It was kind of weird, Lincoln thought.
One hour, he was having sex with his gym teacher, the next, he's back home with his family like nothing ever happened.
When he sat at dinner that night with his sisters and parents, none of them had a clue of what he had been up to earlier. They talked about their days as normal and discussed what they had planned for the weekend.
Lincoln was the master at keeping his emotions in check. When he was angry at one of his sisters for ruining his day, he could easily brush it off and continue with his life. Whenever he was sad or lonely, he was able to hide it with ease, since he didn't want to make his family feel sympathetic for him.
This was no different. He had to hide his excitement when coming home. If he hadn't his sisters would be suspicious, though most likely they wouldn't even begin to get near the truth if they did. He just wanted to tell the world about his time back in the locker room, to explode and come out with it to anyone, no matter how much he knew he couldn't do just that.
At this specific dinner, Lucy and Lynn sat beside him. He knew the last thing that would ever come up in their minds was how he just had his coach's mouth on all of his genitals, and how he returned the favor. The thought alone made him get excited a bit physically.
It was difficult but he forced himself to push those thoughts away and decided instead to wait if anyone wanted to start up a conversation with him instead of the other way around. No one did, so he finished his plate and the day went on as normal.
Three days later, Lincoln still hadn't made contact with Pacowski.
Only because it was the weekend and there was no school. The two forgot to exchange contact information, but he knew they shouldn't anyway, who knows who's watching.
It was Monday again. Any usual kid who attended school would be bitter that the weekend had ended and school started up again, but not Lincoln. After that Friday he was no longer "any usual kid."
Not that his weekend was bad or anything, far from it. He had a blast hanging out with the gang and his sisters. With Clyde and his other friends, they went over to the arcade for an entire day. They ordered food, played the arcade machines, and had a great time overall. With his sisters, he went to the mall. He didn't do much, and he was lying if he said he wouldn't rather do anything else, but he still had a good time hanging out with his sisters. He was both glad and disappointed he didn't see Coach Pacowski at the mall too. Other than that, he relaxed and read some comic books, played some of his own games, and did a little bit of research on his laptop, research that wasn't school-related.
School went on as normal that Monday, as every other school day did. First, he had math class, then science, both of which were torture to his mind. Then he had English and geography, which were a little fun he had to admit. His last two classes were music and gym.
Music was his last class for the day, but in English class, he felt the butterflies in his stomach more and more as his second last class gym was approaching.
The bell rang, and Lincoln made his way to the locker rooms to get changed before the class began.
It didn't cross his mind before arriving at the locker room, but now standing at the doorway, his daydreams drifted back to Friday afternoon, and now days later, he and his classmates were going to change right where they had their fun. It was funny to him.
He walked inside and went to an empty spot. Bringing out his gym uniform, he eyed around the room. Now that he thought about it, it sounded creepy doing that, but he wasn't gay… only bisexual from what he read on the internet. And there wasn't a single boy in his class he had a crush on, or thought looked sexy enough to ogle at while changing clothes. In fact, he didn't think there was a single boy in school that he had eyes on, period.
He was more of a personality and connections type of guy. Well, they couldn't be straight up ugly, and they could look gorgeous for all he cared, but if the person was total garbage, he wouldn't be invested at all. It's why as soon as he realized Ronnie Anne wasn't the absolute worst to hang out with, he gave it a chance.
For Pacowski, he didn't have a crush on the adult. It wasn't that he wasn't nice or anything, or too ugly to bear. Lincoln just wanted to fool around with him once he figured out his secret. He was just being a little too curious. Was he falling for him? He didn't quite know, but for now, if they were still going to see each other, it was just going to be as friends. Friends with benefits are what it was called if he remembered correctly.
Chandler was currently sitting on the bench right where Pacowski was sitting when he first started touching him.
Lincoln smiled to himself.
"If only he knew."
