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“Would you take my hand?”

There was a full moon in the sky. The people were out in droves. The nearest tavern legally allowed to be built near Garreg Mach was a drab little thing made of wooden boards that needed to be replaced every rainy season with a large outdoor area in the back among a large grove of forested land. The second floor had a balcony overlooking the dirt road leading away from the monastery, hidden on the other side of a grassy hilltop where cows grazed along the side of the path. It was a place where soldiers and merchants alike, nobles and smugglers could share a tankard of mead and rest their tired feet in front of the same fire.

For Sylvain, it was a chance to get out of his cage and spread his wings. There were only so many so many Tactics 101 lectures he could sit through while their stern and soft-spoken professor turned the whiteboard into a Picasso. Battalion arrangements were all he saw when he closed his eyes these days and he needed release more than ever. That was why he was offering his palm to a beautiful young woman sat at the end of the bar. Late twenties, dark hair, and eyes like pools of milky honey. Her dress was refined, but she didn't have the icy affectation of a lady at court. In short, she was Sylvain's type. Quiet, yet gorgeous.

“I beg your pardon?” she said, painted pink lips spreading to reveal sparkling white teeth as she drank in the young boy approaching her in a tavern after midnight. The cheek of this one, her smile seemed to say as it conveyed both interest and amusement.

Ever the courageous young womanizer, the teenager pushed his hand through his phoenix-fire red hair and gave her a dashing smile. “So I can tell my classmates I've been touched by an angel?”

The woman raised her crystal glass agonizingly slowly, drinking the blood-red wine from the lip of the glass as she turned her ear to him and deprived the fairness of mutual eye contact. “My,” she said. “I'm flattered, but you're just a boy. Do you attend the knight's academy?”

The words 'boy' and 'academy' plunged through his muscular, toned chest like a pair of arrows dripped on poison. She brushed him off like a fourteen-year-old at a festival trying his best to impress the young married ladies who were increasingly disillusioned with their dull and old-fashioned husbands. Smiling at him like he was just such a buffoon.

He closed out his tab and pulled his jacket on just after the band started their second encore. It was getting late. If he stayed out until sunrise, he was going to get scolded for not being in bed. Being a noble had him adverse to the rules, yet still feeling like a child who needed to be back in his room before his parents found out. Rejection stung like wasp on an overheated summer day, and his lack of female attention made his feet feel heavier than cinder blocks. The walk back to the monastery was brutal, the only consolation being that he was going to sneak right back into bed before he got caught by--

“Byleth!”

It was a new moon. The road was practically invisible the whole way home. Garreg Mach was a pillar of light in the dark countryside, massive hilltops looking like sleeping giants looming in the darkness. He approached the front gates with fleet feet, ready to slip through the front the same way he did on his way out. That was until he saw someone standing with just a fraction of their body illuminated by the torches burning all night long. They were not too tall-- a woman? His first instinct was misogynistic. His eyes shrewdly discerned a young woman with a tight little body, brooding dark hair and eyes. And armor. One of the soldiers? No, it wasn't official armor. It was the personal armor of the professor.

He stopped dead in his tracks. He must have been drunk. There was no way he was admiring his professor's body as the two of them shared the space outside the front gates under the cover of midnight. His mind was addled by alcohol, but he knew what he was seeing. The professor never looked quite so good than when he struck out time after time after time. Until he went home without being able to spend time alone with a single pretty girl.

Sylvain licked his lips. Liquor was making Professor Byleth look... young. Fertile. His heterosexual, womanizing brain was doing immense amounts of mental gymnastics to justify his thought patterns. The professor had a toned little body, with tight pecs and a thick, round behind. It was impossible not to notice it during swordplay training, and a straight man could always be up front about noticing a big butt. Even if it belonged to a man, though was the professor really so mature? He was hardly two years older, practically a young adult himself still. Though he had one thing none of the students had: real world experience.

Gods, he was so worried about his teacher's shapely male physique, he hadn't even realized that he was so totally boned in that very moment. Getting around this one was going to be nearly impossible and the only course of action seemed to be puffing out his chest and walking right up to the professor to let him know that he was a Gautier. There was no need for him to bow to the whims of a common street mercenary. Even if Sir Jeralt was once a Knight of Seiros under the Archbishop Lady Rhea, Byleth did not inherit his accolades any more than Sylvain inherited the accomplishments of his father and all the patriarchs of the Gautier family. There was absolutely no way he was going to allow this little runt to tell him what to do!

“Lovely evening, Mr. Gautier.”

Yeesh. Chills went down his spine. Byleth had such a gentle male voice, like cool ice. And yet, there was warmth. He didn't sound mad. He sounded like he just went outside to get some hair. Perhaps that was the case and his ass wasn't currently being served up on a silver platter, Sylvain thought to himself. “Y-Yeah!” the earnest redhead replied, doing his best not to stumble or slur his words. With each step he ascended to the front gate, Byleth became shorter and shorter than him until they were on even ground. He never realized how much he dwarfed his little teacher. It was a bit endearing. “I just thought I would get some fresh air,” he continued, scratching the back of his neck like it might make him more convincing. “It's a nice night for it. Cool and breezy.”

“Mmm,” Byleth said, staring out over the edge of the bridge with his arms folded. He was impossible to read, and perhaps that was what allowed Sylvain to see him more like a woman. He was comfortable around guys. Hell, he and Dimitri spent more than many an evening cranking their meat together after a mandated ballroom appearance. They sputtered the names of maidens and maids they would like to bend over as their fists glided up and down their greasy hairy teenage meat, knees bent and toes curled like apes as they hyperventilated in pleasure. It was a shameful state for high-born boys, but it was a stark truth of all males. Even Professor Byleth. “Funny that,” the man said. “I smell fruit.”

“Yeah?” Sylvain said, hands in his pockets as he looked out across the mountains. Trying to see what his teacher was looking out at.

“Mhm,” Byleth hummed. “Liquor.”

“Ahahah,” Sylvain stammered. He smiled like a cat caught with its hand in the fish tank. “I'm busted, huh?”

Byleth nodded. “Face your fate,” he said. “A walk with your instructor.” Their boots clacked across the cobblestone street like marbles fired by a child's thumb. It was extra quiet. There were still enough hours until dawn to get some rest, and yet here they were: the student neglecting his obligations to restore his energy between courses and the teacher who was deprived of sleep to take responsibility for him. Byleth walked with his hands behind his back, cape tucked and black armor clinging tight to his body revealed. He was slender, perfect for a dexterous warrior. His waist was narrow, but his hips were wide. His armor jingled with each step, powerful thick thighs supporting a large and thick ass.

Sylvain had to steady himself, pushing out his strong, wide chest covered in fine red fur. He was drunk. He was horny. He struck out. It was a bad time to be alone with a man who was too beautiful to treat him as anything but... a word that typically only used when thinking about women. He reached down, readjusting his cock in his pants. He was so hard, thick tube of white male meat snaking down his thigh and covered in sweat. He could smell his own bush and balls through all his clothes. He needed to shower and at some point jack off before things got even worse. Blue balls were his own personal demon, brought on by the women who rejected him time and time again. He needed a regular thing, but much like the crown prince, convention kept him isolated. It was hard to find someone to fuck on the down low when your reputation was all you had.

But, God. If he didn't think about bending that adorable little man over the nearest bench and driving his giant hairy cock into those beautiful wide ass melons. They bounced when he walked, nose turned up to the sky as he counted the stars innocently. No clue he was being looked upon so lecherously. It didn't even bother Sylvain that much to imagine him with a dick and balls, as long as they were smaller and cute. He could tuck them away anyway. His cock would look so good clapping those cheeks, and the best part was nobody had to know. The teacher could be his secret slut.

“You're not thinking of excuses, are you?” Byleth asked, voice melting the night like a warm knife through the body of butter.

“No, Sir,” Sylvain replied with a big smile on his face. “I'm shorry for getting drunk.”

“Hmm,” Byleth sighed. “I suppose you're still just a boy at heart.”

“I'm not!”

Metal clanged as everything happened extremely fast. Byleth pulled his dagger, but he had to turn around one-hundred and eighty degrees to make his move. That gave Sylvain just enough time to draw his sword, but he was sloppy. Confused. He showed up to swordplay classes with alcohol in his system plenty of times, but he genuinely was not expecting Byleth to attack him. The professor was kind. The professor was gentle. The professor was... a mercenary. This unpredictable side of him that belonged to the battlefield was now being brandished in peacetime. In safety.

The hilt of his sword jumped out of his hand as he was pushed down to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. Byleth caught that pretty red head in the palm of his hand to break the blow with the armor on the back of his glove. His other hand buried the tip of his dagger in the space between the stones just inches away from the teenage boy's curly red hair as he landed with his ass straight down on Sylvain's thick, juicy bulge. Their lower bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as Byleth pinned him to the ground in the middle of the courtyard as the birds went silent in the onset of violence. “You're tired and sloppy,” Byleth said, bottomless lake eyes staring into the young noble's soul. “If you can't best me, you have no business sneaking out when you should be asleep before class.”

Silence settled between them. It was hard to know what to do next. The knife next to his face made a sound as it crushed gravel under its tip. Sylvain had never been so turned on in his life. He could feel his bulge pressing into the cleft between his teacher's ass cheeks in his pants under the skirt of his armor. He could feel the heat of the man's asshole resting on the tip of his giant uncut cock, and that meant Byleth could feel the warm of his cock head pressing into the small amount of space between his cheeks. They both were struggling to catch their breath even though nobody was moving.

This time, Sylvain had the element of surprise. His body taking the initiative and making the blow that allowed him to gain control of the situation. He grabbed Byleth's wrist, causing him to lose hold of the dagger and flipped him over so that he was the one on top of the professor, pinning him down under two-hundred and ten pounds of nineteen-year-old stud muscle. Warm hearthfire eyes blinked slow as he leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. “How about this,” Sylvain said, licking his lips with just the end of his tongue as he stared down at Byleth's mouth. “I'll stop sneaking out if I can fuck you instead.”

He bridged the gap, pressing their lips together. Byleth was stunned, allowing the younger boy's tongue to enter his mouth and start exploring it like a trove of treasure to be plundered. He didn't know what to do. He was never expecting one of his students to proposition him in this way. His eyes darted back and forth as the young, horny drunk stud started kissing him. “Sylvain!” Byleth murmured, putting his hands on the boy in an effort to push him off. “We shouldn't!”

The boy backed off, but only to sit up on top of his teacher's hips as he peeled his jacket and his shirt off. His body was tripped, wide doughy pecks with dark red hair between and around the inside of his chest muscles. He had eight deeply-defined fine abs, torso narrowing dramatically down to his waist where his pants were barely containing his huge hairy cock. An irresistible curly treasure trail led down into his underwear, which were starting to struggle to keep the base of his pubes from being exposed. Byleth watched wide-eyed as the man flexed his thick eighteen-inch biceps and showed his deep, hairy muscular pits as he raised his shirt up over his head.

He looked like a model. He was exceedingly handsome, but that wasn't the problem. He was a student. “If someone sees us--” Byleth stammered.

“Do you see anyone?” Sylvain protested drunkenly as he discarded his clothes on the ground. He planted his elbows on either side of Byleth's face and welcomed him to the world of massive masculine muscle. Two giant hairy male jugs invaded his personal space, fresh sweat running down Sylvain's milky soft chest pillows while a giant bush of dark coiling ginger armpit hair assaulted his cheeks on either side. “Come oooon,” the teenage boy whined with need and desperation. He began to grind his hips down into Byleth's crotch and found that he was sporting some adorable little wood. “You're fucking hard,” Sylvain noticed with a massive smile on his face.

“You're drunk,” Byleth said, palms on the boy's stomach as he kept trying to push him away. All it did was give him a feeling of those perfect rich boy abs. Gods, he had no business being so well-built. It was hard not to imagine him soaking in the sun at the beach alongside his fellow noble boys, Dimitri with the two of them in little red speedos tanning their bodies by the seaside in sunglasses with their chests and pits on display. How could Byleth not be hard? Little five-inch cock rock hard in the front of his pants and currently being pushed around by his student's huge and imposing bulge. “This is so wrong,” Byleth whimpered weakly.

“Just say yes,” Sylvain said, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out as he continued doing push-ups on top of his professor's cock. It was kind of cute how small it was compared to his. His bulge was easily twice the heft and weight of Byleth's. He kept the man in a prison of huge hairy young boy muscle as he tried to sway his teacher into being his pet. “Instead of sneaking out to the bar, I can sneak into your chambers,” Sylvain said. “And fuck you.” Hearing him say the words out loud made it real. The handsome young boy pressed his lips down again, and this time Byleth didn't stop him. His hands went from his student's stomach to the small of his toned back, and then dug into the tops of his pants. “Oh, you like my ass?” Sylvain murmured with a snicker. “I'll make you eat it.”

Byleth had chills. No man had ever spoken to him like this before. He was a virgin when it came to exploring sex with other men. The way Sylvain towered over him, the way he dwarfed him in since and strength. The most hair Byleth had was a little tuft under his arms and some tiny wisps above his hard little dick. All of this muscle and hair was totally foreign to him. And the smell. Sweat ran down from the depths of those giant bushy pits and across massive rounded pecs where it dripped straight into his face. He reciprocated the kiss as his hands dug into the boy's thick muscular ass globes. Their bodies came together, cold steel against warm male flesh.

“Shit,” Byleth whispered, biting his bottom lip as Sylvain licked across his cheek. “I could get fired.”

“We can go to jail together,” Sylvain teased him with a mischievous grin. “I'll fuck you up against the bars.”

“Fuck,” Byleth sighed, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and kissing him hard. This time, he took the initiative, and it was absolutely adorable. He pecked, pressed, and licked. He didn't know what to do, but Sylvain was an excellent teacher. He let the man lead while still showing him little ways to tap and tease with his tongue. The dry humping was great, but it wasn't what the noble boy needed to put himself to sleep in time for school. His cock was so hard it hurt. Nine thick inches long and six around leaking precum down the thigh of his pants to the point that there was an imprint. “Nobody can know,” Byleth pleaded.

“Who am I going to tell?” Sylvain said with a whine as he felt his thick fleshy tube of cock fighting against the crotch of his pants for freedom. “Come on. I'll teach you to get me off,” he said as he stood up. Byleth sat up just in time to find the teenage boy's thick cock sitting right in his face. Sylvain's hand went to the back of his head right away, like he might run away scared from seeing so much cock up close for the first time. “See that? That's a cock,” Sylvain said, pulling his teacher's face closer until Byleth's nose was hooked over the top of his shaft and the precum stain was pressing a wet sticky spot into the man's cheek. “Smell it. The smell of a man.”

