DENNIS:

    Living on Stag Meadow Lane, the one thing I needed more than anything was a car. Thankfully, I got the second-best thing I could get: a bike. The triplets next door had a whole collection of bicycles they were no longer using now that they could drive. They let me have one of them, and I quickly developed a weekend routine: I would ride the bike to the local bus stop, where I locked it and got on the bus to Mr. Crane's house.

    My math teacher was still my fuck buddy – and he was doing an awesome job at it! It's funny: when I was little and my parents tried to discipline me, they often spanked me, which just led to me rebelling even harder. Now, one of my favorite things to do was get spanked by Mr. Crane. He had a way of pulling on my balls with his left hand while slapping my asscheeks with his right; making me count out loud and often making me cum before I'd even counted to ten.

    One day at school, Mr. Crane asked me to stay after class. I thought he might ask me for a quickie blowjob in his classroom, but instead he informed me,

    "I'm coming over to your house on Sunday."

    "Huh? Why?" I asked.

    "The Super Bowl. Your grandfather's throwing a party and a few of the teachers are invited," Mr. Crane said with a smirk.

    "Mm, you must be one of his favorite staff members then," I flirted, groping my teacher's groin and checking to make sure the classroom door was closed.

    "Maybe we'll have some fun in your room while everyone's watching the game," Mr. Crane teased me back.

    "Really? You'd fuck me at my grandpa's house? While it's full of people?" I asked, getting aroused by the idea.

    "No risk, no run. And I like to take risks," Mr. Crane said, pushing my shoulder down until I was on my knees, getting a whiff of his bulge. I wanted it in my mouth, but he just pushed me away, giving me a moderate kick in the nuts. "Nuh-uh, not yet. We'll save it for Sunday."

    That Sunday, around twenty people came to my grandpa's house. The Eagles were in the Super Bowl, so the local crowd was extra excited. If it weren't for Mr. Crane, I would've gone to the triplets' basement and watched the game with them there. However, now I stayed at Grandpa's house and I rushed to answer the door every time there was a knock. Finally, around 3 PM, Mr. Crane was one of the last people to arrive.

    "You kept me waiting," I whispered in his ear while we were surrounded by people in the living room.

    "Why don't you meet me in your room in ten minutes with your ass up in the air?" he suggested with a smirk.

    I pretty much ran upstairs, excited by the prospect of getting dicked down by the dominant hunk. The second story of the house was abandoned, in stark contrast to the bustling downstairs. I went into my room and closed the door, which didn't lock – which only added to the risky excitement. Getting into position as I'd been ordered, my heart was racing. Anyone at the party could potentially walk in and see me. Not that anyone would have a reason to come in here — the upstairs bathroom was right at the top of the stairs, and my bedroom was at the far end of the hallway. But what if my grandfather came looking for me?

    My anxious thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, and I recognized the sound of Crane's footsteps on the wood floor. I felt my cock get hard and marveled for a moment that even hearing him walk toward me got me aroused with anticipation. I sensed that he was at the foot of the bed, and I heard the soft sound of a zipper. I knew that he was getting his cock out, and that in a few seconds I was going to feel him... fuck!

    Crane shoved his entire cock into me, balls-deep, with a single, forceful thrust. I buried my face in my pillow to muffle the shout that I couldn't keep from escaping. The noise from the party was loud so no one probably would have heard anyway. But just to be safe, I stayed face down like that. I knew there were going to be several more intense thrusts like that. And sure enough, Crane pulled his entire cock out of me, stood looking at my gaping hole for half a second, and then slammed right back in.

    The first few minutes were rough. He hadn't rimmed me like he usually did, and I'd gotten used to how that relaxed my ass before a fuck. Finn did it the best, but Crane's aggressive technique made me see stars too. So I hadn't been ready for such a full assault on my ass, but I should have expected it. Crane was just as amped up as I was about doing this in a house full of people; in a room with no fucking lock on the door! Another rush of blood surged to my cock as Crane started nailing my prostate good. The pleasure started to overtake the pain, and I began rocking back on my hands and knees to meet Crane's hips.

    "That's right, you little whore," Crane growled. "Get that hungry hole everything it wants. Every fucking inch of my cock."