No one was in the showers, and Lincoln could believe that not a single person in the history of Royal Woods Elementary used them for gym class. The anxiety was too much for most boys. After class? Maybe. Not counting him and other teachers who got it on in there. He assumed that it was rare for a student to have sex with an adult or even just another classmate in the public showers, because of how old students were over here. Most of them weren't sexually active, or simply not horny enough. Most kids his age were still at the notion of cooties and other ridiculous beliefs, the last thing on their minds would be sex. He was a rare case indeed. It made him chuckle from the idea of him being the only student to do something so extreme, but he knew there was at least one other kid. Maybe even non-consensual at that. If so, he felt bad for them. He wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy.
Rape.
He wasn't oblivious to it. He knew it happened and there wasn't a lot he could do about it. Still, he was glad that he and Pacowski both consented, even if legally it was still considered non-consensual.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he got ready quickly so he wasn't the last one out. The gym class went on as normal. When Pacowski appeared to call out attendance, he and Lincoln just acted natural. No quick smiles, not even a wave. Pacowski started the class regularly with some stretches, and Lincoln could swear he was staring at him from behind when doing so, but couldn't prove it. He made the students do laps around the gym and then started a dodgeball game, which made half the kids groan and others cheer.
Like every dodgeball game, he and his friends had their formation to defend against the other team. Most notably Girl Jordan, looking a bit angrier today than usual.
He took her wrath, and it only took half a minute for Lincoln to get knocked out.
Now sitting on the sidelines and watching his team face the unrelenting fury of Girl Jordan, he saw his gym teacher in his peripheral vision, calling out to various students to get their heads in the game, complimenting some on their throws, and encouraging others.
He noticed that slowly, Pacowski made his way to him. Trying to look natural.
"I saw that, Chandler! You're out!" He yelled, much to Chandler's frustration.
Pacowski didn't turn to Lincoln, keeping his eyes on the game. "You doing alright?" He asked quickly, before yelling at another student that they were out.
"I'm fine. What about you?" He responded, looking the opposite way in the gym towards the enemy team.
"Not bad myself."
The two watched the game for a bit in silence, only interrupted by Pacowski's calls.
"After school…"
Lincoln finally looked up at his coach.
"Look for the red four-door car. You shouldn't miss it."
"You want to meet up?" He asked, raising a brow and looking away again, specifically for anyone staring at them.
"To talk. We need to." He informed firmly.
"...Alright, I'll be there."
"Great."
Lincoln didn't talk one-to-one with Pacowski since then, and after a couple of dodgeball games were over, the class played indoor soccer until the bell rang.
School had shortly ended, and Lincoln was now in the teacher's parking lot, surveying the cars. He spotted a red vehicle, but it turned out to be a minivan instead of a car. After a few more seconds of scanning the area, he spotted it at the end of the lot near some bushes.
He didn't know when Pacowski was going to arrive, and he couldn't be suspicious just standing near his car, so Lincoln took the long way around the parking lot, keeping his walk to a slow pace.
He didn't have to wait too long however when he was only halfway to the car he spotted the coach exiting the school. The two met eyes quickly, and he picked up his speed.
He got to the car first and heard Pacowski unlock the doors with his key fob, letting him sit inside.
He waited a few moments, before the driver's door opened and his gym teacher took his seat, shaking the car a bit. He closed his door and started the engine.
"Hey." Lincoln greeted.
"Hey." Pacowski replied with a smile.
"So…" Lincoln started. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Let's not talk here, let's talk at my house," Pacowski told. "I-if that's alright with you." He quickly added.
Lincoln nodded. "That's fine, I trust you."
Pacowski drove out of the parking lot, but before he did he told Lincoln to keep his head low. He didn't want anyone to recognize him driving with the ten-year-old. The prominent white hair didn't make it any better.