Byleth tried to turn his face to the side, but the boy wasn't letting him go. All he did was grind each side of his face into that thick cock bulge that was too big to ignore. It was bigger than his own, that was undeniable. It was making him horny. He had never been dominated by another guy like this. He was usually the one who had the upper hand in battles against men because he was so short and lithe. Now, those delicate male features were coming back to haunt him as Sylvain found it easy to hold him by the back of the head like an altar boy kneeling before his holy Father. “It stinks,” Byleth murmured, humiliated by how turned on he was in that moment. The hemline of those pants was getting lower and lower with every second, and with that came the introduction of the teenager's beautiful thick bush of musky unwashed pubic hair right in his face.

“Smell my bush,” Sylvain whispered, digging his fingers into the professor's hair and guiding his nose up and into that thick bramble of sticky dark curls. Byleth seemed resistant to explore, but he never said no. He eased the man into sniffing his sticky wet cock hairs, dislodging them from being attached to the base of his giant hairy cock and feeling them tickle the inside of his nose.

Byleth felt light-headed after just a few deep breaths. The smell of a real man was agonizingly addicting. He slid his hands around the backs of the boy's knees instinctively as his face was held flush to that magnificent hairy crotch. “S-Sylvain...” Byleth grumbled, staring up with narrowing eyes and a twitching nose that disappeared between musky damp teenage masturbator pubic hairs. “We're out in the open!”

There was a deep grumble coming from the boy's chest as he dug his hand into the back of his teacher's head and slowly began to walk backwards. Byleth was forced to crawl, led by his head in the most demeaning way possible as this gorgeous rich noble boy treated him like he was just a two-penny hooker. “Come,” Sylvain whispered, keeping his teacher's twitching little nose firmly implanted in the nest of his pubic hair as he walked backwards. “Let's get some privacy out here.” His voice was no more than a whisper, hoarse as he struggled against his natural desire to just grab the man by the ears and start skullfucking him right there. It had been a while since he tempered a guy into buying his toy. Dimitri was a little too straight to talk into cleaning the sweat off his balls, but Byleth was the perfect little sex kitten. Uninitiated, but eager to learn.

Once they were off the beaten path, Sylvain felt confident enough to unbutton the front of his pants. Byleth watched anxiously, nibbling on his bottom lip as the boy stopped with his thumb in the front of his golden briefs. “You take it out,” the boy instructed, a classic move when he was trying to cock shock a faggot. It was so, so wrong to think about his professor like this. You were supposed to show respect to your elders, but what were you to do when your elders where prostrating themselves on their knees before you? He could only focus on the stark curve of Byleth's lower back and the two thick ass melons of his ass cheeks spreading ever-so-slightly as he arched his back and made himself at home in front of another man's crotch.

“Okay,” Byleth said. He didn't even realize he was being obedient. He was curious. He was interested. The walls came down. He wasn't a teacher by route. He was a fighter, a soldier without a crown. On his knees, before his lord, his true nature came out and he felt the urge to obey a dominant man's commands. He reached into those wet underwear and pulled out a full tube of pale dick meat. It had a slight downward curve in the middle, causing it to stuck straight out and then weigh itself down at the end like a great big banana. The bush was wild and untamed, untrimmed and spreading from thigh-to-thigh. He had to keep pulling, because there were two giant blushing pink balls in a lightly-furred ginger sack attached to them. He kept them in the palm of his hand as that giant stinking hog of natural male penis flopped out and landed on his upper lip. “Sheesh,” Byleth gasped, wide blue eyes taking in his first real cock.

“Big?” Sylvain asked like he had to a thousand young women before.

Byleth nodded with a level of cock shock the young stud was all too familiar with. “Huge!” the man commented, one hand cupped around those huge greasy boy ballsack. “You're definitely pent up,” he continued. He leaned in and rubbed his nose across the skin of that huge heavy ball bag, taking a deep breath and sighing. “And stinky. Don't you wash this thing?” Byleth asked with a twinkle in his eye, unable to stop himself from smiling.

“Nah,” Sylvain said, content to put his hands behind his head and flash those gorgeous muscular ginger pits. “Need my teach to show me how.” He had more gall than he was worth, but of course that giant slab of meat so musky it had steam coming off it allowed him to be so cock. Byleth needed both of his hands to handle this young hung stud, entreating his free one to hold the upper half of that giant bushy boner so it wasn't hanging on his shoulder and leaking. His hand was dampened with cock grease immediately.

He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, staring the young teenage boy in the eyes as he traced the side of his ballsack with the tip of his tongue. The flavor was exquisite. Naturally male. Deeply musky. Faint traces of piss and cum. And layers of sweat built up across weeks. It was at once both disgusting and extremely addicting. He gently closed his lips around the end of the handsome boy's swampy wet nuts like a curious child before slowly sinking the ring of his mouth down to encapsulate every last square inch of those giant hairy boy balls. “Fuhuuuuck,” Sylvain sighed, eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Byleth began bobbing his head, cheeks going hollow as he nursed on those giant sperm-filled sacks like a baby with its pacifier. “Mmm!” Byleth hummed in pleasant surprise staring down at those giant cum tanks as he suckled on them like a piece of taffy.

“Do my stinky balls taste good?” Sylvain asked with a smirk, leaning down to move that dark tunic to the side and push the man's pants up over the curve of his ass along with his tightie-whities. He bit his tongue as he exposed those two giant round ass cheeks, letting his finger slide down the center of his crack and copping a feel of that hole. It was smooth, possibly even shaved. “I'm going to breed this pussy,” he murmured like a throat, spitting on his hands and tucking it between the man's soft pillowy bubble butt. He stood back up straight and took hold of that short dark hair as he started guiding his professor up and down along the skin of his balls. He was holding the base with his hand, stretching them with his mouth and sucking them like a dick. “Guess you know how to suck,” Sylvain commented, gooning as he felt that tongue digging into the underside of his moist fragrant balls and peeling the layers of oil and grease off it. “Let's see you do that on my cock now.”

Byleth begrudgingly let those huge ginger teenager balls fall out of his mouth and descend down his chin. He had a dark look in his eyes, like the taste of that cock was changing him. He dragged his tongue up around the base of that thick, greasy slab of meat and took his student's pubic hair into his mouth. It was musky. Wet. Sticky. It tasted like Sylvain, his natural scent. Something no man should have known, but he wanted his teacher to. The boy cupped that soft, dark raven-like hair in one hand while he kept his other hand behind his head. He wanted to guide his teacher. Teach his teacher. His cock throbbed as Byleth chewed on his pubes, taking deep breaths and tickling the underside of his balls with the tips of his fingers. It was maddening. He was so amateurishly innocent and yet so surprisingly perverse. “Where'd you learn to munch bush?”

Byleth's cheeks turned red. He didn't know it would be seen as perverse. He just really liked Sylvain's body. He was so tall and muscular. His wife was going to be lucky to bury her face in those wide, furry pecs. His abs were defined. He groped them with his free hand while his other was busy holding big balls. “You're so hot,” Byleth admitted, placing gentle kisses along the shaft of that huge sweaty uncut cock towards the tip. It really had its own stench. The smell of Sylvain. Countless women had cum on this cock, and now he was letting his professor get a taste of that long ginger pole.

He stared up with wide, doe eyes as he stuck out his tongue and made a welcome mat for the boy's giant bushy straight boy cock. He pursed his lips around the tip and began bobbing on it like a baby bottle when Sylvain said, “Massage it to the base with your lips, and cover your teeth.” He pushed his teacher down on the end of his huge pale monster cock and felt that mouth open up for him. “Yeeeah,” Sylvain sighed raspily, smirking like a fuckboy as he got both his hands behind the man's ears and took advantage of that inexperienced mouth. “Use your tongue, too, when you suck my cock.”

He placed his feet on either side of Byleth's legs and began piping his face. He wasn't being kind. His teacher looked up with panicked eyes as the straight boy kept him held in place with that huge hairy nine-inch cock as he started digging deeper and deeper. What the professor did not know was that Dimitri came looking for Sylvain after finding his bed empty. He heard the silence of the monastery at night being broken by the sounds of mischief. He knew the sounds of Sylvain grunting and moaning and pulled his cock out, eight white blonde inches of thick musky high-born cock meat. He gripped his shaft as he peered around the corner and found his best friend standing shirtless near the hedge where he had a big juicy bubble booty on the ground with the girl who owned it gagging on his cock.

Only it wasn't a girl. It was Professor Byleth bobbing and twisting his head up and down on his buddy's fat uncut cock. “Let me in your throat,” Sylvain cooed, holding the man by the back of the neck and rounding his lips as he pushed his fat musky tip down into the bend of that tight wet throat hole. His tongue lolled out of his head as he got Byleth's stern and stoic expression buried straight down in the base of his hairy bush. “Come on. I wanna fuck the serious look off that face off yours.” He guided those twitching nose straight down into his pubes and ground his hips back and forth as he enjoyed the feeling of bottoming out in that sloppy wet mouth.

His eyes bobbed up to see Dimitri creeping his way into the secluded garden of the courtyard with his fat hairy cock in his fist. He was stroking slowly, trying not to make noise. Sylvain stuck out his thumb and pinky finger and wagged his tongue, making a mockery of his teacher who he was skull-fucking like a tavern whore. They locked eyes. Dimitri kept his distance. He sat on the stone bench across from them in utter silence, thankful he showed up in his bedclothes and not armor. His big hairy blonde nuts bounced as he watched with glazed eyes as Sylvain did something they only joked about. Making the professor his bitch.

He pulled Byleth off his cock and made sure the man didn't turn around. He pushed the shorter male up against the hedge that was the only thing keeping them from being exposed as Sylvain got down on his knees and took two big hands full of those gigantic pale smooth bubble ass cheeks. He peered over his shoulder, licking his lips and smiling at Dimitri like the cuck he was before letting his nose take its place as the professor's rightful throne.

“Oh!” Byleth whimpered as he felt that big, strong nose slide into the space between his thick doughy shortstack cheeks and inside of his warm hole. He tried to ease up, but Sylvain was holding him by the knees. He wasn't letting him run away. The professor sighed as he felt that big strong tongue running up along the side of his little pink balls, giving them a kiss on the way up to his smooth taint. “Wait! Don't lick thaaahhhh--” He melted into that thick wet tongue as it traveled along the inside of that pretty pink hole and did a quick little circle.

“I'm getting your pussy ready, baby,” Sylvain said. “Your going to bounce on my dick from now on.” He dipped his giant pink tongue into that sweaty asshole and used his hands to close those big thick ass cheeks around his face. He bobbed his head as he munched on that tiny tight hole, SHLIP SHLIP SHLUUURPing his way deeper and deeper into that unfucked, virgin ass. Byleth sighed, relaxing his weight onto the teenage boy's face and feeling him tilting his body back to accommodate the professor sitting his full weight on the boy's face. His hands moved up, forming a belt around the man's narrow little waist as he bobbed his head munching and eating on that perfectly smooth soft pink boy pussy.

“Shit,” Byleth sighed, covering his mouth as he realized he accidentally swore. Sylvain chuckled from under his fat bubble butt, delighting in his ability to make his teacher lose his composure. Those hands went up to cup the man's tiny tits as his face disappeared under Byleth's tunic. Only the sounds of a dog lapping at its bowl came out from under that skirt, causing Dimitri to stroke faster and faster.

Then, without warning, Sylvain tightened his grip and stood straight up, causing Byleth to close his ankles around the back of the man's neck as he was raised up in the air. “Woah!” Dimitri was quick to hide under the wall of shrubbery as the two naked men repositioned so that Sylvain was sitting on the bench across from him with Byleth facing away.

“Come here,” Sylvain said, tucking his giant sweaty ginger cock under his teacher's tunic and tucking it in the warm wet cleft between those big bubble butt cheeks. He kept Byleth focused on him with one arm around the man's lower back and the other on the top of his big juicy ass. Their eyes closed as lips met and spit was swapped. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sylvain whispered into the kiss, eyes tracking over to where Dimitri was watching them again. He raised up that giant cape and skirt, pulling it to the side and tucking it under his big pale bicep to expose those thick peachy ass cheeks pointed right at Dimitri.

While Byleth was preoccupied sucking on the teenage stud's tongue, Sylvain was making silly faces at a gooning Dimitri as he held those big round pussy cheeks open for his best buddy and made sure he got a little peek at that pink hole. As much as you could see with his giant bushy boy dong laying straight across it anyway. The cocky young straight boy wagged his tongue in his teacher's mouth as he grabbed and spread those thick doughy dumpy melons and gave them little spanks and smacks. Byleth was resting his hands on the boy's pecs. It was clear how enchanted he was with the boy's muscular aristocratic body, and Sylvain knew how to take advantage.

He flexed his giant vascular bicep, showing off that musky ginger pit that seemed to magnetize his professor's face. The whole time, Sylvain was guiding his fat sweaty uncut cock into that little pink hole. His cock was soaked in deep throat phlegm and that little pink pussy had enough of his saliva inside of it to allow the teenage boy's thick meaty tip to pop right inside. Dimitri was amazed, jaw dropping as he cranked his fist in circles around the head of his big white hairy cock. “You've got strong thighs,” Sylvain commented as he ran his hands up and down. “Why don't you hop up and ride my cock.”

He managed to climb his boots up onto the stone bench and perched his fat bubbly ass hole-first on the tip of that huge hairy uncut straight boy cock. He managed to keep his face in the boy's furry muscular pit, dragging his tongue up along the inside of the boy's perfectly-sculpted and powerful body. Sylvain just smirked with pride, hands free to push his teacher deeper into his swampy stinky pit as the man started bouncing on the head of his cock. SHLAP! SHLAP! SHLAP! SHLAP! The sound of his asshole sucking on the kid's big greasy slut cock was loud enough to make Dimitri's eyes roll back in his head.

This was their usual arrangement. The crown prince couldn't plant his big greasy cock in any cunt he pleased, but his knight had no such restriction. Sylvain got the pussy, flexing his big hunky biceps and making her moan like a girl while Dimitri snuck into the room and watched from the corner with his dick in his fist. Stroking away like a little cuck. Byleth was making these gentle, soft male moans as he eased his virgin hole open on the head of that giant uncut teenage cock. He was so excited it was hard to speak. Only Sylvain's deep manly voice murmuring prayers of, “Yes, faggot,” as the older male buried his face deep in the space between his pit and his bicep like it was a bottle of poppers. “Open that pussy for Daddy,” Sylvain whispered as his teacher fucked himself on the top three inches of his giant unwashed straight boy cock.

“Yes, sir,” Byleth whined, looking up in humiliation as he made the boy laugh like a cock frat boy jock.

“I like fucking that bitch out of you, Professor,” Sylvain whispered, pulling on the man's hair until his tilted his head back and spat a dollop of saliva straight down his throat. Byleth buried his head in the teenager's sweaty ginger pecs as he twerked his giant pale cheeks up and down on the end of his student's massive freckled shlong. He was trying extra hard to keep his grunts inside, but then he hit the thickest part in the middle of the boy's cock. He swallowed his cries and bit down on his upper lip as his massive shiny pale cheeks wobbled and bounced on the upper half of that huge bushy boy boner. “Come on. Take Daddy deeper.”

