippling as he started to move his hands in opposite directions, creating a sensation that was unlike anything the teacher had ever felt before. It was as if his cock was being massaged by the most powerful, yet delicate, set of hands imaginable.

The feeling was exquisite, and Mr. Castellanos's moans grew louder, his hips thrusting into the air as Derek's forearms worked their magic. The sound of the skin sliding against the muscle was like a symphony, each note hitting just the right spot. Derek's grip was firm, his fingers moving in a mesmerizing pattern that had the teacher's eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling in his balls like a tight spring.

Derek's forearms moved faster, the muscles bulging and pulsing with each stroke. The classroom was their playground, and the rules were simple—desire reigned supreme. Mr. Castellanos's cock was trapped between the two pillars of power, the young man's strength and endurance a testament to his dedication in the gym.

The teacher's body was an expression of need, his muscles tensing and releasing as Derek's forearms continued their relentless assault. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, and yet he couldn't get enough. He begged for more, his voice a desperate whisper that seemed to turn young alfa on.

The young bodybuilder smirked, his teeth glinting in the light. He knew exactly what the teacher needed, and he was more than willing to give it to him. He tightened his grip, his forearms flexing even more, the veins standing out like rivers of fire. The teacher's cock was trapped between the two muscular arms.  Escaping as impossible.

Mr. Castellanos could feel his climax approaching, a wave of pleasure that threatened to drown him. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck Derek's forearms, the desperation in his movements only adding to the eroticism of the scene. The young man's fingers tightened, the muscles in his arms working in perfect harmony to milk every ounce of pleasure from the teacher's body.

And then, with a final, powerful flex, Mr. Castellanos was over the edge, his cock pulsing and spurting cum across the desk. Derek's arms didn't stop moving, milking the last drops of pleasure from the teacher's body as he watched the man come undone before him.

The classroom was silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing. The world had narrowed to this one moment, this one perfect connection between teacher and student, predator and prey, desire and satisfaction. Derek slowly released Mr. Castellanos's cock, his forearms still quivering with the aftermath of the intense climax they had just given.

The teacher looked up at him, his eyes a mix of pleasure and fear at what he had just allowed. "What have we done?" he whispered, his voice trembling. Derek's smirk grew wider, his eyes beaming with cockiness.

"We've just begun, Mr. Castellanos," he said, his voice a sweet promise of more to come. "This is just the warm-up."

 

 

[rixxflix]

Thank you

[Ro20316]

Im glad you came back. Hoping to read more from you 

[Kumagoro]

same! I really appreciate

[crushme99]

Hello again.  It's a pleasure to see you here.  I am also hoping to hear more about Derek's MUSCLES and Mr. Castellanos' passion for them.

[Agripke2]

13 hours ago, crushme99 said:

Hello again.  It's a pleasure to see you here.  I am also hoping to hear more about Derek's MUSCLES and Mr. Castellanos' passion for them.

I'll need some more time, but I'm working on it.  : -)

[FallenAway]

Awesome! Exactly what I was hoping for based on the title. I will look forward to the next chapters whenever they are ready.

[Agripke2]

CHAPTER 2: Alpha show on the school bus

This is a continuation of the previous chapter.  This time, the story takes place on the school bus.  Again, I have used an online translation tool, since English is not my own language.  This time, there has been no imput whatsoever from AI for structuring the story.

Enjoy reading it and I would appreciated it if spelling of grammatical mistakes were sent to me in een PM, so I know how to make the story better.

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Derek, part 2

 

The school bus smelled like sweaty students from the day before.  The cool morning air had left a thin layer of condensation on the interior of the bus.

The image staring back at him from the reflection in the bus window was nothing less than a piece of art, sculpted to perfection.

‘Why sit down if you can stand up, looking like fuarking this!’, Derek thought to himself while bouncing his pecs inside the extremely tight t-shirt that was poorly trying to contain their power.

‘Oh man … .  Those arms, the perfect waist, these megalithic forearms, the broad shoulders and that rock hard gravity defying ass.  Someone’s got it all!’, he mumbled.  ‘And that someone is me, yeah!’

The obvious grin on his face lit up the interior of the school bus.  He could not suppress it, that grin.  Even if he wanted too.  He was too sexy, too pumped, too ridiculously goodlooking, too fuarking alfa!

Normally, he went to school by bicycle.  But Derek took this bus for a reason.

The clothes he wore didn’t have the ability nor the intention of hiding what could not be hidden: the sheer might of an 18 year old shredded and over-the-top cocky powerhouse.

Apart from the driver, he was the first person on the bus.  So he still had a few minutes to prepare for the show he had planned to give.

He hadn’t trained almost all night for nothing.  He was determined to get what het wanted.  And he was going to get it soon.  REALLY soon!  And he knew exactly what to do for it.

Soon, this bus would be packed with students and adults, trying to make their way to school or work.  They would be his perfect audience.

First thing to do was to roll up the sleeves of his shirt just enough to give the early travelers a good view of his biceps and forearms and a preview of what was to come … or ‘to cum’ if You prefer.  His pants already looked like they were painted on his glutes.  When he flexed the hard globes of muscle, the seams in his trousers would have to do everything in their power to hold their ground.

He had left his jacket at home, on purpose.  A jacket would only hide things that don’t need to be hidden.  And sure enough: Derek wasn’t here to hide anything, oh no!

The first bus stop came into view.  Within a few seconds, a really cute twink, David MacKenzie, would climb the stairs of the bus, completely in the dark of what was to come.  David was a 19 year old fellow class mate, a quiet but handsome guy with a heart of gold, but bullied by more than one asshole in school.