The ride to his home was only ten minutes, but also quiet, the only sounds were the car itself with its engine and blinkers. Lincoln sat in a lazy slacked position to not be seen through the window, and only occasionally glanced at Pacowski, who kept his eyes on the road. He felt the car getting slower and he peeked his head out to see they were now in a neighborhood. Pacowski pulled up on a driveway and to the garage door. He pressed a button on his rearview mirror, and the wireless receiver for the garage door worked as intended, opening for the car to park inside.
He parked with ease, shutting off the engine and the garage door. Finally Lincoln was able to sit up straight. He rubbed his back a little, the odd seating position making his poor muscles ache a little.
Pacowski reached over and rubbed his back lovingly, which made Lincoln relax a little and his heart pump in his chest. "Sorry about the ride, bud."
"No, it's alright," Lincoln assured, stretching a little. "Let's head inside."
The two walked into the home, and Lincoln could see Pacowski was doing well for himself. The house was decent, it looked clean and he felt right at home with it. Stepping out of the garage and walking past his laundry machine he saw the kitchen, which was about the size of his at home, and the living room which was a little smaller than his.
"You can wait on the couch. Want anything to eat? Maybe a drink? I have pop or water if you want." Pacowski offered.
"Pop sounds nice." Lincoln replied, taking a seat on the couch in front of his flat-screen television.
"Alright, one glass of pop coming right up." He said, pausing once more to ask one more question. "What time do you need to be home by?"
"Eight." The boy answered. He watched him walk into his kitchen, quickly glancing at the clock to see it was four o'clock, he then heard what sounded like a fridge being opened and closed, followed by sounds of drinks being poured. A couple of seconds later, and Pacowski walked back into the living room with two glasses of soda in hand. He gave one of them to Lincoln and took a seat next to him.
Lincoln thanked him and took a sip. "So…" He trailed off.
"I just wanted to have a talk about us… what we did on Friday." He explained.
"Yeah." He took another sip of his drink. "Do you... regret it?" He questioned, looking a little saddened by the possibility that he had caused such a thing.
"Only if you didn't enjoy it. Which, from what I can tell, you sure did." He answered, looking down at him. "Right?" His eyes were pleading.
Lincoln smiled and leaned on Pacowski's shoulder. "I did."
The gym teacher gave a warm smile back and embraced him in a side hug. "I'm relieved to hear that."
The two stayed like that for a while, with Lincoln using his side as a pseudo bed. The silence was ripped when he spoke up.
"Did you want to continue?" He asked. "You know… sex?"
Pacowski rubbed Lincoln's shoulder. "Only if you want to, Lincoln."
"I'm the one who asked." Lincoln gave the witty remark with a smile.
"You know what I mean." Pacowski grinned back before his expression went back into something more serious. "You're the first underage person I've fucked. I have to make sure. I want you to know that at any point you want to stop, we will. It may sound corny to you, but you come first before the sex."
Lincoln tilted his head onto Pacowski's side, grinning at the first swear word he's heard him use, making him feel like he wasn't being treated as if he was an innocent little kid. "Okay."
"Also, we're never doing it at the school again. It was way too risky."
Lincoln nodded. "I agree. I'd rather not do it at all in any risky place."
"I was way too turned on to care. Way too careless."
He nodded in agreement and started kicking his legs up and down. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, Linc. What's up?" Pacowski said with care in his voice.
He sat up straight, and looked down, staring at his glass and shaking it a little to watch the ice inside hit the corners. "I don't want to sound rude or anything…" He admitted nervously.
"Go ahead, shoot."
"Well, I don't think I… want a relationship. I don't like you… like that." He explained. "You think we could just f-fuck as... friends?" He asked, his virginity for swearing out loud being taken in the room.
Pacowski beamed with a slight chuckle. "Of course that's alright, Lincoln. I'd never force you into a relationship with me. Besides, I don't think we could make it work anyways."
Lincoln smiled once more, feeling relieved he took it well. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. Just one question though."
Lincoln turned his head towards him.
"Am I still allowed to kiss you?"
Taken back by the question, he blushed and after a few seconds went by, he nodded slowly.