He was afraid. That big dick was already hitting his sensitive spot just right. He couldn't keep his voice inside much longer. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Byleth hissed as he threw his huge pale cheeks dripping sweat from the physical activity up and down on that thick greasy monster cock. Sylvain was holding his ass cheeks open, swatting them in unison and showing how deep his big ladykiller dick was spreading and gaping that little virgin hole. Making it fart and squelch right at Dimitri, who couldn't stop tugging up and down on his pale uncut eight inches.

“Oh fuck yes!” Sylvain huffed, sitting back like a stud and watching as the composed, serious face of his professor broke down as he threw all of his strength into bouncing his fat doughy butt cheeks down on the base of Sylvain's cock. He didn't care how loud his grunts and groans were. He had a duty to provide a quality education to his student, and that required him to be rested and ready for class. Riding this big dick was his job, and the feeling of Sylvain's hands gripping his waist had him wanting to fuck the smug out of the kid's giant hairy cock.

“Oh, I'm gonna fucking cuuummm,” Sylvain whined as he spread his legs like a slut and let his giant ginger balls rise up and start pumping his hot salty ball sludge deep up inside those wobbling clapping ass mounds. He gave Dimitri a thumbs-up as he dumped his backed-up ropes of stick nut milk into his teacher's soft, warm cheeks.

Byleth leaned down and kissed him, cutting off his moans as their body smashed together in a motion that was beating the fuck out of his sweet spot. “Don't stop fucking me,” he sighed. “Don't stop fucking me!” A feminine moan escaped his lips as his cute little erection painted watery jets of cum across his student's shiny abs. Sylvain just laughed at him as his giant cock fucked all sense and good behavior out of his professor. He was thinking about how much he had him under his control now. The professor was going to do everything he wanted.

The next day, Dimitri worked himself up to go by his teacher's personal chambers after class. It was impossible not to notice the way he and Sylvain were giving each other looks the whole time they were discussing wartime politics. He still wasn't sure if he was going to make fun of him for it or try and extort him for sexual favors. In fact, a strong part of him was screaming at him to turn around and go back to his room. Don't say anything. Then he pictured Sylvain in his mind from the night before. When he caught the two having dirty, passionate gay sex in the courtyard after dark just before the dawn guard started its patrol. There was no way he could go back to normal after that. He wasn't going to let Sylvain be the only one to get some relief in this stuffy old Monastery. He was going to get his fair share.

Knock, knock!

He rapped on the wooden door as he cleared his throat. It had been over an hour since class was dismissed for the afternoon for individual study. Only one student hung around the classroom after hours to “go over” his homework, and you didn't need a crystal ball to guess who it was. After nearly half an hour going back and forth in his chambers about what to do, he stormed off too the teachers' quarters in his black military clothes clutching his blue cape in his fist like he was going to give a maid a stern talking to. Now that his feet were on Byleth's doorstep and nobody was opening up, his nerves were starting to come into question.

There was laughing. Giggling. “Shh! Shh!” Sylvain. His masculine voice was unmistakable to his best friend who knew him from childhood. The flirty and playful affect to his voice said it all. He could easily picture Sylvain standing there shirtless with his tie loose around his neck covered in lipstick marks and the Professor on his knees being ravaged by that beast. His cucked imagination was so over-dramatized it was making his bulge strain even harder against his pants.

Sylvain was standing just behind the door, seeing that familiar blonde hair and blue cape passing through the crack in the curtains as the Prince made his way to Byleth's dormitory room. Luckily he was still mostly dressed, shirt still neat on his wide, pillowy chest and the front of his pants still containing his giant hairy ginger cock. The only part of his body that was exposed was his absolutely enormous straight white boy dumper. His ass cheeks were easily the size of one of Byleth's pillows each, and the man was currently absolutely trapped on his knees with his nose trapped in the bramble of dark orange fur curled and sweating over the muscular teenage boy's pretty pink asshole.

“Come on, stink face!” Sylvain teased, laughing as his hand made a handle out of his teacher's hair. Byleth was genuinely trying to get away, but there was not a chance he could physically withstand Sylvain in a battle of strength and size in the bedroom. He felt like a boy in school again to small and weak to stand up to the bullies Jeralt told him to face with his nose held high. Well, his nose was currently held between two giant bubbly ginger ass cheeks as one of his teenage students was swaying his hips lustfully, wiping his sweaty straight boy hole back and forth across his new sexual slave's barely-willing nostrils. “What's your face gonna smell like when I get up?” the cocky teen jeered as he stroked his hole across the man's face like he was using a gym towel.

“Your ass!” Byleth seethed, tongue running across that hairy ginger asshole and tasting deep the flavor of youth. Of a straight boy who barely showered, had sweaty pits, let his laundry hamper overflow with crusty jack-off socks, and worst of all had zero respect for women at this point in his life. It was humiliating, but Gods if it didn't make his little bottom cock hard as a rock to be bossed around by one of his charges like this. His fingers dug into those giant wobbly boy butt cheeks as he lapped at the boy's hole, eager to be free of his dank musky prison sometime this year.

“You made us sit in that stuffy room for three hours while you droned on and on about combat etiquette,” Sylvain said with disdain. “Whole time my ass is fucking DRIPPING.” He made his point raising his leg like a dog and letting his big hairy nuts jingle as he used his teacher's face to wipe the sweat off his butthole. “Take responsibility. You promised, remember?” Byleth glared up at him with his face smashed between big fat sweaty white boy cheeks. Sylvain pulled back on his hair, the now understood sign for 'open'.

Byleth stuck out his tongue between huge juicy teenage boy dumper cheeks and waited as a thick wad of pit descended into the crack of that big straight boy butt and slid down the center of his ass crack, picking up the student's sweat and ass grease before landing on the professor's tongue and sliding down his throat. Just as there was a knock at the door. Byleth's eyes went wide, but he felt that big strong hand on the top of his head go stiff as stone. His face was kept in the swampy trench between those giant steamy meat buns as Sylvain murmured, “It's Dimitri.”

“Don't anthuh!” Byleth protested, eyes wide with terror as he pleaded with the boy with all his heart as he made little pleading circles with his tongue on the teenage boy's furry pink hole. Unfortunately, breaking down the stoic wall of his professor was becoming a special interest of Sylvain's.

“Shh!” Sylvain hushed him, making sure his teacher's struggling, protesting face was buried deep between his fat bubble butt cheeks as he waddled them close to the door. He twisted the knob and cracked it just barely, forcing his friend to get as close to the inside of the room as humanly possible to actually see who was answering the door. Dimitri's eyes widened like he convinced himself it wasn't going to happen when the ladykiller playboy of the Blue Lions appeared in the space between like a bashful bachelor answering the door on his honeymoon. “Sup, dude?” he said, wiping the sweat from the curly red hair stuck to his temple.

“Hey,” Dimitri said, trying to see over the boy's shoulder but failing to detect anything but faint rustling behind his friend. “Is the Professor here? I needed to speak with him.”

Sylvain cocked his head in the most exaggerated manner possible, thumb touching his chin. “The Professor? You mean from our class?”

Dimitri's face fell, agitation letting itself be known. “Yes, Sylvain. From our class.”

“Hmm,” Sylvain said, smirking as he felt the face between his ass trembling with nerves. He wiped his sweaty hole with Byleth's face and sighed, “Let me look around. “ Then, upon pushing his teacher's nose all the way inside his furry teenage butthole, he looked over his shoulder and grinned like a jackal, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out of his mouth as he used his hand to push Byleth's face up and down between his cheeks in just such a way that it made a soft SPLTCH! SPLTCH! sound that had Dimitri absolutely hard as a rock. “Don't see him,” Sylvain said with a composed tone so as not to alert the professor that they were being watched.

He tilted his body to the sight just enough to crack open the door a little more. Dimitri finally was able to see his friend's big strong hair holding a tiny ball of dark hair deep in the recess between his fat sweaty straight boy dumptruck ass. This was his signature move, the ones the girls never said no to after he talked them off their feet. Who could say no to all of that cake when the boy was fucking them so right? Not Byleth, whose curiosity became his prison as his student took great pleasure in letting Dimitri see how he had their teacher currently trapped with his nose between those giant juicy straight boy cheeks. “O-Oh,” Dimitri said, trying to sound casual about it “Okay.”

He gripped the front of his black pants and rubbed the outline of his thick uncut cock boldly. Sylvain curled his finger at him before closing the door just enough to click the hinges while Dimitri held the knob from the outside to keep it from untwisting like a couple of frat boys busy gangraping the freshmen. It was sleazy and wrong, but that was fucking with teenage boys in a nutshell. You always got more dick than you bargained for. Dimitri slipped inside and locked the door behind himself as Sylvain turned around with one hand keeping Byleth's nose up his puffy pink asshole. “ All good, teach,” Sylvain said with a sigh, arching his back and pushing out his giant hypnotic wobbly white boy butt cheeks toward his friend. “He's gone. You can wipe my ass in peace now.”

“Mmmm,” Byleth hummed, finally at-ease. He clutched the kid's giant hairy nuts in his palm as he whipped his tongue in an undulating motion and polished all of the sweaty ass grease off of the inside of his teenage student's musky asshole. “Your ass is bigger than mine,” Byleth commented in awe. “You must work out a lot,” he said as Sylvain spread his big feet on the floor and flexed his powerful thick thighs as he began shaking his giant cheeks left and right. The professor smiled and chuckled as he stuck out his tongue and let his face get twerked on by his teenage student's giant sweaty dumptruck ass. All to show Dimitri just how much he subjugated their teacher with his powerful, masculine body.

“What happened to my butt being smelly?” Sylvain asked with a laugh, looking over his shoulder and grinning like a cocky little bastard.

Byleth blushed, kissing one of those giant cheeks and giving it a nibble. “I'm starting to like it...” he whimpered, closing his eyes and running his nostrils back and forth across the tall teen top's furry wet asshole.

“Yeah?” Sylvain responded, biting his bottom lip as he felt the man feasting on his ass hair. “You like Daddy's stinky butt?” He stuck out his tongue at his best friend and laughed as he watched the blonde boy pull out his sweaty cock and start fapping. Sylvain gave control of the professor's head to Dimitri, who immediately began mashing the man's head into Sylvain's huge wobbling ginger white boy cakes. “Awwwwfffuuuucckkk,” the teen sighed, itching his giant sweaty buns left and right. “Shiiiiit teach. You're such an ASS WIPE for me!”

He laughed like a hung bully as Dimitri began wiping his hole with their professor's face, that serious expression melted into a drunken grin as he held his tongue out and twirled the teenager's hole hairs with it. He had no idea that another one of his students was controlling his head, mashing him nose-first into Sylvain's giant sweaty bubble butt. “Fuck,” Sylvain sighed, bending over even further and pushing his giant hairy nine-incher back between his legs and rubbing it along Byleth's neck. “You're making me soo horny, dude,” he moaned moreso at Dimitri. The boy knew what to do next. He had done it plenty of times before.

Dimitri held the professor by his silky dark hair as Sylvain raised his hips up until his sticky pink tip was rubbing around confusedly on his teacher's face. He needed to lean his head back more, causing him to make eye contact with Dimitri who was stroking his big bushy blonde cock right behind him. “Dimitr—GGGRK!” His mouth hole was plugged by that giant unwashed ginger straight boy pole snaking directly down his neck and into his warm wet throat hole. As soon as the professor started resisting, Dimitri let go of his own cock and let it rest down the middle of Byleth's face as he held the man behind his ears so he would be good and immobile fore Sylvain to start facefucking him.

He put his knees together, spreading his big pale muscular ass and flashing his sopping wet hairy asshole right at Dimitri as he began fucking straight down into his teacher's hungry mouth. “D is just gonna help us out,” Sylvain said with a smile, taking off his shirt so he could tweak his dark pink nipples as he started washing his stinky uncut cock inside of Byleth's syrupy throat hole. “You're not gonna touch him, right D?” Sylvain asked.

“Nope,” Dimitri said as his thick musky uncut cock laid flat against Byleth's face. It snaked down along the man's mouth where Sylvain's even bigger dick was currently fucking the froth out of his teacher's lips. Their dongs were interlocked, burying the professor in pure unadulterated straight boy penis stench. Dimitri made eye contact with the professor before laying his giant white blonde hair-covered nuts right on the man's eyes. Sylvain was too busy throwing his head back and sighing to care that his wingcuck was currently giving Byleth a pair of big sweaty nut glasses as his own ballsack started bouncing off the submissive male's face like a tennis ball off a brick wall.

“Fuuuuuck,” Sylvain whimpered as their big hairy straight boy balls rubbed together. Dimitri was pumping his big thick uncut cock, letting the sweat and precum roll down his greasy pink shaft and over his stanky sack as it pooled on his teacher's face. “No touching, bro,” Sylvain said with a wink as he spread his giant pale freckled ass. Silence. Dimitri let go of his cock. His shaft disappeared between that ass. Byleth started to choke as Sylvain laughed victoriously as he felt his best friend's rock hard gooner cock get trapped in his ass crack. “Aw FUCK YEAH!”

GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! Byleth's jaw dropped as the back of his throat was viciously stabbed by that giant hairy unwashed monster shlong. Sylvain wasn't showing him and mercy. On the contrary. The boys were making an utter fool out of him with their big juicy young cocks and he was letting him. His throat became a target for that thick musky uncut monster dick as it carved out a space within his throat with deep wet strokes. With every powerful thrust of his hips into his teacher's throat, his giant straight boy muscle ass kept jacking off Dimitri's pathetic aristocratic cuck cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the Prince whimpered, feeling his big balls clapping wetly against Byleth's eyes. He couldn't hold his load anymore.

Sperm flew threw the air as Sylvain planted his entire greasy nine-inch banana all the way down the professor's gooey wet mouth hole. His big pink sack spread and throbbed as thick steaming spurts of hot white ball cream went spraying down into Byleth's stomach directly. He laughed as he felt Dimitri's dick start giving up his load in between his bro's big fat muscular ass cheeks. Even tops couldn't resist Sylvain's hypertrophic jock body. The cocky teen flexed his biceps as his big straight ass milked a load right out of his buddy at the same time as his huge hairy uncut cock dumped a thick sticky load right down their teacher's hungry, hungry throat. “Shiiiit, man,” Sylvain said, looking over his shoulder and down his muscular back where Dimitri's thick lock of sperm filled the spaces between his muscles like a painting. “Looks like couldn't hold their load.” He smirked. “You know what that means.”

