Better late, than never. Here is my own installment for the Chroniweek.
The week had barely even started and despite this it already looked like my classmate Adrian was off to a bad start. Usually our first lesson on mondays was Biology, but since Mrs Williamson had fallen ill we had French, meaning we had to deal with Mr Andrews, or Coach as he preferred to be called. For most people his classes were easy and they got good grade without much of an effort. Sure, he barely even spoke the French language, but his good looks more than made up for it.
Mr Andrews was an absolute hunk of a man, his 6′3 frame stacked with heavy, beefy yet defined muscle, thanks to sticking to his workout schedule from back when he was a football player himself. Apparently back when he had been in high school, Coach had been the star of the football team he now took care of and rumor had it he had even been in the NFL for a few years afterwards. Add to that his incredibly handsome face and dense trademark beard and it was obvious why he was popular with the female students.
Unfortunately Coach Andrews valued nothing more than the respect of his team, meaning he frequently joined their parties, showing off just how good he was ta beer pong and other drinking games and also took part in their jokes and pranks all the time. But that also meant he participated in their bullying, especially against their prime target, Adrian.
Adrian was your stereotypical nerd, always top of the class and skinny as they come, but still he was an overall pretty decent guy. Which is why noone in our class approved it when Coach mocked Adrian in class, asked him unnecessarily hard questions or even knocked stuff off his desk “by accident”. He even expected high fives for tormenting poor Adrian from time to time, whcih disgusted all of us to no end. As the class rep I had more than once urged Adrian to report all this, but he adamantly declined, saying he didn’t want to give Mr Andrews and the football team this kind of satisfaction.
Today was especially bad, with Coach shooting questions and extremely difficult vocabulary at Adrian like a machine gun and eventually even knocking his waterbottle when our poor nerd took a sip, resulting in his superhero themed t-shirt clinging to his pigeon chest. Adrian rushed out of the room after that, his face red with embarassment and anger. I overheard him mumbling something under his breath, something about how “Coach will regret” this and “using the Chronivac”, even though I had no idea what that was.
I didn’t see Adrian again that day, apparently he had called his dad to pick him up.
The next day I was worried if Adrian would come to school at all, after the humiliation he had received at the hands of Coach Andrews, especially since school administration had decided to throw us another French lesson as replacement for Mr Henning’s Calculus class, since the old teacher was out of town for a conference.
But apparently there was nothing that could keep Adrian Bullcock from attending class. I chuckled to myself, remembering how Bullcock was not even only a nickname, but his real last name. Rarely had I seen a name that fit a person so well, after all the dick swinging between our class nerd’s skinny thighs really did rival that of a prized breeding bull.
All of us had seen it in the locker room before. It’s 14 inch length hanging right down to Adrian’s knee, looking like a far thicker version of his forearm was holding an apple. Then again I had no doubts that something this fat could effortlessly beat someone as skinny as Adrian in an armwrestling match. Or any of us other guys for that matter.
As I saw Adrian standing in the doorframe I joined my classmates in what had become a daily ritual for all of us: Tracing the enormous soft length of his eponymous soft monstrous tool and gulping as our eyes wandered over the massive head. Then our gaze collectively went upwards and our eyes went wide at the massive bulge caused by the base of his hefty cock and huge orange sized balls.
Adrian clearly enjoyed the attention his nickname earning bullcock got him and swaggered over to his seat. If I were him I probably would ditch school and spend all day jerking off, I thought, catching myself having the same thoughts as always. Then again, I doubted any guy in our class had anything else on his mind. You really had to admire Bullcock for his willpower to come to school instead of playing with his tool.
He had even continued coming to school after being diagnosed with a severe case of what the doctors called Bullnutz. The poor guy’s hormonal disorder caused his cum factories to permanently overflowing with thick nerd cum. Luckily none of the girls in our class minded helpign him out now and then, you couldn’t let a guy like that blueball after all.
Our eyes were glued to Adrian’s bulge as he sat down, until his deep baritone ripped us from our trance. “Guys, I think class is about to start.”, he said with a smirk and rubbed his throat, like he was not used to the knee shaking rumbling voice coming from it. I suppressed a chuckle as I saw his smile, thinking how his pre-pubescent slightly pimpled faced betrayed the sexiness of his voice and the sheer size of his cock.
As if he had waited for Adrian’s call to order, Coach Andrews walked in and started writing some French vocabulary to the board. He turned around and for a second I wondered why he had shaved his trademark off and left his square jaw clean shaven. But then a wave of dizziness swept over me and I remembered that he couldn’t grow the slightest bit of hair aside from his militay buzzcut. I didn’t even know how I knew of this, but I was sure of it.