Pacowski wasted no time, and bent down, putting his empty glass on the table in front of them in the process. He locked lips with Lincoln, who nearly spilled his soda in a daze. Unlike yesterday, he attempted to slither his tongue through the other's teeth.
Lincoln felt Pacowski's tongue slip through his lips, and he didn't know what was about to happen. He felt the tongue on his chipped tooth, and his jaw opened, letting the older tongue clash with the inexperienced one.
They made out for a few more seconds before Pacowski pulled back and said in deep breaths, "Let's head upstairs."
The Loud nodded in his bewilderment, putting down his glass and following the coach up the staircase.
He led Lincoln to his upstairs bedroom, which was one of many rooms. Walking in, the boy looked around to see a queen-sized bed with white bedsheets and pillows, a nightstand with a digital alarm clock sitting on it, a dresser with a mirror, and a small closet in the corner. On the walls were many posters of various sports teams and players. Also hung up on the walls were some medals that Pacowski earned in his younger days, some family photos, and what seemed to be a very important cap.
"Nice room." Lincoln complimented.
Pacowski grinned. "Thanks."
Lincoln went to sit on the bed, and Pacowski wasted no time making sure all the windows had their blinds shut and were impossible to see through.
They took off their shoes, keeping their socks on, putting them neatly under the bed. As soon as Lincoln sat upright, he was grabbed and pulled into a kiss. His eyes went droopy, and he felt himself be drawn into a side hug while still in the said kiss.
With one hand holding the boy's cheek, Pacowski draped one arm around him. He reached down with that hand and gripped his ass, getting a moan out of the kisser. He raised his hand above Lincoln's waistline, and then dug down, reaching under both his pants and underwear and grasping his bare white ass and giving a nice squeeze, making Lincoln's heart flutter and his hands squeeze the bedsheets.
Like downstairs, Pacowski requested an invitation for his tongue, and just like before, Lincoln accepted.
Tasting each other's tongues, the two thoroughly enjoyed the kiss, not wanting this moment to end for a while. But if they wanted to get anywhere today, they would have to settle for this.
Reluctant to withdraw his hold of the boy, Pacowski took his hand out of Lincoln's pants and broke the kiss, much to Lincoln's disappointment. He took Lincoln's orange polo shirt and lifted it. The Loud lifted his arms so the shirt could be thrown off, Pacowski doing the same for himself. Now both shirtless, Pacowski started to feel up Lincoln's chest, the latter putting his hands over the larger ones. He felt those cute pink nipples, rubbing them in a circular motion. As his hands glided down to feel his belly, he leaned in to lick Lincoln's left nipple.
He moaned at the tongue, making his sensitive part wet with saliva. He took his hands off the other pair to hold Pacowski's head, his eyes now shut.
The man kept going while his hands were still rubbing him by the belly button. He licked the delicate nub a couple more times before moving even closer to suck on it, making Lincoln squirm and nearly cry out. He gave it some hard sucks, soon choosing to give it a light bite with his front teeth, causing the poor boy to arch his back involuntarily with a gasp. Giving no mercy, he continued to nibble on the sensitive part, absolutely adoring the little noises the white-haired boy was producing.
Before Lincoln could think he was finished, Pacowski switched nipples, making him jerk his body and cry out.
Repeating his actions as with the other one, Pacowski started light, just simply licking and sucking the boy's young tit. And then when he thought the time was right, started to bite and nibble, making Lincoln arch his legs into the side of the bed uncontrollably.
Suddenly without warning, Pacowski picked Lincoln up by the upper body and made him lie down in the middle of the bed on the comfy pillows.
"Better than a hard shower wall, right?"
He gave him no time to answer as he kept up where he last left off, right into Linc's pink nips, forcing a cry out of him.
As his mouth was busy with that, he reached a hand down and groped Lincoln's crotch through his pants, feeling the hard-on the boy was having. He felt his small balls and started to massage them upwards, making Lincoln kick the bedsheets.