Dimitri was ordered to sit on the chair across from the foot of the bed next to a full-length mirror. He was to strip down to nothing, looking like a little boy as he sat with his knees bent on the large loveseat-style chair. His cock was placed in a steel chastity cage that reduced his manhood to a nub sitting on his big hairy pink balls. Sylvain was sitting on the foot of the bed, naked except for his socks as he had a Byleth without any clothes sitting on his lap facing away. He also had a tiny steel cage placed on his submissive male penis, which Sylvain currently had resting between his fingers as the professor sat with one arm up around the boy's head as he stared down at his cute little steel nub. “It looks so tiny...” Byleth remarked with a pout.

“It's cute,” Sylvain said with a smirk. He cupped the man's ankles in his hand and raised them up high, causing his bouncing little coin purse nutsack and pretty pink butthole was pointed right at Dimitri, who was rubbing his tiny steel chastity bullet like he might get some phantom pleasure. “You'll watch, my dear Prince,” he said as he turned his teacher to the side and brandished his giant ginger cock by the base like a weapon and lodged it between those soft pillowy boy cheeks. “How a real man cums.”

“Heeeey,” Byleth whimpered as he was shown off like a prize. “He's gonna see my...!”

“Your little pussy?” Sylvain said, hooking his head under the man's arm and extending his tongue along that soft, smooth boy armpit. He tasted like sex. The smell of his student was strong on him. The boy smiled as he hooked the head of his cock into that smooth little boy hole, grabbing those ankles with both of his hands and extending his long, muscular legs along the floor. He had the professor in a full anal nelson, forced to look at himself in the mirror and see the twisted figure of an angel contorted by male sex and desire. His face and his pussy were closer than ever as a sloppy wet cumfart exploded out of his asshole and straight through the air into Dimitri's face.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” Byleth whimpered weakly as that huge hairy stud dick forced all of the old musky loads out of his asshole. Dimitri just sat there with his eyes closed flicking his nipples and feeling his cage throb. His feet were pinned behind his head by strong hands. Sylvain's giant muscular arms flexed and strained as he raised up his torso to support holding his teacher in the air. He was holding him up with the force of his giant uncut cock standing straight up and pounding up into his hole with power and aggression.

“Come on, teacher,” Sylvain sighed, huffing and puffing like he was lifting weights at the gym. “Let that inner bitch out.” WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! His big stinky white balls raised up and slapped the man in his taint as he went to town on that hole he already spent several hours hollowing out just before class. He was so open and ready, it was like no time passed at all. He slammed his big bushy boy boner up and into that shiny pink hole with reckless abandon, filling the room with the whimpers and sobs of his teacher who always oscillated between crying and moaning. “Who's your daddy?!”

“FUCK!” Byleth yelped as he was fucked like a wild animal. “YOU, Daddy! YOU!” Sylvain stood straight up and raised his fucktoy into the air perched on the head of his cock. He pushed interlocked fingers down on the base of his teacher's neck as he folded him in half and fucked him like a slut right over Dimitri's face. The blonde Prince was deprived of his ability to have or maintain an erection, instead stroking his ballsack with the tips of his fingers. That once-stoic disposition was now reduced to nothing more than pure anal gooner pleasure. “Don't stop fucking me, DADDY!” Byleth yelped, drool running from the corners of his mouth.

“Don't have to tell me twice,” Sylvain said with a smirk as he bashed his big greasy teenage nuts off of those fat bubble butt cheeks. His cock was annihilating that little hole, gaping it open and making it his fuckdump right in Dimitri's stupid blushing face. He stuck his tongue out as he tweaked his nipples and twitched his sweaty pink toes on the cuck chair. Sylvain's cock looked huge at this angle, a baseball bat digging between a pair of basketballs and coming out covered in frothy white cream.

“Oh shit!” Byleth yelped as he felt his tense little chastity nub start twitching and throbbing uncomfortably in his cage. He focused on the feeling of that giant hairy uncut cock burying itself balls deep into his asshole as he watched jets of yellow piss exploding out of his cock head like little jets of cum. Two, four, six. He must have been waiting to go, because he painted the crown Prince in his hot musky piss jets until it was soaked into the cushions of his seat.

“Good boy,” Sylvain said, sawing his cock in and out at an even pace. “Let Daddy hit your sweet spot.” He took his prize away from Dimitri and laid him down on his back on the end of the bed where the teen was able to fuck him standing up. He kept the professor's feet on his chiseled abs as he climbed up on top of the man and wore them around his hips. His big manly white boy feet went up on the edge of the bed as he pressed their balls together and showed off his pristine untouched top hole next to Byleth's ruined and cunted one. “Gonna mate you like a woman,” Sylvain said as his big cock appeared between his legs and snaked down along the crack of his teacher's asshole.

He brought his hand down around Byleth's head as he mating pressed him into the mattress, big muscular ass shaking and bouncing in the air as his creamy uncut cock slid back into that hole it just kept hollowing out. “Sylvain!” the man moaned. He was so overwhelmed. He was being treated like a little doll. “It's! So! Big!”

“Yeah, I know,” the teen murmured, pressing their lips together as he pressed his fat engorged cock straight down into him. Their tongues danced as their balls clapped off of each other in a dance of sex that was both violent and filled with desire. He wanted to speak, but their lips just pressed together as they rocked their lower bodies into one another in a breeding dance that was nothing short of foul.

Byleth was shaking from head to toe. Every stroke of that giant hairy uncut cock mashing down deep into his pussy was making him more and more dick addicted. He knew that Dimitri was staring at his asshole gaped around his studly student's thick sweaty penis, but he just couldn't bring himself to care anymore. His weak spot was getting hammered like a porn whore. He crossed his dainty little feet around the waist of his new star student, holding him like a monkey on a branch as he swung his lower body up into that giant musky battering ram cock. “Fuck me!” Byleth pleaded, unafraid to show off his body.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Sylvain grunted, palms planted on either side of his teacher's face as his pits and biceps dripped sweat all over that happy face. He was fucking him stupid, swinging his lower body like an industrial press as he used his wide muscular chest to pin the man down so he could give him a good breeding. His big slimy balls drew up tight before spraying the inside of that warm damp boy hole with an unmitigated amount of force and pressure. He arched his back, grabbing the bed posts and fucking himself through his own orgasm. He pressed his feet into the frame and squatted on those fat dought white butt cheeks as he fucked bullet after bullet of powerful teenage boy sperm into his teacher's hot sticky hole. “Take! THIS! DICK! BITCH!”

SNAP! The wood on the top of the bedposts snapped, causing him to collapse on top of the professor in a heap of muscles and sweat and strength. He placed his hands above his head and kept Byleth trapped in a prison of furry pec muscles as he slamfucked his giant cock into that hole so hard it was splashing out creamy white jizzfarts straight up into the air. His hole sounded like it was having an explosion of sweet cream as steaming hot teenage nut came rushing out of his teacher's ass. His hips moved with intent like he was trying to get the man pregnant. Force of habit. Carrying on the family name was what Sylvain's cock was made for.

He finished depositing his load in that pretty pink hole and slowly slid it out of that musky honeypot. He got down on his knees and looked over his shoulder at Dimitri, telling him to come closer and approach on his knees. The Prince found himself bowing his head by the side of the bed next to Sylvain as the muscular ginger teen curled his finger at him. “Come here,” Sylvain said. “I wanna eat his pussy, but first...”

Dimitri put his face right in front of that deep dark fag cunt loaded up with young hung teenage sperm. He reflexively shut his eyes as Sylvain gave a hard spanking to the professor big fat faggot butt and caused a volcano eruption of his smelly young stud spunk that painted the blonde boy's face eggshell white. Byleth yelped, but Sylvain just said fuck yeah and flicked his tongue around inside that ruined gaping pussy until his cheeks were covered in cum. He leaned back and gave those big doughy cheeks another rough spanking, causing the cuck to get his face even more ruined by the leftover drying spunk of one of his own knights.

“Get in that fucking pussy,” Byleth grunted, too debased to care about behaving as he yanked that ginger hair back between his cheeks and forced the teenage boy's mouth onto his hole. His tongue slithered up into that damp destroyed fatass butt as he rested his hands on his teacher's thighs. “Unnngggh,” Byleth moaned as he was devoured from the inside, focused on nothing more than sex with Sylvain. If Dimitri had to watch, well, then so be it. He ground his ass against that cocky young face until it was all coated in his own cum. He made grabby hands at the boy, letting him know he needed fucked some more.

“Oh! Good idea! A job for Dimitri!” Sylvain chimed in as he mounted the pretty young professor one more time. The blonde meandered closer anxiously as he thought he might finally get out of his cage. Only then did Sylvain pop his cock back into Byleth's slutty hole before twisting his upper body around and spreading his ass cheek. “I could always use a butt wipe.”

The Prince fell to his knees, compelled to crawl forward toward the only prize he was going to receive. It was the only consolation he was ever going to receive from his best friend. Sylvain flexed his muscles as he prepared his body for a long semester. He snuck out of the monastery on a nightly basis. The only thing that was going to keep this boy remotely within range of these hallowed stone walls was the thing that was currently holding him at that very moment. As long as he had Byleth in his arms, he saw no reason to stray.

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The malaise of summertime heat waves and early sunrises turned the schoolhouses of Garreg Mach into a sweltering sauna that left the students nursing their canteens for water in between tactics lectures and practical weapons technique revision. The desks were pushed up against the wall as Byleth and Sylvain stood in the center of a circle of the Blue Lions with their steel swords drawn against each other.

It was considered poor form to draw steel in the classroom, but Byleth was not an ordinary instructor. “Get him, Professor!” Dimitri said, clenching his fists with genuine fervor. Byleth was brandishing his sword like a rapier, poised to strike like a serpent in the garden. Sylvain was standing too proud, chest pointed up to the ceiling and chin up. He was being serious. He had to know how to face a smaller opponent as a man so endowed with masculinity and muscle.

“Your opponent is going to develop a plan from the second they see you,” Byleth said, with a small smile in the corner of his face. He never spoke so much until he started teaching. It was his special interest. Wartime strategy appealed to his sense of curiosity and intrigue. Sylvain was sizing him up, but his eyes were taking far too long exploring the length of his teacher's body. He had no idea how obvious he was being, but to everyone else he was simply being a good test dummy for his teacher.

CLANG!

Their blades crossed in the air. Hard. Was Sylvain fighting to kill him? This was just supposed to be a silly demonstration. Byleth took the parry in stride and started assaulting his student with relentless warring strikes across both of his flanks, forcing the boy to back up into the circles of students. Dedue and Felix jumped out of the way, shielding the girls with their bodies as Sylvain put his fist behind his back and started pivoting on the ball of his back foot. Dimitri bit his lip. That bastard was going to use royal swordplay on the teacher. He was a total jerk and did not deserve to have the teacher all to himself after class.

Byleth thrusted. Sylvain blocked it. He raised his knee. The sword went flipping out of his opponent's hand and across the floor. Byleth lost his footing trying to catch his weapon, landing on his back with the ginger teen hunk landing right on top of him with his hand reaching up to grab that second sword. The result was the Professor's face buried right inside the damp, dark sweat stain in his student's muscular, deep armpit. “S-Sylvain!” Byleth protested as his face flushed a deep red.

“Whoops,” Sylvain said. “Sorry, Teach!” He grinned as the man kicked him off. He stood up holding both of their swords in their hands as the shorter man stood with his fists out. He took a deep breath, remembering where he was. His students were watching. He needed to maintain his cool. He released his fists and prepared to do something he usually didn't have to.

Everyone was holding their breath to see what was going to happen next. Sylvain turned around, swinging a sword in each hand at the same time. He formed a wall of steel flying at Byleth, who went with the flow of the strike and lodged his fist into the base of the teenage boy's sternum. He literally knocked the wind right out of him. Sylvain dropped their swords, but Byleth wouldn't stop hitting him. His neck, his pancreas, his sternum. He unleashed a flurry of blows until he backed the boy all the way up against the wall and had him slumped and struggling to catch his breath.

“If you always presume you will win,” Byleth said, looking the boy right in the eyes. “You'll lose every time.” He didn't realize how close together their faces were until he had to stop himself from letting their noses touch. Sylvain's honey-brown eyes bounced back and forth between Byleth's pupils. Both of them were holding their breath. Dimitri was jumping out of his skin. The chemistry in the air between them was so palpable it was electricity. A bead of sweat ran down his temple. The classroom was hot as hell even with the windows open.

“Professor! I have news!”

Seteth's voice calling him from the doorway broke the spell and stopped them from having a real, actual kiss. The girls were beside themselves, conversations about who was the top and who was the bottom unfolding in hushes whispers in the corner of the room as the boys got to work dissecting the battle and all the ways Sylvain got his ass totally kicked by the Professor. He just laughed it off, shrugging some excuse about not expecting to meet a martial arts master in the wild. The faculty stepped out of the room and that was when Seteth dropped the bomb on him that Byleth was going to be taking his house on a mandatory vacation.

“Huh?” Sylvain said, arm above the Professor's head as he kept him pinned to the brick wall in the alley behind the classrooms. It was a quiet, out of the way area that students typically avoided because of the dense foliage creating quiet and serene pockets of intimacy.

“Yeah,” Byleth said, resting his palms on the center of the boy's chest and licking his lips as he looked up at him. “All three of the houses have to do it.” He placed a peck on Sylvain's lips, who had a hand around his teacher's fat bubble ass as they made out after class like a couple of teenage lovers. “It's mandatory time off,” he continued as his hands ran down to the boy's bulge and cupped it with intent. “You should go finish packing before the other students are all waiting on you.”

“I'm good,” Sylvain said, flexing a bicep and pushing his teacher in his pit. Byleth closed his eyes and opened his nostrils, rubbing his face back and forth in that deep musky man place that had become his new safe space. “Just bring some speedos and some money, right?”

Byleth sighed happily, rubbing his face back and forth in that huge sweaty straight boy pit. He wished so dearly that the shirt wasn't there so he could wrap his tongue around the teenager's thick, curly pit hairs. His huge biceps made his pits so deep and inviting. He never felt like such a faggot as when he was being kept deep in Sylvain's huge manly armpit. “Stiillll,” Byleth pleaded, but Sylvain was having none of it.

He picked up the shorter man and placed him with his back against the wall as their lips came together. He smelled his own natural male body odor on the face of his bottom, and it only made him more aroused. He felt a natural desire to dominate Byleth, and those male instincts were leaving his teacher excited and trembling. He dug his fingers into Sylvain's strong, meaty ass cheeks as they kissed passionately. He couldn't keep his hands off him. “I'm so fucking into you,” Sylvain said softly, placing little butterfly kisses on the man's upper lip as he stared into his eyes. “Can't we just peace out of here and get married?”