He started explaining the words he had just written down and I heard Adrian quietly laughing behind me. I guessed that it was because of Coach Andrews’ notoriously high pitched voice and could barely refrain from laughing myself. Hearing this pre-pubescent tenor voice out of this rugged face and muscular was like a complete antithesis to Bullcock’s own sexy voice and pimpled face.
Adrian was late for class the day after, considering he normally was among the first to be there, and since Lucy, a girl from our class, wasn’t there either it was almost certain that she was helping him get a bit of relieve before class. I felt a sense of pride swell up within me, thinking how nice it was of her to help our class nerd deal with his Bullnutz and not having him blue ball longer than necessary.
Finally about two minutes before class started the door opened and quietly Lucy shuffled into the classroom and limped over to her seat. Everyone in the classroom smirked, her bowlegged walk and near ecstatic smile making it perfectly obvious that she had just spent at least half an hour milking a load (or multiple ones) out of Adrian’s farm animal sized genitals.
As soon as Lucy had sat down and crammed her sodden panties into her bagpack, Adrian ducked into the room. Even when ducking, Bullcock’s hair just barely made it under the oaken frame. He quickly checked if his pride and joy sit right afterwards, but of course there was no way his perfectly effortlessly disheveled looking hair would be faced in the slightest by soemthing as minor as this doorframe. Rumor among the girls had it that even after the hardest, most intense fucking sessions his hair still looked like it had been freshly styled by a designer.
The outline of his still semi-hard-on was still obvious against the leg of his black workout shorts. Its size would look incredibly ridiculous, but with Adrian’s height it looked at least somewhat proportionate, if still like a third leg next to his two skinny ones. Today he had poured himself into a light grey tanktop to go with his bulging shorts.
I didn’t really get the nerdy comic book reference on it, but since some of the people who actually knew about those kinds of things were laughing slightly, it might be at least a bit funny. Though they might have been chuckling because of the absurdness of someone as skinny as Bullcock wearing something as revealing as a tanktop.
However we all knew that because of his eponymous tool Adrian just couldn’t wear something as constricting as jeans. He had tried, but the janitors had prohibitted him from wearing normal pants after having to clean up all the cum after his last pair of pants just gave away under his cock’s pressure. Finally, after bathing in our looks long enough, Adrian walked over to his seat.
Again as if he waited for Adrian to end his little show, Mr Andrews walked in as soon as the nerd’s bony ass was planted firmly into the seat. In contrast to the last two days, we actually had a regular French class today. When Coach Andrews walked in, the majority of the girls could barely hold back squealing, like they had juse seen a pup and kitten. Okay, admittedly the cherubic face sitting atop the muscular body of Coach “Angelface” Andrews wa cute, with the blonde locks, soft features and thick lips.´, but you’d expect them to get used to it eventually.
The class went pretty smoothly after that. Coach had even prepared some more challenging vocabulary, something that was rare in his class. Weirdly enough, while being challenged a bit was nice, the words were all very sexualized. Like who would teach high school kids words like blowjob, missionary or rough fucking. Sure we were in our senior year, but still we all found it somewhat weird. The only exception was Adrian. He had a weird, devilish grin on his nerdy face all the time, somehow knowing all the translations when Mr Andrews asked him. then again, it’s not that surprising for someone as hung as Adrian to be able to ask for sex in multiple languages.
The next morning I entered class to find a familiar sight. The head of a beefy ginger was bobbing up and down between Adrian’s tree trunk thighs, undoubtedly having tried to milk a load out of his orange sized nuts for a while now. From the way Bullcock’s was buckling his hips and using his boulder like ass to shove another inch of his meat down the cocksucker’s throat he looked close to shooting a huge good morning load down the guy’s gullet.
With a loud grunt out of our class nerd’s thick neck volley after volley of thick bull cum was dumped down the redhead’s awaiting mouth and after what must have been a dozen volleys the guy finally pulled off Adrian, his normally flat sixpack bulging with the sheer amount of cum in his stomach. I was raging hard by that point, my own modest 6 incher completely dwarfed by the still semihard monster sticking out of Bullcock’s muscular lap.
I was mildly surprised to find that the cocksucker had been “Shamrock” Shane, the school’s linebacker and one of the worst bullies around (That is if he was currently busy with taking care of Adrian’s massive length). Of course it wasn’t weird for a star player of the football team to milk our class nerd’s cock before class, but I had thought that it was Max’ turn today, the running back hadn’t gotten his protein in a while now.