"Oh gosh!" Lincoln moaned.
For another minute, Pacowski didn't let up his relentless assault on Lincoln's upper half and crotch. Relishing on the cute sounds the squirming boy was making. He even leaned up to peck him on the lips and cheeks repeatedly. Catching his breath, he straddled Lincoln's waist, being careful not to squish him with his weight. He used his hands once again to roam his bare chest, the other surrendering to the touch, keeping his own hands up and relaxed on the bed at the sides of his head.
"Adorable," Pacowski remarked.
Lincoln just kept bumping his feet together anxiously, waiting for his nipples to be violated again.
Pacowski just teased the thought, exploring Lincoln's pants again and feeling his dick through them.
Lincoln whined, shaking his hips as much as he could with Pacowski on top of him.
The man chuckled, bowing down.
The child thought he was going to get another kissing match, but instead, Pacowski passed his lips and went around them, feeling something wet on his neck.
He licked, nipped, and kissed the neck, not allowing himself to bite it and leave some evidence called a hickey. He was content, already able to drive Lincoln crazy with these light touches, who shivered from the licks and kisses on his neck and once again grabbed the bedsheets and held on tight, gritting his teeth. While doing his work with his mouth, he managed to get his legwear off and shuffled out of it, exposing his erect member in the cool bedroom air. Lincoln was too preoccupied to notice it, but Pacowski was going to make sure he did. He grabbed the boy's pants and undies next, and pulled them off, only struggling to get them around the socks. Now, Lincoln was exposed in full glory.
He stopped harassing the neck for a couple of seconds and tossed their clothes in front of the bed's footboard and out of sight. When he turned back to Lincoln, he went back to his lips, making out with the young Loud. Their dicks sandwiched between them with Pacowski's balls rubbing on top of Lincoln's with every minor movement.
Feeling the large cock on his own, Lincoln remembered how big Pacowski was compared to him. He felt the older man raise his hips before humping lightly, his dick a bit wet with the pre-cum and their balls grazing each other once again. He moaned inside the kiss at the touch, his balls were tiny in comparison to his gym teacher, but still just as sensitive. He felt Pacowski's trimmed hairs tickle him as well, both his crotch and balls, and it made him tremble.
Their kiss went on for a little while longer and Lincoln felt the beginning of his breath loss. He was stuck between Pacowski's lips and the bed and had no way of escaping. The thought made his heart skip a beat in excitement and he had no idea why.
Thankfully, Pacowski let up, the two of them gasping for air, Lincoln more so. Without a word, he flipped their positions, lying down on the bed and resting a disoriented and breathless Lincoln flat on top of him, his legs resting on both sides of his body, caressing his snow-white head with his hand.
They stayed like this for a minute, silence in the room as Pacowski brushed Lincoln's hair with his fingers. It wasn't until the older one spoke up was the silence broken.
"I wanna hear you say it." He whispered.
Lincoln looked up from his neck. "Say what?"
"That you want me to make you cum." He answered.
The boy blushed, which Pacowski found adorable.
"I, u-um…" He looked away, embarrassed to say it, but for some reason, he liked that. "I want you to…"
Pacowski kept brushing his hair. "You have to speak up, Linky."
Lincoln whined at the nickname, but secretly he enjoyed being called that. He whined once more before blurting out, "P-please make me cum, Coach!"
The coach chuckled, the boy's response was filled with shame. "If you want to so badly, sure. Turn around." He ordered.
Lincoln did as told, and turned, making sure not to accidentally kick him with a leg.
He was too far down, so Pacowski grabbed his hips and gently guided him back so his little aroused privates were directly above his face. Then, he dove in, licking Lincoln's dick from the tip to the base.
Lincoln gripped the bedsheets and moaned, before noticing Pacowski's standing cock was in reach. He grabbed it in his shaking hands and did his best to give him a hand job.