Byleth's fiddled his toes back and forth around the back of his student's waist. “You don't mean that,” Byleth said shyly. Teenage hormones were too powerful. He wasn't thinking clearly. Or was he? It was impossible to know. It was his duty as a teacher to guide his student toward a bright future. “You boys should go and pack your things,” he said as he climbed off the boy's lap and fixed his clothes.

“Then, you promise we'll play while we're on vacation?” Sylvain asked giddily. He really did just want to roll around in bed with his teacher. It was genuinely sweet seeing the ladykiller head-over-heels, for a boy no less. Exploring his sexuality brought out the best in him, and the worst in Dimitri who found himself envious of their connection. The students were dismissed to their dormitories to pack no more than one bag each for this weekend beach trip. There was no need to pack armor, though many students elected to throw their swords onto the carriage.

A caravan of red-maned steeds pulled the future of the military world on their backs in wooden carriages divided by house. The three primary faculty members were tasked with keeping the students under control as they spend the next two days at the coastline. A small trading village occupied the white, sandy freshwater beaches of the bay, where the monastery reserved an entire wing of the inn with girls on the first floor and boys on the second floor. Each of the teachers had their own room, however as his eyes raked over the list of assignments: Byleth failed to see his name written in cursive black ink letters anywhere.

“Well, shoot,” Sylvain said, carrying his suitcase over his shoulder as he took the list out of the Professor's hands. Each house formed a circle around their respective faculty member. Hanneman was seeing to the Black Eagles and Manuela was overseeing the Golden Deer. The students took up most of the space in the lobby of the hotel as they tried to figure out where their rooms were. The building was atop a hill with a beautiful view of the beach on one side and the lush dark wood forests behind the town. “It's three to a room. The girls are together.”

“Of course,” Annette said with a smile.

“Ashe, Dedue, and Felix,” Sylvain continued, eyes going up and down the paper as he read ahead with a smirk. “Sylvain and Dimitri.”

“What about the Professor?” Ashe asked curiously.

Sylvain shrugged.

“Faculty have their own private suites,” Byleth said, but he was only parroting what the other teachers told them. He took the list back and looked up and down at the diagram. He saw a name in every room. Every name except his own. “H-Hanneman?!” he called out, gaining the older man's attention from his students and pulling him aside by the Lions. “Do you know where my room is?”

The man nodded and sighed, addressing the list to answer a question that had an obvious answer. Such was the rush of youth. It was no matter, he just needed to look down and see that there was no third name next to his or Manuela's in the faculty rooms. “That's odd,” Hanneman said, as he took his glasses out of his pocket and held them over his eyes. “Ah, I see the issue here,” he went on. “The secretary forwarded the roster to the hotel directly. Your name wouldn't have been on it since you technically joined in the middle of the year.”

Byleth sighed, looking over the room assignment again. It was obvious what the answer was, but he didn't want to be the one to say it. It was too embarrassing. Too lewd. He didn't want to admit what the solution to this conflict was. “Well,” Dimitri piped up, clearing his throat. He was the Prince after all. It was no doubt not accidental that he received a favorable room assignment with only his best friend as a roommate. “Sylvain and I have an empty bed,” he offered. The irony was not lost on him that they were not going to have a single use for a third bed.

Byleth's dark shirt was pulled up over his head as Sylvain pressed his warm, muscular chest directly into his body. “Do you know how hard it was not kissing you all day?” the teen whimpered, pressing their lips together as Dimitri was locking their door. He only just sent the other faculty members out following a fifteen minute meeting where they expressed their sorrows for not having an appropriate room assignment for Byleth. He spent so much time playing the gentle prince, it gave Sylvain the opportunity to slide his hand down the back of Byleth's pants and start playing with his hole.

That was the longest quarter of an hour of his entire life. He pushed his pants down and removed his shirt, tightie-whitie boner leading the way as he walked over to his best friend and teacher's make-out session like a dog waiting for a bone. “They're gone,” Dimitri assured them. “Everyone's meeting at the beach in an hour.”

“Perfect, Sylvain said, undoing his belt and unleashing his huge sweaty ginger cock into the air right in his teacher's face. Byleth caught those giant nuts in his hand and directed the boy's baseball-bat monster dick straight into his open mouth, nursing and suckling on the boy's huge swollen male endowment. “I'm gonna fuck you before we go out there,” Sylvain threatened, pushing Byleth's head up against the wall on the end of his cock and feeding it down his throat.

GLLLUCK! Throat slime exploded around the base of his giant ginger cock and ran down his fat stinking nuts as he forced himself into the man's neck like he was plugging the tub after a wash. Only this dick wasn't washed. It was pungent and male, greasy and damp. He looked at Dimitri shedding his clothes and said “Come here,” pulling the Prince into his pit that was bushy and soaked with sweat from the long ride to the beach at high noon. He slid his big index finger into the boy's undies and pushed them down under his thick sweating blonde boner. “You've been a good little loser, so I'm going to make Byleth clean your smelly boner, too.”

“I-I do not!”

Sylvain stroked the boy's shiny greasy pink pole and then proceeded to sniff his fingers. “Phew,” he groaned before wiping that royal dick grease on Dimitri's upper lip. “You stink, buddy. Let my wifey give you a spit shine.”

Byleth murmured a protest, but Sylvain nailing him to the wall with a dick in his mouth. “What's that, teach?” Sylvain asked, one hand behind his head as the other pulled Dimitri's face into his pit. His lower body was having the most slow and passionate deep sex where he was grinding his thick spongy tip against the back of the Professor's throat. “My pubes smell good today?” He flexed his bicep as his giant nine-by-sixer gagged his teacher out sliding every last thick musky inch into the man's mouth until he was wearing his soft and fluffy fragrant orange pubes as a mustache. “That's funny. Cuz I never wash them!”

Byleth pouted and whined, but he couldn't deny the rich male pheromones entering his olfactory senses and getting him drunk on cock. Sylvain's natural body odor had a power and he knew it. He nursed and swallowed around that giant male boner with lust and desire as his hands slid up those powerful tree trunk thighs and started massaging the boy's thick, muscular ass. GGKKK! GUK! GLUCK! His face was turning red as he was literally being choked out on dick, but Sylvain didn't care.

He wanted to be so close that his pubes were stuffed down that wet grippy throat too. They snaked down his shaft, moistened by sweat and clung to the corners of Byleth's mouth and came off as strays. Just as he was beginning to feel oxygen deprived and his nose started running, Sylvain began the long and arduous process of unsheathing his massive hairy cock from that deep throat, slowly drawing it back until only his thick foreskin tip rested on the huffing man's tongue. “Hhhhnnn,” Byleth sighed, staring down at that giant musky ginger dick in his mouth as he suckled the throat slime off the hood. The light slowly returned to his eyes as he drank the pre-cum from that dick like it was holy water.

Dimitri's fate, pale uncut boner was now looming near his face. Its stench was intense. Masculinity. Sweat. Unwashed penis. His musk was more foul than Sylvain's, but the teen trained him well for this. Professor Byleth was already a stink slut now, hearts in his eyes as he stared at those wild blonde pubes and huge sagging pink balls. “Are you sure it's alright?” Byleth asked, taking Sylvain by the shaft and pumping him slowly.

The boy looked absolutely terrified, skinny pale body shining with sweat from the long trip under the hot sun. Sylvain put his arm around the boy's shoulder and pulled him so close their tips were touching in Byleth's face. “He's seventeen now,” Sylvain said. “Plenty old to lose his virginity.” The blonde prince wasn't saying no. He bit his lip anxiously like a twelve-year-old meeting the stripper his deadbeat dad bought for his birthday. Byleth stared up the fat musky barrel of his musky teenage cock, that phimotic foreskin tip wagging under his nose. It stank like piss and dried cum, the same as Sylvain. He tried to imagine the boys alone in Dimitri's room cranking their fat smelly uncut cocks to photos of naked woman. Then, he pictured himself as the gay faggot slut on his knees for the two rich, cocky straight boys and suddenly he needed no further consent to taste the Prince's royal rod.

He opened his mouth and allowed Dimitri's head to join in Byleth's mouth as the greedy little slut balanced of their covered foreskin tips on the center of his tongue. He reached up and cupped Dimitri's fat greasy pink nuts in his hand, holding the boys by their big sweaty noble ballsacks as he closed his mouth around those two thick musky uncut tips and suckled on them with lust in his eyes. They were so manly smelling. The thick aroma of pubescent manhood films his nose as he bobbed his head on both of those sticky tips at once. The teenage boys removed what little clothes they still wore, rippling young soldier muscle heating up the room to a fever pitch. Their biceps bulged as they flexed and turned to show off every angle.

“So?” Sylvain asked seductively. “Who's got the stinkier dick, teach? Be honest.” The boys moved in unison, like they prepared to do this to bitches before. They slowly pulled their bushy cocks out of the man's mouth as he maintained a firm grip on their big heavy gooner nuts. They slapped their shiny wet cocks on his face, causing Byleth to stick out his tongue and try to catch them. He giggled and laughed playfully, but these boys were serious. They picked up their fat sweaty boy boners and guided their foreskin overhangs straight into their professor's nostrils.

He tried to pull back, but Sylvain and Dimitri had their hands behind his head holding him still with two big greasy gooner cocks pressed into the openings of his nose. “Ah ah ah,” Sylvain chided him with a laugh, flexing his giant ginger cock as a bead of sweat traveled down the space between his orange pubes and ran down the entire length of his huge hung teen shaft. It entered Byleth's nose and instantly burned. The bottom felt his tongue lolling out of his mouth in pure overwhelmed dick lust. Dick. Dick smelled so good.

“You're not going anywhere,” Sylvain snickered. “You nasty boy.” Byleth held the boys' giant pink nutsacks in his palms as his nose was used like a toy by these dirty, stinky teenage gooner boys. He felt so mocked with their giant shlongs pointed sideways and lodged in his nostrils. They were slow-stroking their big thick cocks into his face, pubes stuck to their hands as they fed his face the scent of the noblemen of their lands. Stud dick. Dick that was going to change the world.

“Dimitri...” Byleth whimpered, causing the boy to flex his biceps in victory. His hair was held by the Prince as he slowly sank his lips down that lush, fragrant seventeen-year-old spoiled boy cock. Its taste was exquisitely male. Penis sweat and dried piss and sperm formed a layer of shine and fragrance that Byleth nursed from the shaft of his penis one bob of his head at a time. “Mmmhh,” he moaned on the teenager's dick, reaching up to run his fingers through those musky blonde pubes as he slowly ate up that young juicy male erection like it was the most delicious piece of meat in the world.

Dimitri threw his head back. “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuhhhhccckkkk,” he sighed. That tongue felt like velvet gliding all around his smelly unwashed bator cock. He was actually nursing on his cock with a primordial, deep hunger for manliness. His eyes looked so pathetic, staring up at his would-be King with humility as he drank the pre-cum from his divinely-appointed cock with the utmost servitude. “Baby,” the blonde boy muttered in utter adoration for his teacher. Sylvain had to be careful or he was in danger of losing his baddie to a younger guy. There was no way he was going to let that happen.

He walked up behind Dimitri and reached under his biceps, hands grazing those blonde armpit hairs as his middle fingers went for the boy's small baby pink areolas. “H-Hey!” Dimitri mewled, but his brutish protests turned to boyish moans as he experienced for the first time ever the sensation of having his cock sucked now layered with having his pecs massaged in a sexual manner by his best friend. They had never gone this far before. The walls were coming down. “O-Ohhh,” Dimitri sighed, relaxing into Sylvain's chest behind him as he presented his hips forward for his professor to get sloppy and slurpy on.

“'Atta boy, D,” Sylvain whispered in his friends ear, sending shivers down his spine as he worked the young virgin's smooth muscular tits over with his fingertips. “He's a great cocksucker, isn't he?” His voice was like warm honey pouring down the boy's ear. Dimitri bucked his hips back and forth slowly, easing himself into his teacher's warm, wet and inviting throat was becoming easier and easier. He was planting his pubes against the man's nose, burying eight thick, juicy inches all the way inside that drooling mouth hole.

 

The fantastic blowjob had his attention misplaced, allowing the redhead to cop a feel of those big round bubble cheeks. Dimitri had a beautiful pair of fat teenage jock ass cheeks, extra wide and round like basketballs. Fine blonde hairs covered his cheeks, leading to the deep dark crack where his pink slit butthole winked and pulsated. It twitched as Byleth twisted his head on the boy's cock. He was sucking the life out of that greasy young cock. Just as he was holding it in the deepest part of his throat, Sylvain slithered one of his long, thin fingers into his best friend's moist, warm butthole.

“Oh-OHHH!” the boy yelped, covering his own mouth to stop from alerting the whole entire floor to hat was happening. Sylvain was tickling his prostate like a fucking pro.

His knuckles gushed and splashed the sweat around inside the teen's tight little hole as his cock went hard as a steel beam. “Hurry up and bust, D,” he whispered to the younger male. “I want to fuck my bitch.” He was punishing him for being chosen, his stinky blonde royal cock raised up above the shaft of noble knight dick like Sylvain's huge hairy bone. He was never going to let the boy rise above him. Dimitri was going to know his place as a cuck.

“Ffffffffuuuhuuuuuck,” Dimitri whimpered as his hips had sex with that mouth like it wasn't even human. He grabbed Byleth by the back of his head and did what his penis wanted. He clapped his fat sweaty balls against that wet chin without care or gentleness. Fuck gentleness. Byleth looked pleased to be taken advantage of in this way. He really was Sylvain's bitch. The redhead seemed royally pleased as he kept his middle finger thrusting and twisting in that big fat boy butt while. Dimitri didn't want to be a two-pump chump, but this was the reality. He was no stallion like his best friend. “Mmmm'gunna cum!”

“Mmmm!” Byleth moaned as he tasted the hot salty pumps of nut juice firing down the back of his throat. Mmmm~,” the man sighed like he had secretly been craving semen all day. He drank the steaming warm cum from the Prince's ballsack with grateful gulps. “Mmmmmmm...” Byleth whimpered, tenderizing those big pink nuts with his fingertips. He kept sucking on the boy''s fat stinking hog until it had nothing left to give, giving it gentle butterfly kisses and nose-rubs. The boy's balls were drained.

“Hey, D?” Sylvain said, pulling his finger out of that fat pale bubble butt slow enough to make the teen arch his back. He sucked that finger dry, then placed it over his best friend's eyes when he grabbed him by the face. “It's my turn now. Get in the bed.”

That was how Dimitri found himself with his nose buried all the way into Sylvain's huge sweaty dumper cheeks while he railed into the Professor. The boy was such a stud and he was only nineteen, one big round bicep over his teacher's face keeping him pinned under the handsome young jock's swinging hips in nothing but his steel cock cage. Byleth was always locked now. It turned Sylvain on. Plus, he was straight. He preferred to see the Professor as a girl.