    "More... fuck. Give me more," I whined, my face still partially in the pillow.

    "What's that, fag?" Crane yelled, a little louder than I would have preferred. "Say that again!"

    "MORE!" I cried. "Give me more, give it to me harder, Sir!" As the last few words left my mouth, I felt tears well up in my eyes and struggled to catch my breath. I was so fucking turned on, and at first I didn't even register the sound of the bedroom door opening. It was only when Crane stopped his relentless slamming – not slowing down, but fully stopping, with his dick halfway inside my ass – that I realized I'd heard the creak of the hinges. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look awkwardly at the doorway.

    There stood my grandfather, a look of shock on his face. Even though the noise from the party echoed in the hallway, it felt like the only sound I could hear was Crane's deep, quick breathing, along with my own. I wanted to say something to my grandpa, but it felt like one of those dreams where you need to speak and just can't. I was about to formulate some words… when Crane started fucking me again.

    I almost couldn't believe he had the balls to keep going. Fucking his boss's grandson right in front of him! But then again, that tracked with everything I knew about Crane. It was just like when he walked in on me sucking Wyatt off in locker room showers. Crane didn't give a fuck, went with his instincts, and somehow shit seemed to work out for him. But was that going to be the case right now? So much seemed to hang in the balance of these next few seconds. Crane pulled out once and then plunged balls-deep again. Still looking right at my grandfather, I let out a moan of pleasure.

    "Can you close the door?" Crane said, in an almost flat and uninterested tone as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my stretched hole. "There's too much noise from downstairs."

    I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Crane didn't tell my grandpa to leave the room – just to close the door. And that's what Grandpa did! I watched as he slowly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. I noticed that he stepped back to lean against the door, preventing anyone else from entering as he had, and apparently also getting comfortable to... enjoy the show? Was he really going to stand there and watch us?

    The thought nearly made me shoot my load, and I had to laugh a little. I never would have pegged my grandfather to be the slightest bit pervy. But he didn't look uncertain about this, and I could swear his pants were looking a little tighter in the crotch. Realizing I was about to get my ass bred right in front of my grandfather, I felt close to cumming yet again. I let out a long moan, no longer caring about keeping quiet.

    Crane seemed to be letting loose more now as well, probably also getting a thrill from having an audience, and this audience in particular. I knew enough about my teacher to understand that fucking his boss's grandson while his boss watched was right up his alley. 

    Crane started slapping my ass and tugging on my balls, making me wince and squeal with pleasure, right in front of my own grandfather.

    "You wanna show your grandpa what a cock slut you are?" Crane spewed at me. This was our usual routine but I could tell he was enjoying incorporating my grandfather into it. "You want him to see you taking all of me in your hungry ass?!"

    I opened my eyes again and saw that my grandfather hadn't moved; he was still watching intently, and it seemed like he was breathing a little heavier than normal. Something else had changed: there was no longer any question whether Grandpa was hard or not. I could easily make out what looked to be a decent-sized erection tenting my grandfather's pants. I found myself wishing he'd reach for it and squeeze it – but he just stood there, transfixed on the sight in front of him.

    Crane shifted position a little and really started nailing me right in the magic spot. I knew just what he was doing– he loved making me cum this way, and said he preferred to shoot his own load while my ass was twitching and pulsing around his dick. I felt myself getting close again, and this time I got pushed over the edge. I moaned as my hard cock started spurting a large load onto the bed. Looking again at my grandfather, I knew he could see exactly what was happening.

    Just as he'd planned, Crane started letting loose a few seconds after I did. It always felt like he was flooding my guts when he blew his nut, but today it felt like it even more than usual, and I could feel some of it leaking out around his cock and running down the back of my nutsack. For some reason, I hoped Grandpa could see that too.

    "That's right, you little cumslut... Take that fuckin' load," Crane groaned as he pulled my ass even tighter against his hips. He thrusted several more times as my ass milked the remainder of his jizz from him. Downstairs, somebody had probably scored a touchdown as the crowd was cheering and hollering. 

    "I… I'll see you downstairs soon," my grandfather said coolly, maintaining eye contact with me while I got my ass bred. Then, he turned around and left my room, leaving me to wonder if he would go shoot his load in the bathroom before rejoining the party.​​