Now feeling his own cock being handled, Pacowski moved to Lincoln's salty cum jewels, fitting the two of them in his mouth. He licked and sucked at them, eliciting a cry from his partner. He raised both of his hands, one going over and grabbing Lincoln's ass. He used his fingers on the other to go and slide up and down Lincoln's buttcrack.
The boy squirmed at the unusual new feeling. He knew they were most likely going to get to this point sometime, but it was so sudden he couldn't help but squirm. His grip slightly weakened on the cock he was holding.
While continuing to suck his hairless balls, he continued slithering his finger up and down his equally hairless entrance, stopping at one point to rub his tail bone. Then, he started to tap his pink asshole like a button.
Lincoln's dicked pulsed. If the boy could have blushed harder he would have. He felt the weird feeling of taps on his virgin butthole, not knowing what Pacowski was going to do next.
The adult watched as Lincoln clenched it in reaction, and kept up the tapping, teasing his lover's asshole. Soon he left his finger on it, choosing to just push on it, but not with too much pressure to enter him, teasing him even further.
Lincoln's head dropped near Pacowski's belly button, his grip on his cock now non-existent, but he had enough strength to keep his ass up for Pacowski. He felt the pressure against his entrance build up slowly, not being able to stop his knees from shaking. His balls being licked and sucked did not help any.
Pacowski enjoyed himself watching Lincoln nearly lose himself from just his touches. Not stopping his anal assault, he let his balls hang free from his mouth and moved back to his dick, taking his hand that was previously grabbing his ass and aiming his dick downwards. He licked the slit of the head a few times, even scrubbing the inside of the slit, and then started to suck on the whole thing.
What felt like a cruel minute, he felt as if time slowed as the finger kept pushing against him and his dick was sucked. He felt his rod throb with every move Pacowski made on it.
And then he felt it enter.
He made an audible gasp as the finger opened up his virgin hole. It wasn't even an inch in yet, and it felt out of this world. Even when masturbating, he had never touched himself back there. This was his first time experiencing anything like this.
Pacowski drove his finger further into him, loving the moment his ears drank the sounds Lincoln was making. When his finger was far enough in, he curled it back, massaging Lincoln's G-spot.
Lincoln squealed.
He put a hand over his mouth, embarrassed as hell of the high pitch sound he made. His body tensed and he nearly toppled over. He had heard about the prostate while being curious on his laptop, but he had never expected something remotely as close as this. As his gym teacher rubbed along, he was forgetting to think. His mind was going numb, and he started getting fuzzy. He couldn't contain himself as he got violated back there. He wanted to turn around and have a look, but even if it was possible to, he was too stunned by the pleasure to get up. He buried his forehead in Pacowski's stomach and gripped the bedsheets with his hands.
The man knew the young Loud was close to climaxing. He unhinged his jaw, and took Lincoln's dick and balls in his mouth together, sucking deep, tasting and licking all over them, getting them wet in his spit.
He didn't wait long. Lincoln screamed, his body jerked and he felt his balls contract inside his mouth. His dick throbbed as he emptied himself. While he drank the boy's fluid as if his life depended on it, Pacowski felt the muscles around his finger wedged in his ass clench with every shot of cum, deciding to quickly get a few more seconds of massaging in before taking it out. He started to feel the dick in his mouth shrinking. He made sure he drank every drop of Lincoln's cum, then he took Lincoln's now limp cock and balls out of his mouth.
The cute boy collapsed on top of him. Picking him up, he brought him to lay him down next to him, before sitting up himself. "It's my turn." He purred. "Kind of rude to not return the favor don't you think?"
"S-sorry…" Lincoln rasped out, eyes looking tired.
Pacowski chuckled, leaning in to give a quick peck on the lips. "It's okay, you stay there, I'll do the work." He positioned himself so that he was kneeling right above Lincoln's head.
He lined up his cock to his mouth. "Open up kiddo."
Lincoln looked up at him, with eyes that showed he wasn't feeling as drowsy like he was a few seconds ago. "Wait…" He breathed out.