His other fist was closed around Dimitri's fine golden hair as he twisted his torso to be able to look down on the Prince as the boy's face was lodged deep in between those huge round cocky straight boy butt cheeks. They were so smooth. He had a little hair around his peachy pink hole but that was it. His cheeks were soft and milky, but they were huge. He definitely did not skip leg day. “How's the weather down there?” Sylvain asked with a cocky grin as he watched that big white nose slowly retract from his hole with a pop and squelch of pussy sweat.

“Your butt stinks,” Dimitri chirped, doing his best to control himself. Sylvain made him lick the sweat off his butthole as a tithe for taking a ride in Byleth's throat and getting it all nasty. With every thrust of his cock into the bottom, his fat ginger ass twerked and wobbled in Dimitri's face, who was doing his best to imagine this giant ass in his face belonged to a girl. It was tough to do though when Sylvain's ass smelled like man. Like sweat. Like musky straight boy ass.

“I get that a lot,” Sylvain said with a smile, digging his giant hairy ginger cock into that soft wet boy hole currently pinned under his muscular frame. The up-and-down motion of his ass caused him to wipe his ass sweat all over the Prince's blushing face as the teen tried not to let on how horny he was. “Now shut up and wipe.” Dimitri's tongue made long laps across that winking pink hole. Sylvain's rich, musky ass sweat pooled on his tongue as he was forced to listen to Byleth moaning like a succubus on his nest friend's cock.

Of course he would shoot his load early. He never had stamina compared to Sylvain. He let his mind go and focused now on just helping Byleth make that hung ginger teenage stallion shoot the load he had been sitting on all day. He spread those peachy straight boy cheeks and gave them long, deep licks. His hands bounced and and jiggled those giant athletic bubble butt cheeks as he did his best to make love to that twitching sweaty boy hole with his tongue. It felt so wrong being his best friend's ass wipe. He was the Prince. He was better than this. Then, Sylvain slowed his stroking to reach back and grab him by the head again. “Dude, you love my sweaty butt,” he said with a cocky grin like he was the one from fucking royalty.

Dimitri couldn't help burying his nose in that swampy pink hole as Sylvain bottomed out in warm wet silky boy ass. This was his change to make the teen bust a nut as he inhaled that rich sweaty ass musk. His nostrils twitched in between those enormous jock ass cheeks as he opened his mouth and welcomed Sylvain's big stinky balls right in between his precious, royal lips. He never thought he would suck balls, but having sex with Byleth made it easier for them to play with each other. Clearly.

Sylvain rode his nose, voice cracking as Dimitri chewed his nuts gruffly like only a straight boy could. The redhead was in hog heaven, keeping the Professor's pretty face couched firmly in how bushy muscle pit as he panted like a dog in heat. Dimitri was eating on his nuts like a starving man and bobbing his face up and down to fuck him on his nose. He reached up and gripped the headboard as a man inserted his nose into his fat musky man butt and lapped the grease off his ballsack. “S-slow down, D!” Sylvain cried out as he arched his back and planted his dong all the way to the pubes inside his teacher.

The sound of the cocky alpha stud's voice cracking gave Dimitri chills. This was true power/ He spit those giant greasy balls into the palm of his hand and began to stretch them downwards as his fingers closed around them. “Give up that nut, dude,” Dimitri said as he stared up into his best friend's eyes. He dragged his long wet tongue straight up along that long sack until it reached that pretty little virgin hole and began drilling that ginger top pussy nice and deep. SHLIPLIPLIPLIPLIP!

He was eating his best friend's big smelly ass cheeks like they were made of gold. Is head dove between those musky cheeks and bobbed up and down as he wiped Sylvain's damp little hole with his tongue. “OH! OH! OH! OH!” The ginger bucked his hips, but he was already buried to the hilt inside. Byleth was being destroyed by that huge uncut teenage boy cock clapping his bubble butt and making his tongue hang out of his had. He had one big hand around the Professor's eyes and the other holding his neck. Like an animal. Sylvain bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes rolled back in his head and he pounded his hips straight down into that hot greasy hole as his balls were scratched and his ass was devoured like Thanksgiving dinner.

Dimitri moaned as he felt his cock thickening up. His mind was making the connection. His best friend hat a fat ass. He was straight. His cock was hard. He wasn't attracted to men. Sylvain had a musky pussy. He was so turned on. If he touched his cock, he was going to nut again. He needed to focus. Wipe Sylvain's ass: the only three words in his head as his tongue polished that twitchy little pink pucker until he felt the balls in his hand tighten and twitch. He lapped his whole entire tongue in that little pink coin slot until he could feel the sperm starting to physically vacate those giant stallion balls and start traveling down the length of the boy's huge juicy uncut cock that was currently buried in his teacher's warm wet hole.

“FUCK!” Dimitri grunted, rolling his hips as he shot jet after jet of hot steamy cum into Byleth's big round ass cheeks. He was drained beyond belief, feeling the arms and legs beneath him writhing in pleasure as he unleashed all of the sperm in his balls. He was being licked so deep. It unlocked a new level of pleasure inside of him. He was hard as a fucking rock. The thought of using his voyeur best friend as an ass plug never occurred to him, but now... Now he was envisioning something else entirely with the boy. They were just teens. Boys were boys. He deposited his nut into Byleth's hole like he needed it, and then he slid his softening cock back out and stood up with Dimitri still licking his cheeks.

“Ya' big faggot,” Sylvain said with a smile, pushing the boy away and to the ground. Dimitri was so humiliated, laying there in his white tank top and black pants. He didn't know how he felt anymore when it came to Dimitri. They were playing with each other now, that much was clear. Exploring each other's bodies, just like when they were younger. In public, Sylvain bent the knee before his Lord. But when they were alone together behind closed doors, indulging in the whims of maleness, it was a different story altogether.

“You guys go on without me...” Byleth whimpered, laying in the wet patch of the bed on his side as he tried to regain control of his legs. Cum was running down the stainless steel of his chastity cage and his thighs from his ass as it was overflowing. He never thought sex with another man could leave him so fulfilled, but suddenly sleeping with Sylvain was becoming part of his routine. “I need to to wash up anyway,” Byleth said.

The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

It was just after high noon when Sylvain and Dimitri appeared in the narrow paved road leading from the inn through a small wooded area down to the beach. Cargo ships and passenger vessels bobbed from side to side on the horizon as the sun shone down in a cloudless sky. Seagulls cawed from overhead as the boys walked up on the sand in their black sunglasses with beach towels under their arms. Dimitri was wearing a royal Prussian blue speedo, a respectable bulge under bleach blonde pubic hair leading his way. He was more slender, but his swimmer's build was quite shredded.

Sylvain on the other hand was pure teenage muscle meat with a baby face. A tiny red speedo only just barely held his thick, hefty bulge back. He let his fire-engine red bush of pubes breathe as the summer sun beat down on them. Even when the breeze was coming in from the ocean, it was still sweltering under the summer rays. “I feel like I'm burning just walking out here,” Sylvain said, thick bicep twitching as he pushed his fingers through his strawberry-blonde hair.

“That's because you're so pale,” Dimitri said, hand on his hip as the scoured the beach with their eyes. The boys were finishing erecting their little temple of umbrellas and towels, working up a sweat under the hot summer sun with Hanneman as their chaperone. The girls' campsite was far enough down the coastline to look like a small blip, young women in bikinis enjoying the weather and each other's company. On any other day, the teens may have been more intrigued to see what was going on down there. Today, Sylvain and Dimitri already had ideas in their head about how this 'mandatory time off' was going to go.

They approached the boys' encampment under the palm trees and found it was a true mixed bag. Ferdinand and Caspar were making sure all of the towels sent from the monastery were laid out, one for each student. Raphael was already laid out with his ankles crossed, sunning his legendary muscle tits under the steaming rays with a reflector in his hands, sunglasses on his eyes, and sunscreen across his nose. Felix stood over Ashe fumbling with a massive beach umbrella as Dedue had to help the petite, gentle boy before the whole thing capsized.

Ashe fell on his butt, swim trunks buried in the sand as his smooth, pale chest heaved with a struggle to get some air. “I got it,” Dedue said, hoisting that massive white flag pole into the air before burying it in the sand like a javelin. He wiped his brow. “Done,” he said, only for Felix to come over in a frustrated stomp as he turned the contraption at the base of the umbrella that caused it to actually fan out. He shouldn't have to do these things himself, but he also found it kind of sad that Dedue probably never spent any time at the beach to know how to work a parasol like that.

“What's doing?” Sylvain said, picking up Ashe by the armpits from behind and setting the boy down in front of himself like he was just a cat or some kind of pet.

“We've been doing all the work!” Felix said, approaching the circle of Blue Lions boys wearing a uniquely feminine black speedo that almost looked like a bikini bottom. He hoped that nobody was going to mention how much 'supervising' he was actually doing.

“Sorry,” Dimitri said. “We had to make room for the Professor to stay with us.”

The boys seemed to clamor with intrigue. Little was known about Byleth other than him being Jeralt's son. He had a big legacy to live up to, but by this point he had already proved his ability to lead the class in wartime strategy. There was a certain mystique built up around the idea of their teacher, which contrasted the fact that he was still young and inexperienced. “We're going to make a spot for the Professor,” Sylvain said as he moved a couple of the umbrellas away from the main congregation of towels to create a small secluded space a little ways down the beach.

The boys were all split off into their pods, some mingling houses and others keeping to their own. Nobody seemed to bat an eye at Sylvain and Dimitri setting some unused parasols and beach towels aside for the teacher's own little home away from home. “He's gonna want to just chillax,” Sylvain said dismissively when Ashe asked if they needed any help. Dedue knew better than to hover when Dimitri was hanging out with Sylvain. It was one of his many ways he understood his young Lord's needs.

The boys were preparing a world of their own just a small ways down the beach near a cove where a natural inlet allowed the water to pool between the warm golden sands. In just a matter of minutes, the umbrellas were closed off to conceal three towels so close they were touching as Sylvain and Dimitri proceeded to start sunning their muscular, masculine physiques under the blue sky. The redhead was on his stomach with his hands folded under the side of his head. His hypertrophic bodybuilder physique shone with a sheen of sweat from the back of his thick neck, across the hills and crags of his wide shredded back, down the luscious curve of his torso to those two thick blushing boy cheeks sunning their freckles. His big manly feet faced the sky, stallion legs laid out and on display. He knew he was an Adonis among men. His body was his trophy, and he showed it off well.

Dimitri sat on his towel and rubbed a palmful of sunscreen across his small, round pecs. He was envious of Sylvain's giant tits. He just didn't have the same level of mass as his older friend. He was only seventeen, but the pressure to perform was on his shoulders. He flexed his thick pale bicep as he massaged the cream into his arms, convincing himself of his masculinity and power. His bulge looked juicy in his speedo. His thighs were shredded to the bone. He may have been smaller than Sylvain in terms of muscle mass, but he made it up with horsepower.

“Do me next,” Sylvain said, turning his face away from his friend. “And make sure you get all the hard to reach places~.”

Dimitri's eyebrow twitched. He was getting annoyed with being treated like a squire when the opposite was entirely true. It was one thing in the bedroom, but the ginger hunk was getting way too comfortable ordering him around. “Sure,” the Prince said graciously, masking his irritation as he realized that this was his opportunity to get a little bit of pay back. He stepped over the teenage stud and slowly sat himself down on Sylvain's lower back, offloading most of the weight to is knees so the boy didn't feel his thick cuck cock swelling with blood. Dimitri was so anxious. He steeled himself as his hands touched down on top of those meaty shoulders and began the intimate task of rubbing sunscreen on the boy's neck.

He felt a rush of power as his fingers nearly met around Sylvain's throat. The boy sighed as his shoulders were rubbed from the inside out with warm creamy sunblock lotion. Dimitri was being extremely thorough, taking a stop in those deep muscular ginger pits and giving them a gentle caress. “My pits, D?” Sylvain asked mockingly.

“Gotta protect you everywhere,” Dimitri responded, making his point by slithering his hands around those enormous straight boy pecs and giving them a feel. They were so heavy and full.

Sylvain just snickered and turned his face to the other side. “Big faggot,” he said with a smile, jiggling his giant smooth dumpy cheeks. His words only spurned the Prince on as he completed the arduous task of massaging cool sunscreen all over that great wide back. It looked like cum to him, thick dollops of sperm he was easing into the teenage boy's sweaty male muscles. That made his cock hard. It tented his royal blue speedo obscenely, pushing the fabric up and away from his golden pubes which appeared at the base of his cock. Even the sides of his giant pink nuts were visible as the itty bitty napkin of clothing was forced away from his body at the very sight. He wished he could get away with pranking Dimitri like that. Nutting all over him and saying it was sunscreen, then letting it stink into his skin.

Before he knew it, his boner was wedged between those huge muscular ginger jock cheeks. “Shit,” Dimitri whispered, clearing his throat. But it was too late. Sylvain felt that big thick shlong resting between his huge pink virgin cheeks. He adjusted his position back and forth as his liege graciously rubbed creamy white sunscreen down the small of his back and down into that enormous and smooth freckled bubble booty.

“Don't be lazy now,” Sylvain said with a sigh. “You wouldn't want me to burn.”

Oh, he didn't have to worry about that. Dimitri made himself at home behind that handsome noble boy piece of meat and eased his legs open. He did this by running his thumbs down the insides of Sylvain's thick thighs, causing them to part and make space for Dimitri to kneel. He had to remove his cock from the space between those warm swampy straight boy butt cheeks, but it was surely only temporary. He ran the sunscreen lotion down long those huge, juicy legs from a kneeling position, hands making it down to the teenager's big sweaty feet as he made sure to coat them from ankle to sole and between every toe.

It was kind of nice to be the one giving the pampering for a change instead of receiving it, though it was a sentiment only royalty of a certain level of humility could understand. Sylvain was his friend. They knew each other from the time they were small. He wanted him to feel good. He also wanted to take him down a peg just a tiny bit. He finished his work on those thick godly legs and ran the palms of his big, strong legs back up to the part of the fertile young man's body he purposely avoided.

Those giant beach ball butt globes were sitting pretty, devouring the string of that speedo in the depths of his moist, musky crack. Sylvain's balls were hanging out of the corner of his thong string lewdly, so Dimitri went ahead and freed them all the way in the palm of his hand. Perhaps it was presumptuous, but his friend didn't complain. Kind of hard to tell a guy 'hands off the nuts' when he was nursing the sweat off them an hour ago. He squirted a dollop of cooling cream on those big pink balls before stroking it down the length of his sack with both hands alternating strokes. “Oooh, shit,” Sylvain said, knees digging into the sand to let his big fat ass raise up into the air. “That's nice,” he commented, nuts dangling like a cow and being stroked down by confident male hands like an udder.