Shane quickly hurried outside, probably on his way to a class himself. Meanwhile our massive nerd had gotten up fro his chair to cram his insane tool back into the fabric prison that were his gym shorts, especially when they were already nearly stretched to their limit by Adrian’s huge thighs. I had no idea how big they exacly were, but each one look thicker around than my waist. Underneath them were calves that looked like they’d completely dwarf my arms, even though I wasn’t that skinny to be honest. The insanely massive artwork he called his legs were capped off by the boat sized mass of flesh he called his feet. If the label of his shoes didn’t lie then his feet were a size 18 and somehow they still looked just as muscular as the rest of him.
The facefucking seemed to have been pretty intense, as the grey tanktop Adrian wore had ridden up, revealing the first two rows of his incredibly sexy cobblestone road of his abs. The grooves between each of the blocky muscles was so deep that a major part of my finger would have completely disappeared between them, had I been allowed to trace the separations. Bullcock quickly pulled his t-shirt down, causing it to stretch over his huge pecs. Each of the mighty muscles looked bigger than a basketball and hung out a few inches in front of him.
He noticed me staring at his chest and made his pecs bounce a few times. Each time the muscles flexed, they transformed into a deeply striated artwork of brawn. After that he threw his arms up into a double biceps pose, his upper arms bursting with pencil-thick veins bulging from the cantaloupe sized mass. I would have nearly applauded myself for not shooting a load right then and there, but then my eyes fell on his face and I felt a sticky warmth fill the front of my pants.
One of his trademark sexy smirks adorned his perfect thin lips, his pearly white teeth sparkling in the light of the classroom’s fluorescent lamps. His skin was free of zits or other imperfections and his sunkissed tan gave his face an almost glowing aura. With the sheer amount of testosterone pumping through his veins the thick stubble that coated his square jaw, which could probably cut glass with, was thicker than anything I could grow in a month, even though he surely only shaved yesterday. Add to that his warm brown eyes, that were just barely hidden behind a pair of thickly rimmed designer glasses and the perfectly styled hair and it was clear why it was only natural to cum from looking at him.
“Maybe he should clean that up before class starts, man.”, Adrian chuckled and pointed at the wet spot around my crotch, his knee shaking baritone causing another spurt into my underwear. I blushed red as a beet and hurried towards the bathroom. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back to class. I got through the door the exact same time as Mr. Andrews and sat down at my desk, a bit surprised when I saw the people sitting next to Bullcock being forced to shift their own tables a bit away from him because of his wide shoulders.
Mr Andrews gave me a disapproving look, but didn’t say anything. When his eyes felel upon Adrian, his eyes went wide and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but when Adrian asked “Is something the matter, sir?” Mr Andrews grimaced like he had been hit by a severe headache. “No, … nothing.”, our teacher replied hesitantly, the lisp of his high pitched voice making it sound pretty cute, despite his intended tone. The again, with his small gymnast body and angelic face he was pretty cute, not to forget his long blonde locks that gave him a stereotypically twinky appearance. Of course the huge bubble butt stretching his small pink shorts to the limit played a major part with this too.
Mr Andrews started his lesson as usual, repeating some of the vocabulary from the last class, though with his lisp the words were pretty hard to understand. It didn’t help that Mr Andrews would trip over his insanely long tongue whenever Adrian would bounce his boulder like pecs or “subtly” flex one of his other incredibly huge muscles at our teacher, which happened a whole lot more often than usual.
After about 20 minutes of lecture and plainly obvious attempts of subtile showing off by our class nerd, Mr Andrews’ inner twink finally started to show. All of a sudden our twinky educator started to moan uncontrollably, rubbing his fat round bubble butt through the pink fabric of his shorts. I just rolled my eyes like everyone else and turned towards Adrian. “Could you please do your job and help Mr Andrews out there, Bullcock? We’d like to continue our lesson asap.”, I said and watched the behemoth that was him swagger to the front of the class, heaving his cock out of his far too tight pants and startign to to slowly rub it’s massive length up and down.
AS he stood before Mr Andrews, the twink fell to his knees in front of Bullcock and as if on reflex his dropped open stretching far wider than should be possible. After lickign the humongous head for Mr Andrews began swallowing the huge dick inch by inch like a pro, until Bullcock’s massive balls rested comfortably on our teacher’s chin. After that Adrian started to pull out about half a foot of cockmeat, before forecefully slamming it back into the stretched out gullet before him, making the educator gag and splutter. Our class nerd just smirked devilishly and began intenself facefucking Mr Andrews.
Through Bullcock’s deep reverberating moans I could make out some phrases like “Chronivac” and “just punishment for bullying”, all of which didn’t really make a whole lot of sense to me. All that I could think about was that while Mr Andrews was a horrible French teacher, he sure seemed to be pretty damn skilled at French sex.