Pacowski paused, his heartbeat stopping for a second, thinking he had gone too far. About to abuse the poor kid's mouth without letting him rest at least. He thought of the possibility of Lincoln stopping him from here because he was being too rough. He just finished with his first prostate orgasm, and now he was about to go fuck him orally.
"When you cum… can you do it inside?" Lincoln asked, pointing to his open mouth. "I want to try it."
Pacowski blinked, the boy's words registering in his mind, his arousal peaking when it fully did.
"Sure." That was all he said, before pinning Lincoln's wrists to the bed and aiming his penis to his wide-open maw.
He entered the mouth, feeling his small tongue on the bottom of his cock. The boy under him tried his best to lick but was still feeling the aftermath of his orgasm. Pacowski realized this and reassured him. "Shh… It's fine, bud, let me do the work, I know how much you can take." He pushed his hips forward, and as he told, he knew what Lincoln could take before gagging. He lifted his hips back, before dropping them again, making the rhythm faster every time.
Lincoln moaned around the cock. He gazed at the genital moving in and out his mouth with hearts in his eyes. Being used like this felt surreal. He never knew he would enjoy being used like this; being pinned down by a man more than double his size as he used him as a toy. A worthless toy that could be replaced. Abusing his mouth like one of those fleshlight things he saw online. And he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to beg to be violated like this for the rest of his time together with him. He wanted Coach Pacowski to bend him over and give him a mighty pounding. He moaned and turned his hands into fists, unable to grip anything but the air.
Pacowski groaned on top of him, a part of him still making sure Lincoln was alright down there, but most of him was dissolved in the sensations. He knew if he heard Lincoln choke or gag he would instantly retreat his cock and care for his lover, but so far, he was taking his huge cock like a champ, taking two-thirds of it brilliantly. He knew his partner's limits from their last time. If he went down any further, his balls would be slapping his chin. The pleasure from this current depth was far from bad though, and he wouldn't dare ask for anything more if it meant making Lincoln uncomfortable.
He was nearing his orgasm, and he knew Lincoln wanted it, but still warned him anyway. "I'm- Ah! About to cum, Linc. Get ready!" He waited for any retaliation. Any sign. If there was, he would stop. No questions asked.
Lincoln could only reply with a moan. He looked up to Pacowski with his hazel brown orbs, drunk in ecstasy. Doing the only thing he was currently able to do, he licked the underside of his cock currently invading his mouth.
The gym teacher replied to that by increasing his pace, getting faster and faster, until giving a manly groan. "I'm cumming!"
He shot his heavy load straight into Lincoln's mouth, after the first couple of shots, he lifted his hips and fired the last remaining ropes of his milk directly on his tongue, forcing him to taste it.
Lincoln kept his mouth open as he happily accepted his gift. He swallowed what was deep in his throat and let the last drops of his seed rest on his tongue, tasting the warm and salty product. Some of the cumshots were so powerful they hit the ceiling of his mouth, which felt uncanny but he accepted it nonetheless.
When the waves appeared to stop, Pacowski rubbed the tip of his cock along Lincoln's tastebuds, spreading his cum, before finally freeing his cock entirely.
Lincoln closed his mouth and gave an audible and loud gulp, licking his lips right after. Then lifting his head one last time, he lifted the last bit of leftover sperm off the tip of his cock.
Pacowski sighed in bliss, and when the boy was finished he rolled and laid down next to him, bringing him to his chest to cuddle. Leaning down, he cupped his cheek. "Did you swallow it all?"
Lincoln opened his mouth for him, showing it was empty leaving no hint of his spunk. The naked eye couldn't see anything anyhow.
He brought his mouth to Lincoln's, gently kissing him. The two tasted each other. Since they both still had the aftertaste of each other's cum on their respective tongues, the taste turned to be a mix of the two of them. The kiss ended quicker than the two would have liked since they were both pretty exhausted by now. Lincoln was so tired that after that small kiss, he dozed off in Pacowski's embrace, breathing softly.