Dimitri offered no comment. His mind was already made up about what he was going to do. The boy was curling his feet under his thighs, folding himself up like a bottom to make his ass more accessible to his cuck friend who was already taking this to the next level. Nobody was around. Surely getting wiped at the beach counted as mandatory relaxation. Sylvain sighed, arching his back as he felt his best bro's warm, wet tongue licking up along his taint to that soft pink cherry pussy hole. It was the only place the teen didn't sunscreen.

He twirled his tongue across that soft boy gash, smiling as he dug his thumbs into the sides of that crack to pull it open. His sharp jaw slotted into the space between those doughy teenage ass melons as he began to munch on that fat musky boy hole. He smelled like sweat and sex. “Oh fuck yeah,” Sylvain moaned in pleasure as he allowed the damp film of wetness to be wiped from his hole by that strong pink tongue. His cheeks were being massaged gently but with strength, sunscreen smoothed into those plush pale peaks like frosting on a cake. He never imagined his ass might give him so much pleasure. It was supposed to be a way to dominate and subjugate. He stuffed Dimitri's face up his ass to humiliate him, not for pleasure. But now there was only one word for the feeling of the Prince's tongue lapping at his soft pink hole.

His hung, hairy nine inches was pointing straight down. Dimitri's hands slid down the boy's giant bouncing cakes, along the inside of his thighs and around the shaft of that giant cock. “H-holy shit, D,” Sylvain whimpered as his voice broke in the most delicious way. Dimitri pulled that speedo to the side and took that huge slab of meat into his hands. He couldn't believe Byleth took such a huge cock in his ass. He felt the sweat and penis grease on the surface of the shaft sticking to his hands as he corkscrewed them downward. The seal of his hands started against those big sweaty balls and twisted their way up and down at an unbelievable slow speed. Enough to goon, not nearly enough to cum.

“Jesus Christ, man,” Sylvain sighed, shaking his big sweaty straight boy butt on his best friend's tongue. Dimitri was turning into an attentive ass eater, wiping his greasy pink hole with long flat licks before switching to the tip of his tongue to tickled the lips of that musky teen hole. The Prince took one hand from shaft-stroking duty and started tickling Sylvain's balls as he spat on that twitching, opening hole. It was now or never. He had access.

He squirted sunscreen on the shaft of his young, hung blonde eight-inch cock, pulling his speedo to the side and letting it rest in his thick bush of golden pubes. He withdrew his face from between his best friend's fat swampy cheeks and his hand from that hairy uncut cock. “C'monnnn,” Sylvain begged cutely, wagging his hips back and forth in an effort to entice his ass wipe back into his hole. “Put it back in!” he urged. He knew not what he was asking for.

Dimitri inched his knees forward until they were comfortably in the backs of his friend's knees. They fit together like puzzle pieces as he laid the petal-pink head of his big uncut cock right on top of Sylvain's rosy gash. He turned the bottle of sunscreen upside down and drizzled it across the head of his huge hairy virgin cock and along the lips of that hole. “Yeah!” Sylvain urged, pushing his hips back as he finally got some attention on his musky top pussy once again. Then, he froze his big muscular body and cocked his head. “What was that?” he asked.

It was now or never. He gripped the top of those thick peachy ginger cheeks and said a silent prayer for his virginity. He wasn't just getting his first pussy. He was giving Sylvain his first dick. It was the perfect time. It was the perfect place. He took a deep breath before sliding his far uncut cock into his best friend's asshole without his consent. “OUGH?!” Sylvain yelped, covering his own mouth as his voice rang out across the beach. He didn't need someone coming over to find the most vicious womanizer at their school with an eight-inch dick up his ass.

Dimitri was so excited to finally get some ass, he didn't even consider taking time to open it up. His dick was covered in sticky white lotion. Sylvain's hole was sweaty and damp. He didn't know any better, so he slid his entire cock into that fat straight boy bubble butt until the teenage stud was sitting flat against his golden yellow pubes. “Awww yeah!” Dimitri grunted, flexing one bicep while his other hand held that fat ginger muscle ass for leverage. “Take it, bitch!” He slid his long, thick shaft out of that virgin straight boy pussy, causing it to fart and spittle creamy white sunscreen mixed with ass sweat in the form of sex slime down the seventeen-year-old boy's dong and into his wiry pubes. It exploded all over his fat pink balls as he slammed his soaking wet creamy dick back into that warm grippy wet hole.

He laid his chest down on Sylvain's back as he bounced his hips, grinding his tip around in the depths of that big fat freckled straight boy butt. “Feel that?” Dimitri asked into the boy's ear.

“Wh-What the fuck are you doin'?!” Sylvain whined, hands gripping the towel as he panted like a wild dog. That was a stupid question. His ass was getting fucked. Technically raped. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he was given no time to stretch or accommodate to its first ever dick. He was simply forced to give up his pussy to the teenage Prince he thought he had wrapped around his finger. “Feel what?!” Sylvain said.

Dimitri smiled, grinding himself balls deep in that pink hole. It gaped around his shaft. Those giant jock cheeks were parted to allow that veiny blonde dong to disappear inside him. “That's our balls touching,” Dimitri said, reaching down to hold the two pairs of sweaty straight boy nuts together to make his point. His cock was all the way inside that pussy. Enjoying it. Relishing it. “You know what that means?”

“AIIIYYY,” Sylvain yelped again, covering his mouth as another pained yelp came from their secluded beach side fuckden. He couldn't believe how full he felt with a dick inside him. It felt wrong, being put on his knees and taken by another male. It was primal. He pressed his palms into the towel. His back arch and muscles striated. His stance spread. He was being raped. Sex was being had with his body by another male. Sylvain seemed to activate in that moment, sliding his own ass down and up near the base of that thick uncut shlong buried between his cheeks. “What?! What?!”

Dimitri's voice was in his ear now. “Means you're a big faggot,” he said, hands sliding round to cup those sweet juicy muscle titties. He cupped them in a way only a straight boy could before he drew his hips back and started digging in that phat white ginger booty like a man possessed. The sound of sunscreen squelching out of that pussy making both of them horny. He was fucking him like a dog, withdrawing his bushy blonde bator boner barely halfway before lodging it back inside to the base. Their big sperm-loaded balls clapped together wetly as Dimitri fucked his best friend like it was the last thing he would ever do.

“Look at these big tits,” Dimitri spat, laughing as he pawed at those giant muscular pecs. He tweaked the teenager's slutty pink areolas as he fucked his ass with all of his might. “You're just a big bitch, aren't you?” Dimitri huffed in the boy's ear, tongue hanging out next to Sylvain's face as he mounted and plapped him like a dog. “Aren't you?!”

“I'm! Gonna! Kill! You!” Sylvain cried and groaned as the sounds of sex between males became louder and louder on the beach. Dimitri went from groping his chest to spanking his ass in a heartbeat, forcing the older boy to whinny and coo as he went through an entire journey's worth of emotions on his hands and knees. Dimitri's dick genuinely felt so good inside of his ass, and that was part of the problem. Every couple of thrusts, he would drop his big fat ginger bubble butt on the base of the boy's dick like it was New Year's Eve. He hated how cathartic it felt just getting fucked by a big dick. He gripped his own cock by the base, feeling just how bricked up it really was.

Then, he started stroking. His dick was hard as a rock. Dimitri's hung bushy eight inches moved like butter between his cheeks, stimulating his prostate and frothing up all of that sticky white sunscreen inside the teenage boy's little pink hole. He was churning pussy cream, hips slamming back against that big greasy cock like his masculine body was hungry for it. “Fuck,” Sylvain whimpered, cranking his big hairy cock from the base of his pubes to the tip of his shaft. He couldn't believe how good it was taking dick. His pussy was being so loud. It was only a matter of time before all of their moaning and pounding drew the attention of the other boys.

“Dimitri?” Ashe asked from the other side of the umbrella as he and Caspar walked up on them curiously. “Where's Sylvain? I thought you guys were waiting for the Professor?”

“Uhhhhh,” Dimitri fumbled, pushing the ginger's head down into the sand. He kept his hips in motion, feeding his cock in and out of those giant freckled cheeks as he searched the sky for an answer. “He's not here right now.” Then, that little pink hole started farting spurts of lotion all over the teenage boy's fat sweaty balls.

“Are you guys having sex?” Caspar asked, peering up over the umbrellas to where Sylvain was currently face-down ass-up in the sand. “Cool!” They waited for no permission to come around and find Sylvain getting fucked without warrant or dignity by his Prince's furry young hyperactive cock. It was unsightly. The two boys instantly dropped their swim trunks to their ankles and started masturbating, excited by the display going on before them.

Sylvain managed to flip himself over, but Dimitri wasn't giving up his chance to get payback just yet. He picked up the straight boy's big, sweaty feet and raised them up into the air as he pinned his creamy white pale blushing cock back into those fat wobbly cheeks. “Not so fast,” Dimitri said, folding the older boy up like a rug. Sylvain shut his eyes as his big bushy boner started wagging in his own face. He looked. It was only inches away. Dimitri was drilling him again. He couldn't move. Now they had an audience.

“Shit,” Sylvain cursed as his own cock kept bobbing in his face and hitting him in the lips. Dimitri was holding his ankles in the air, making it impossible for him to get off his cock. He was already getting fucked. Seeing his own dick coming at him like that made him just want to open his mouth and start sucking. He let his big, muscular body be folded up like a pretzel and began nursing on his own cock like a piece of hard candy. He sucked and slurped on the end of his big ginger dick, the taste of male penis pheromones and dried semen and piss spreading across his tongue. It didn't taste bad. It didn't taste good. It tasted male, and that was triggering him.

He bobbed his head on his own cock, eyes going half-lidded as Dimitri held his feet for dear might and started swinging his hips into that fat sweaty freckled bubble butt with anger and aggression. His big juicy nuts were clamoring against Sylvain's giant cheeks, taking his virginity in the most raw and real way possible. He was glad it was Dimitri in a way. If any man was going to take him, then this was the way to do it. He was only glad Byleth wasn't here to see him sucking the sticky mouthfuls of precum off the tip of his giant musky cock as his asshole was slow-stroked and fucked deep.

“Feels so fucking good,” Dimitri moaned, throwing his head back as his hips moved on a loop. “Feels so. Fucking. Good.” Sylvain was shaking his head no with his own cock in his mouth. Dimitri was nodding yes, deep-dicking that farting straight boy butt with his big sunscreen-covered sweaty dick. The boys pumped their rock hard young cocks as they watched, beginning to understand the value of a little mandated rest and relaxation time.

TSUP! TSUP! TSUP! TSUP! Sylvain was suckling on the head of his own cock like it was bringing him comfort. He held his cheeks open as he stared deep into Dimitri's big blue eyes. The Prince realized his balls were going to give up their load if he kept going at this rate so he slowly withdrew his cock from that burbling, bubbly hole and wiped it off with his hand as best he could. Sylvain unfolded in an instant and landed with his butt against the towel. Before he could react, Dimitri's huge juicy pale ass cheeks were coming in for a landing right on his face. Led by his huge, hairy eight-inch cock, the Prince settles his penis down alongside the face of his most loyal and obedient night. “Hey, Sylvain,” Dimitri said.

“Yeah?” Sylvain replied.

“What's my dick smell like?” the blonde boy asked, raising his hips up and wiping up tip back and forth across his best friend's big nostrils and letting him intake the stench coming off the head of his cock. The redhead couldn't escape it. His own musky butt fumes billowed into his nostrils as Dimitri stared down at him.

Sylvain smirked, turning his head to the side and burying his nose in his best friend's thick musky blonde pubes. He opened his mouth and took the royal young teen's balls into his lapping tongue as he inhaled the stench of his own fat sweaty dumper on that thick unwashed boy cock. He dragged his tongue along the shaft slowly, sending chills down Dimitri's spine as his ex-virgin gooner dong was licked up on by his buddy. “It smells like my fucking ass, dude,” Sylvain said with a smile before laying back and letting Dimitri sink that thick smelly sweaty cock down the back of his straight boy throat.

“Ohhhhhhhhyyyyeahhhh,” Dimitri whimpered, rolling his hips into that mouth as the hunky jock boy polished his own ass off the length of that big shiny uncut cock. He laid down on top of the older teen just as Raphael and Dedue were walking up along the shore of the beach. They already had an audience. Two more guys checking out the action and cranking their cocks wasn't the end of the world. He shuddered as Sylvain's big hands cupped big blonde pussy cheeks and started teasing them open. It was only a matter of time before the stud got his revenge, Dimitri thought as he cupped the base of that giant ginger cock and slowly eased the foreskin back.

The two boys quickly entered the small enclave of male masturbation and fornication, watching in awe as the Prince subdued his knight and laid his big greasy balls down on that handsome freckled face as he stroked his cock in and out of that wet slurping mouth. Sylvain swallowed him to the balls, choking and sputtering as he gagged a bit on that big dick but otherwise was fine. Even when Dimitri was in charge, Sylvain managed to be as cocky as ever. He took extra care to stab the back of that pompous throat with his cock to never forget the day he topped his best friend.

Then, Sylvain closed his ankles around the back of that pretty blonde head and suddenly his illusion of domination fell apart, “Mmmmhm~!” Sylvain hummed with a mouthful of cock as he managed to hook all nine inches into Dimitri's deep throat and make the kid's deep throat slime explode from his nose and mouth and coat that big ginger sack as it mashed against his nose. Dimitri began to struggle immediately, planting his toes in the sand to try and lift himself off of that venus fly trap made of muscles and dick. This just allowed Sylvain to free his mouth. Now that he had the leverage, he brought his fists down on top of the teenage boy's head to make sure that his big stinky uncut cock didn't make it one whole inch out of his best buddy's throat. “You guys want to see what happens when have a nine-inch dick?” he asked the circle of boys jacking off.

The teenage boys drew closer until they formed a wall of dicks big and small, hairy and smooth. Males stroking and gooning trapped Dimitri with his legs kicking around in the sand as his most honest knight had a fist full of his golden hair and nine inches of uncut, unwashed womanizer dong buried to the hilt inside his throat. He withdrew his creamy white penis out of the boy's throat one stinky sweaty inch at a time. His shaft was covered in stray orange pubes, though many of them were swallowed. His prominent pink tip appeared between those soft rich boy lips just long enough for Dimitri to plead, “Sylvain, WAIT,” before his mouth was depressed all the way back down on that musky pink stinky straight boy dick.

The kid fought like hell, hands balled up into little fists and beating uselessly on Sylvain's puffy pecs and meaty thighs. The hits barely even registered as his lips passed the thickest part of that dick and slid straight on down. His nose was mashed into those thick, soft pink nuts. Sweat splashed into his nostrils as every last one of those huge musky inches drove past his lungs. There was no air that wasn't tainted by Sylvain's balls. His chin rested in a bed of greasy orange pubic hair. The dicks all around his face closed in, fapping so close to his eyes he could see into their piss slits.