But Derek had no intention of harming or bullying the cute boy.  Instead, he would give him an experience of a lifetime.

No sooner said than done, the doors of the school bus opened and the sweetest guy in school entered the bus, almost immediately shocked and surprised by what – or shall we say ‘who’ – he saw.

And there was no way hiding his emotions.  He was blushing like crazy and unable to look Derek in the eye.

He took a seat a few chairs away, not to Derek's surprise.  The 18 year old muscle dude knew exactly why cute David ‘chose’ this place on the bus.  Sitting too close, he would not be able to observe the hot body in front of him.  So this must be his ‘seat with a view’.  And a view he was going to get, oh yeah!

At the next bus stop, 15 other students entered the bus, filling it with the usual chatter and morning energy.  They all walked past Derek, but not one of them had the self-control not to look back at what they just witnessed.

A cocky grin started to form on Derek’s lips, who knew very well the impact he was going to have.

The group of students sat down in the back of the bus and started gaming on their phones or listening to some music in a poor attempt to make them forget that an 8 hour school day lay in front of them.

David’s eyes were now burning into Derek’s glutes.  And sure enough, he caught a glimpse of cutie boy unable to take his eyes off his rock hard behind.

This was going to be way too easy!  The poor guy would get the show of a lifetime.  Derek knew the guy was into muscle.  REALLY into muscle!

In a smooth sensual movement, Derek started ‘casually’ touching his glutes, making sure his powerful forearms were on full display, laced with throbbing veins.  All the time discretely eyeing his cute ‘victim’ in search of any ‘reactions’.

And sure enough, the reactions could not be camouflaged.  By no power in the world.  And Derek knew this way too well.  While the boy’s face turned bright red and he became extremely nervous, Derek’s cocky grin spread wider and wider across his face.  Gotcha!  This was going to be fun.

But the poor guy would have to be patient.  For a few minutes.  And Derek had it all planned.

At the next bus stop, a large number of students entered the bus, filling the bus with more gaming students, book cases and coats.

The bus was so crowded now that the bus driver – as always – had to intervene.

‘For Your safety, everybody please sit down.  If there are no more seats available, You’ll have to sit on each other’s laps for a few minutes.  Thank You!’

The  predictable sighs of some students were replaced by obedience.  After all, this bus driver was not someone you could mess with.  And they knew it.

Derek knew precisely what to do.  He just waited until everyone had taken a seat, so the only lap available was David’s.

When their eyes met, Derek left nothing to the imagination.  The grin on his face said it all.

‘No, no no no noooo, pleaaaase’, was the unspoken message that radiated from David’s panicking eyes.

‘Poor guy!’, Derek hissed sarcastically before taking a seat on the nervous boy’s lap.

His devious plan fell together like a puzzle.  And for his poor victim (if You can call it that), there was no way to escape … .

And Derek wasted no time.  David had to get a taste of the power that was crammed in his body.  Especially … in his rock fuckin’ hard glutez!

Slowly but deliberately, Derek started shifting in his human seat, his abnormally hard bum rubbing against the poor guy’s now hard pecker.

Then he started to flex his ass cheeks in a powerful symphony, played by the steel muscles in his shredded behind.  First slowly, but then faster and faster.

And all the other passengers where oblivious, focused on their smartphones.

The sensations the poor guy felt on his dick, were not from this world.  This was the hardest butt in the country, no doubt.  And it was sitting, no RUBBING, on his lap.

David didn’t know how to act or what to do.  He was so overwhelmed.

And his cock was now harder then it ever was before.  And Derek could feel it.  Through the ultra thin fabric of his trousers.  Like an expert, he started masturbating the horny adonis’ steel member, contracting his left and right gluteal muscles alternately.

No-one in the bus had a clue.  This was now their little secret.

Suddenly, Derek took David’s right hard and placed it under his shirt, right on his cobble stone abs, flexing them on purpose to the max.

His human seat started to pant, unable to absorb all these emotions at once.

This was exactly what Derek was waiting for.  What he had been training for all night long.  It was all planned in advance.

‘Oh man, yeah!  Take this, you slut!  I bet You’ve never felt buttocks little this, have you?’, Derek thought to himself.  His own member was now fully erect and the seams of his pants almost lost the ability to do what they were designed for.

An almost evil smirk spread over Derek’s face while he put more and more energy into milking his victim’s cock.

The merciless massage of his fellow classmate’s dick and the flexing of his abs and pecs continued until there was no way back for poor little David.

With a muffled sigh and a beet red face, mister cute came in his pants. 

Suddenly, the bus stopped.  ‘All out’, the bus driver yelled.

While standing up, Derek whispered in David’s ear: ‘Good booooy’.

The shy boy came again.

‘PE class, here I come!’, Derek thought, while he flexed a most muscular crab shot pose in the reflecting window in front of him.

This pose sent a new orgasm through David’s body.

This was a beginning of the day Derek could only dream of.  ‘More cum was going to flow freely today’, he promised himself.  And the gym was the perfect stage for his next play. 

And with that, he got off the bus towards the gym, a huge grin on his handsome face and his rock hard buttocks rubbing one against the other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[crushme99]

Very, very, very good.  You capture the heat and excitement of SERIOUS MUSCLE.  Thank you!!!

[Agripke2]

6 minutes ago, crushme99 said:

Very, very, very good.  You capture the heat and excitement of SERIOUS MUSCLE.  Thank you!!!

Thank You.  There's still a lot of room to grow, no doubt about that.  But unfortunately, the writing proces(s?) takes way too much time.  For English speaking people, this is a huge advantage.  But for me, perfection is not needed.