The older man smiled at the cutie in his arms. "That's a nice idea." He tiredly said to the dozing boy.
Keeping Lincoln steady as he moved, he reached over to the footboard of the bed where his blankets were folded. He draped the warm sheets over the two of them and cuddled with the boy in his arms until he slumbered off as well.
Hours later, Pacowski slowly awoke from the peaceful nap.
Blinking his eyes, he wondered why his arm felt heavy and numb when he remembered the nude Loud boy resting against his side. He smiled when he saw him snuggle closer to him in his dreamy state, breathing softly. He looked to the time, and it was nearly six o'clock. Not too late to be worried about.
He carefully withdrew his arm, and grabbed his cell phone he left on the nightstand... except it wasn't there. Realizing he left it in his pants pocket, he off the bed. He went over to the front of it and picked up his pants, along with his shirt. Taking his phone out of his pants pocket, he went over to the "Maps" app and searched for "pizza." He sat down at the edge of the bed, and Lincoln finally started to stir awake.
"Did I wake you?" Pacowski asked with a smile.
"No," Lincoln answered, rubbing one eye, his other hand holding the blanket. "What time is it?" He asked.
"Only six."
Lincoln looked over to the time anyways.
"I'm ordering pizza, they should be here in twenty."
"Sweet. Looks like hooking up with you has some upsides outside of the sex." Lincoln said with a smirk.
"I have the feeling someone's using me." Pacowski played back, choosing to go and lie down next to Lincoln.
Relaxing, he dialed one of the pizza places he found and placed an order. Snuggling together, the two chose the toppings they wanted and waited patiently.
The doorbell rang, and Pacowski answered it in a robe and shorts. He paid the delivery driver with a small tip and took the food. He thanked the driver and closed the door.
Hearing the door close, Lincoln came downstairs, only in his shirt, underwear, and socks. He carried the bed's blanket to the couch.
Pacowski put on the television, he switched to a random channel that they would both enjoy, and the two ate the pizza while the show played in the background.
"Hey, Coach?"
"I think you can call me just Pacowski, Linc." He laughed.
"I guess so." Lincoln nervously chuckled. "Do you think next time we could try… you know…"
"Penetration?" Pacowski finished.
Lincoln nodded.
"Only if you want to." He said. "It's up to you."
"He keeps saying that." Lincoln thought, feeling nice that Pacowski was so heartwarming.
"I want to try it," Lincoln said. "If I don't like it, well…"
"We don't have to do it again," Pacowski said with a warm smile. "I won't expect it from you."
Lincoln smiled back. "Thanks."
"Thanks to you too," Pacowski said, taking a slice. "For becoming my newest friend."
Lincoln stepped into the Loud House, which was more quiet than normal.
"Anybody home?" He called out, shutting the door behind him. His voice echoed off the walls. He looked at the time near his television, it was seven-twenty. Suddenly, heard steps from upstairs, only one pair than the usual nine.
Lori peeked out from the hallway. "Lincoln, is that you?"
"Yeah! I'm home!" He said back to her.
"Alright! Mom and dad took the girls out, I'm just looking at schools with Bobby."
"Wait? Bobby's here?!" He asked happily, a bright smile appearing on his face.
Lori stuttered for a bit, looking panicky. "Uh?! Yes! But we're busy so don't come to our room! I'll let you know when we're finished." She yelled, disappearing into the hallway.
"Oh. So that's why she's hiding her chest."
"Aw, come on, Lori. Can't I just come and say hi?" He said with a smirk that she didn't witness, walking up the stairs.
"If you try to come in I'll literally give you the biggest wedgie our ancestors have ever given!" She screamed out of sight.
Lincoln giggled to himself so she wouldn't hear. "Alright! I'll be taking a shower!"
He shook his head when he heard her bedroom door close.
If only she knew.