“You can shut bitches up like this,” Sylvain continued, voice dropping to the kind of husky drawl that came out when he had a woman drunk and in his bed. Delighting in his kill, you could say. He never felt so manly and in control. He raised his hips up so everyone could see the look on Dimitri's face as the depths of his throat were plundered and used in a way only a straight boy could. T was only fair. Dimitri raped him first. Even Dedue didn't try to help him, only stroked his musky brown eleven inches with his tip dripping precum in the Prince's hair.

This was how the boys played. They were always slapping each other's ass, pulling pranks and swinging their cock around. It was just boys being boys. Dimitri's eyes rolled back as the inside of his throat was turned into a pussy with deep pulverizing strokes. GLACK! GLLACK! GLLLACK! His nose and throat exploded with goopy white throat mucus and pre-cum combined. His face became a mess of dick snot and heavy breathing as his eyes became red and bloodshot. He choked up another explosion of phlegm as Sylvain just slow stroked his throat on the base of his huge sweaty uncut dick. GLLLSPRRSHHH! Another throat explosion, but Sylvain didn't let the Prince breathe.

“Normally I do this to chicks after a few drinks,” Sylvain said with a smile, easing the teen down by his hair as he noticed significantly less resistance than before. His muscles relaxed as he took a chance and got goony, pulling his best friend's choking, gagging, suffering throat up eight inches off his cock and showing the audience of fapping teenage boys his entire glorious uncut ginger monster cock standing straight up and hard as a rock. It was incredible. A statue of male worship. Huge pink fertile sperm tanks hanging below a forest of orange shiny hairs centered on a steeple they were bound to with throat slime and cock filth. Nine thick inches dripped sweat down veins circling a pole so great and tall it drew even more of the boys to their haven.

It was a secret no longer. All of the boys were here, and they were so transfixed and horny in a tight huddle around the magnificent skullfuck that they didn't even notice Byleth approaching in the tiny black swimming culottes he brought to cover his chastity bulge. The sight of the students masturbating openly left him stunned, but when he saw who was at the center it all made sense.

Dimitri's pink lips were pursed on the end of that steaming musky ginger pole with hollow cheeks and hazy, unfocused eyes. His nostrils were glazed with nutsack grease and stray pubic hairs. His hand was cupped protectively around those giant hairy teenage balls, squeezing on them like he was trying to force the milk out as he fucked his own face up and down the length of that big stinky gooner rod.

The fuel burning his fire? Sylvain's face was buried between his furred blonde bubble butt cheeks. He lapped at the Prince's sweaty pink hole, gnawing on the fragrant musky hairs over his pussy before drilling the walls of that boy hole with his tongue. His hands were wrapped around the top of that ass. He wasn't going anywhere. Sylvain was a professional pussy eater. His tongue undulated in waves in that pussy. Dimitri had never had his ass licked before. The result was the teeth of a key slotting into the depths of a lock. The boy didn't even remember how all this started. He was gooning from his pussy.

The boys all around him, his male classmates, took turns shooting their sperm loads all over the shaft of Sylvain's cock and across Dimitri's face. They christened him in the fruits of his labor, proof that the sight before them was nothing short of incredible. He took hot gooey cum ropes on his face before extending his hollow cheeks down that jizz-stained ginger dick like an ant-eater slurping up the most delicious lollipop of all time. The only way he cleaned cum off Sylvain's balls was by taking all nine inches into the back of his throat and stretching his tongue as far as it would go across that sack.

Byleth walked over. The circle parted for him in awe as he dropped his shorts and sank to his knees between Sylvain's thighs. He stuck out his tongue and wedged it between the ginger stud's fat sweaty butt cheeks where it imbibed of his musky ass sweat. He dragged it straight up along the gooey sperm slop running along his taint and pulled a cum glob off of one of those orange pubes with his lips. He stared Dimitri in the eyes as he slotted his face next to those stinky balls and dug his tongue deep into his favorite student's straight pink butthole.

“Touch noses,” Sylvain said from between his best friend's huge doughy ass globes. Byleth held the back of Dimitri's head gently, making sure he stayed at the base of that cock as he sank his face even deeper into Sylvain's body, drowning in his scent. Their noses brushed up against each other as the ginger hunk moaned in pleasure. His ass tasted like dick. Byleth rued missing out on the fun, but there was plenty of time to make it up. They were here all weekend, after all. And now the boys were all in on it.

Byleth gently eased his student's face up off that addictive massive cock and gave it a suck foe himself. It didn't taste like ass. Yet. He stroked those big ginger swamp nuts, sending shivers down Sylvain's spine as his teacher's familiar mouth welcomed his throat. They were bobbing back and forth. First Dimitri would sink his lips down that greasy white shaft before his tongue swirled and slurped its way back up. Then Byleth would inhale it and devour it halfway before forming a vacuum with suction and pulling his mouth right back up to the top. His mouth was loving and familiar. A true faggot mouth. Dimitri was in a dick-haze, but it was because his nuts were full.

Speaking of those nuts, Sylvain tickled them in the palm of his hand as he licked and slurped on those musky male pussy lips. “Lemme fuck, D,” Sylvain didn't ask. He demanded. He helped his friend crawl down off of his face and laid his giant pale bubble booty cheeks below the length of his monster cock as an offering, tiny tight virgin asshole now a rest for that enormous bushy teenage cock to lay upon. He whistled, letting every single male at their school have a turn shooting jizz at the place where his thick uncut tip was kissing Dimitri's pussy lips. It pooled to the point of running over, trailing down his ass crack and landing in Sylvain's giant forest of pubes. Some boys spat, others pissed. Dimitri's virgin pink pussy hole became a disrespect dump for all of the boys in his class to consecrate and desecrate at their leisure.

Byleth kept the Prince locked in a haze of pleasure, holding the boy by the cheeks and locking tongues with him. Dimitri didn't seem to know the boys were cumming and pissing on his butthole like a bullseye, and he thought it best to keep it that way. “Let Daddy in,” Byleth whispered to the teen, placing butterfly kisses on his cheeks as Sylvain's fat pink cock head wedged that tiny sweaty boy hole open enough for that mire of male offerings to flood inside.

“Holy shit,” Sylvain gasped, one hand behind his head and the other on Dimitri's lower back as he opened up that virgin straight boy pussy with his cock. Semen and urine flowed, lubed by saliva and the grease on Sylvain's huge hairy uncut cock. He sank his big sweaty dick halfway in, causing the teen to arch his back and cry out in pain and pleasure. That was his prostate, and Sylvain was going to stay on top of it for the next several hours. “I got you now,” he said with a cocky smirk, finally spearing the cuck on his cock like he should have done ages ago.

“Oh, Gods!” Dimitri cried out, back arching as Sylvain wrapped his hand around his neck and pulled him up, The teenage stud used his other hand to spank that fat blonde bubble ass left and right. Backhand and open palm. Dimitri yelped out in pain as the first half of that greasy straight boy cock opened up his virgin pussy. Tears streamed down his face as his cock stood hard as a rock. He couldn't believe how good it felt as his neck was pulled back, shoulders raising as he knelt and took that big dick doggy style like a whore.

PFFFFBBBTTT! Steaming hot boy sperm ad musky pale piss exploded from his asshole as Sylvain fed that tight little pussy his cock one thick delicious inch at a time. He wrapped his second hand around his best friend's throat, biceps flexing as every inch of his bulked up bodybuilder physique striated with power. His pecs popped as he dug deep in those teenage boy guts. His abs twitched as his firey red bush kept bobbing just inches away from that pretty pink hole. Fucking D was so different from fucking Byleth. It was primal and male. It didn't feel gay. It felt like just being a boy, and Gods if he didn't love being a boy.

Sloppy yellow jizz ropes exploded out of Dimitri's asshole and into his best friend's hairy bush. It gummed up the older teenager's pubes and ran down his sweaty nuts as he fed more and more of his big dick into that twitching hole. His grip on the boy's neck tightened. His muscular jock ass twitched and bounced as he fucked. He didn't want to go slow anymore. He wanted to fuck. He was going to fuck Dimitri like an animal.

Byleth appeared behind him, taking hold of Dimitri's hips and pulled the boy down to the base of Sylvain's cock. The Prince cried in pain, but his teacher either didn't hear or didn't care. Those giant pale cheeks started fucking back within minutes away, fucking himself along the bottom half of Sylvain's huge sweaty uncut cock as his open mouth silently screamed. “Aw, fuck!” Dimitri cried in a high pitch, voice cracking as he eased his pussy into those greasy orange pubes. Byleth buried his face in Sylvain's deep, damp armpit as he delivered dick to his victim,

“Come here, baby,” Sylvain said, letting go of Dimitri's neck with one hand to raise his fist by his ear and flex his pit. Byleth took long, deep lick's of the teenage muscle stud's bushy armpit as he dicked down his best friend surrounded by a group of masturbating students from their class. His bush became the seat Dimitri rested his hole against, pink nuts pressing together. He didn't need his words repeated back to him. He knew what he was.

That was the difference between him and Sylvain. Being fucked by another man made him realize his bisexuality. It was a new dimension of pleasure he could not ignore. For Sylvain, sex with Dimitri in this way was asserting his dominance and establishing his superiority. It wasn't about sex with other men. It was about establishing strength over other men. And who else should he subjugate to his strength if not his loyal cuck.

He pulled Dimitri's face all the way back so that the blonde could join Byleth in the teenage muscle god's deep ginger pit. Their tongues touched in his pit hairs as Sylvain wrapped his other hand around the boy's waist to hold him close and grabbed the base of that big blonde boy cock and hold it tight. “And you are not going to cum until we get back to Garreg Mach. Is that understood?” Sylvain said in a domineering tone.

Dimitri gulped. He was given no time to digest the idea when his best friend started cumming deep inside of his ass. He felt it in his stomach where Sylvain was cumming, blushing as he imagined the older boy getting him pregnant right here on the beach. He touched tongues with Byleth as Sylvain pumped his cumming cock into that sloppy farting ruined straight boy butthole as it gave up its cherry to a stronger man. He could feel Sylvain's balls drawing up and pumping their semen up through his cock. It made him feel incredibly subby. He sat still on the ginger stud's huge greasy cumming cock so as to not stimulate his own, and then he let it be dawn out of him with a noisy wet pop.

This was going to be one long summer break.

That evening, Ashe came to the boys' room to ask the Professor a question. They stood talking in the doorway in their boxers as strange and unusual sounds came from inside the bedroom. Pained whimpers of Dimitri's... There was no telling what was being done to them in there. He looked over Byleth's shoulder, curious, but it was not his time. He said goodnight, and soon the man was closing his bedroom door and returning to the task at hand. And what a task it was.

Dimitri was sitting on his bed. His middle fingers and big toes were tied together with a rope that offered zero slack. He was completely naked save for a black blindfold across his eyes. His hands were bound behind his back. His hips were raised up into the air. His thick, uncut blonde eight inches stood straight up with the tip trapped between Sylvain's lips puckered so tight his cheeks sank in lewdly. “For the love of god,” Dimitri cried out, pushing his hips up in a desperate reach for more mouth on his cock. “Just let me cum! Please!”

Sylvain giggled, laying there in his boxers with his feet raised in the air behind him like he was playing a sleepover game as a kid again. “Nope,” he said, giving the tip of that musky uncut dick a few more slow circles of his tongue before popping off it completely. “I was going to use this on Byleth, but you were seriously out of line today,” Sylvain continued, tapping the stainless steel cock ring currently around the base of his shaft only. It was a thing of beauty. Magic. Kept the wearer from shedding a single drop of sperm. Precum flowed pathetically, making the tip glisten with need.

This was how a straight boy used gay sex. To torture and punish his subordinate. He was a womanizer through and through, a fiend of the worst kind. Byleth came and took his place on the opposite side of his Prince as Sylvain ran the tip of his finger around those swollen puffy blonde balls. Dimitri's whole body twitched and bucked as he was treated like a spectacle. “He's backed up like crazy after I fucked him til sundown,” Sylvain aid. “Got this on him before he blew.”

“Wow,” Byleth said, leaning in with an outstretched tongue and took up the task of tracing those big stinky pink nuts with the tip of his tongue. He lapped at those royal family jewels slow, causing the teen to tense and whine as he was punished for his rambunctious ways. “I agree. This cock needs discipline,” he said as he tickled his tongue across the top of that stinky sack.

“P-Professor?!” Dimitri whined, bucking his hips like a desperate little boy up into the face of his best friend.

Sylvain put his palm in the center of those golden pubes, pressing him down into the bed as he drew near to the tip of that young hung eight inches. The smell of cock musk hit him. “Relax, D,” Sylvain whispered to his big sweaty erection, closing his mouth around the tip and letting his tongue swirl the flesh in the most lustful manner, hollowing his cheeks on the end of that pole. He was sucking and nursing. Slurping and drooling. It was only natural the boy's overstimulated and sensitive cuck cock started pissing straight into the back of his best friend's throat.

The ginger teen's eyebrows went up, eyes widening slightly as the sounds of soft drinking filled their room. GLUK. GLUK. GLUK. GLUK. He took the teenage gooner's big blonde nuts from the Professor, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles as he applied downward pressure on them. Dimitri's tongue lolled out of his mouth, panting and moaning as he had his piss sucked for the first time ever.

Sylvain looked up at him with fierce determination as he drank the piss from that stinky seventeen-year-old cuck cock. This cock was his property now. He was in charge of it. This was the only form of release their pet was going to be granted over the course of the entire weekend. His suckled and slurped, losing droplets of piss from the corners of his mouth that ran down Dimitri's shaft. The redhead corkscrewed his head downward slowly, tongue coming out to mop up the Prince's piss like the good subordinate he was. It made him feel submissive to the boy even though he was in control.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk me,” Dimitri whimpered, piss running down his shaft and into his pubes as his best friend watched him make blindfolded goon faces. The pressure in his balls was no less, but having suction applied to his cock when he was pissing took him to a whole other level. Sylvain didn't care if he had piss breath. That cock was pissing. He was sucking. To drink what came from it seemed natural. He drank until that stream ran off and ended.

When it seemed his cock was spent with no more to give, he applied pressure to the center of those big swollen boy balls. With no way to be expelled, the sperm caused his nuts to swell painfully as he yelped, “AIEEEE!” That got his mouth covered by Sylvain's hand, as the boy made wide doe eyes up at him as he polished the piss off the tip of his cock.

“My bad,” Sylvain said with a smirk. Byleth came in for a kiss, and soon was tasting the flavor of Dimitri's piss off his ginger hunk's delicious tongue. It was stripped of its ammonia stench and only the musk remained, causing their teacher to moan and whimper as he then took his turn suckling on Dimitri's tip. They took turns passing that rock hard and totally denied bushy royal cock until night turned into morning. There was only one word the Prince could cry as he was punished for his wickedness.

“MERCY!”